Undescribable (56 page)

I pry my eyes open and look around slowly. I feel awful. My body is so tired and sluggish. I’m naked and under covers. It takes everything I have to slowly roll over. I come face to face with Slade. He is soundly sleeping next to me. He must have undressed me when he came to bed.

I roll to my back and put an arm over my head.
Ugh, I feel awful.
My throat is sore and it feels raw. My head is pounding.
I need to take something
. I think I have some Tylenol in my purse. Do I really want to get up just to take some Tylenol, though? My pounding head is telling me yes. My body, however, is telling me no.

I sigh as I take my arm off my face and push the covers off of my body. I sit up and place my head in my hands, taking a couple of breaths. Didn’t I tell myself a few weeks ago I was never drinking again? Well, I need to stick to that plan from now on.

I place my hands on the bed and scoot so my feet are on the floor. I get myself to stand and feel dizzy, so I wait until it passes. I have to remind myself to place one foot in front of the other as I look around for my purse.

Where the hell is it?

If I knew it was going to be this hard to find, I would have stayed in bed. I give up and walk to use the restroom where I find my purse lying on the floor.

Huh. How did it end up in here?

I shrug, and bend down to pick it up. I stand up too fast and it causes me to go off balance and fall into the counter.

“Shit!” I whisper, holding my right hip. I try rubbing it to get the sting to go away.
Man that really hurt.

I throw my purse on the counter and pull out the Tylenol. I need to take this and get my butt back to bed before I kill myself.

I fill the glass with a bit of water, down the pill, and take my time crawling back in bed.

I crawl in and face away from Slade.

He is in trouble.

I groan in discomfort as I open my eyes. I don’t feel as bad as I did last night, but I still feel like shit.

I sit up and look around to see I’m in here alone. I rub my head.
Where is Slade?
I look over to see a note on the dresser. I get up and walk over to it as my body screams in protest.

Angel- went to have breakfast with Josh in the hotel lobby. You stay in bed. I will bring you breakfast back
.

I crinkle up the note and throw it on the floor. Even though my body is telling me to do what he says and lay back down in bed, my mind is telling me to get my butt in the shower and get my ass down to the lobby to eat breakfast.

I go to the bathroom to find my purse, and pull out my phone to text Courtney.

Me:
be ready in fifteen minutes.

I close the bathroom door and lock it, turn on the shower until it is almost scalding, and get in.

“Are you sure she’s going to be okay?” Josh asks as he picks up some eggs.

“Yeah. I don’t know how she got that drunk.” I shake my head. “I mean, yeah, she had a few shots and a few Long Islands, but she had more than that on her birthday and she didn’t get sick then.” I put some pancakes on my plate.

“She got sick?” he asks, surprised.

“Yeah. I walked in to our room to find her on our bed passed out. I went to undress her and she woke up. Told me she didn’t feel well, so I carried her to the bathroom. I didn’t think she was going to stop.” It was awful. I hated seeing her like that. She was so out of it, I don’t even think she knew what was going on.

“Maybe that bartender slipped something in her drink.”

I set my plate down and look over at him.

“What? It could happen.”

My jaw clenches. “Why would he do that?” I will hunt him down and kick his ass if that is what happened. “He knew she was with me. I was right there with her. I wasn’t gone to the bathroom three minutes when I came back, but she’d already left.” And as soon as I came back to the bar and found out she had left. I went right to our room to be with her.

“I don’t know. I could be wrong.” He walks off to go find a seat. I pick up my plate and follow after him.

“So what’s up with you and Courtney?” I take a drink of my orange juice.

“I like her. Not only is she hot, but she’s funny.” I’m glad he likes her, but I’m afraid he will go back to his old self when she leaves for Tulsa.

“That’s’ good. Glad you two are getting along.” I take a bite of hash browns.

“Oh shit! You are in trouble.”

“What are you talking about?” I put my head back down to pick through my food.

“Sam and Courtney are behind you walking this way, and Sam looks pissed.” He laughs.

I spin around to see her and my heart stops as my dick start to grow. She always looks gorgeous all dressed up and in heels with her hair down and curled, but right now she looks so fucking hot that it should be illegal.

She has her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, and her pink Rams shirt hugs her body tightly, showing off her full chest. She is wearing a faded pair of blue jeans that have tears in them, sitting extremely low on her hips, letting me see a hint of her tanned stomach with a bright pink belt on.

