TEASE ( A Stepbrother Romance ) By Caitlin Daire

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Chapter Three

Cade

Seriously?

I looked down at the scene before me with abject horror. My gorgeous conquest for the night was sprawled out on the bed in a drunken mess, dribble on her chin and hair askew as she snored loudly. As for myself-I was still on my knees on the bed, cock still hard and balls aching with need.

Jesus, so much for getting laid tonight.

I could've left; could've just gone back downstairs and headed to another bar to pick up a different chick. After all, it was only a quarter past ten, so the night was still young. Well, young-ish.

But I couldn't leave Charlie like this. I might've only just met her, but I felt responsible for her. I was the one who'd bought her the glasses of wine that had gotten her so wasted, and I felt pretty fucking bad for not realizing how drunk she was earlier. Honestly, she'd seemed totally fine, and there was no way I would've tried to hook up with her if I'd known she was this wrecked, but now I was here, and I felt like I had to stay till the morning and make sure she was okay.

The acrid scent of puke hit my nostrils, and my lips curled with revulsion as I hopped off the bed and