Fuck.

She makes my mouth water. I can literally feel her eyes burning holes in my body through her sunglasses, and it’s turning me on. I smile to myself. Today is going to be so much fun. She comes and sits down next to me, taking my fork out of my hand without saying a word to me.

“Hello, Angel.” I push my plate over to her and place my elbows on the table, putting my chin in my hands.

I hear Courtney laugh. I’m glad I’m not the only one to find this funny. Her annoyance makes me want to pounce on her. I don’t even think she knows that it drives me wild. If she had the slightest clue, she would never get mad at me.

“How do you feel?” I ask as sweetly as I can.

She cuts a piece of pancake with her fork then sticks it in her mouth. She still has her sunglasses on, and I can’t get over how cute she is. “You look like you feel good.” I take an elbow off the table and place a hand on her thigh. She stiffens as I glide my hand up her leg, finding the hole that sets just below her pockets. I stick a finger in it and let it travel upwards until I feel her lace panties.

I snatch my hand back. “Ow!” I screech.
She stabbed me with her plastic fork!
“You stabbed me,” I laugh. It didn’t hurt; I just wasn’t expecting it.

Josh and Courtney are laughing so hard they can’t breathe. Angel is biting her bottom lip, and I can tell she’s trying not to smile. I reach up and remove her sunglasses. Those gorgeous green eyes lock on mine, and I can see she’s trying very hard to stay mad at me but it’s not working.

I lean my face into hers and give her a kiss. I stop right as my lips brush hers. She won’t be able to resist, I know she will push her lips out to kiss me. That’s just how Angel is.

I feel her lips smile against mine. “I’m sorry. Did it hurt?” she whispers.

“Yes.” I smile.

“What if I kiss it? Will that help?”

I shake my head lightly. “It will help if you kiss my lips.”

She pushes her lips to mine and gives me a tender kiss, opening her mouth just a bit for me. She pulls back and sits up in her seat as I lean back in mine, staring at her.
God, she is so amazing and all mine
. I love everything about this woman.

“I’m not giving your plate back. You will have to get another one.” She smiles smugly as she shoves more pancakes in her mouth.

I laugh and nod my head. “Sounds fair.”

“Would you like my plate, or do you want me to get you something else?” Josh asks Courtney.

“Do they have biscuits?”

“Yes.”

“I would like some biscuits and gravy, please.” She bats her eyelashes at him. She’s already got him wrapped around her finger.

“Come on, Josh. Let’s get back in line.” We stand and start to walk away as Angel stops me.

“Slade,” she says in that wonderful sweet voice.

I stop walking and turn around, giving her a look that says I know exactly what she’s doing and she’s going to pay for it later. “Yes, Angel?”

She lifts up my glass of orange juice. “You’ll want to get yourself a new drink as well.” She smiles as she takes a sip of what used to be my orange juice.

I nod my head with a huge smile on my face. “Okay.”

“Thanks, baby,” she winks, saying it like she gave me a choice to get myself a new drink.

I turn my body away from the girls and see Josh standing in front of me with a bright red face. He’s trying hard not to laugh.

“Just let it out.”

He shakes his head laughing.

We grab new plates and go back to join the girls.

“What time is checkout?” Courtney asks Josh.

“One. The game starts at three, so I figure we could go do some tailgating.”

“I’m not drinking.” Angel gives me a serious look.

I place my hand over hers on the table. “Okay. How do you feel? You look like you feel good.”

She squeezes me hand. “I’m okay.”

“Well, if you want to tailgate, we should leave the hotel before one.” I take my hand from Angel’s, “I know it’s less than a mile away, but we should still try to get there early so that we can park the truck as close as possible.” I lace my hands together on the table. “We can lay the tailgate down and just hang out. Plus, the closer we get, the easier it will be to get out after it’s over.”

I look over and watch Angel as she picks through what was my plate. I smile as I put a hand on her face. “Have I told you you’re perfect?”

She tilts he head in thought. “Nope.” She pops a piece of toast in her mouth.

“Well you are.”

She smiles as she stands.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to run to the restroom. I’ll be right back.” She turns and walks away from the table, giving me an image of her round ass in those low cut jeans.

“I’ve never seen her this happy.” I look to Courtney. “Really.”

She nods her head. “Even when she was pissed off at you this morning, I could tell she was happy.”

“She seems to be mad at me often.”
That can’t be a good thing.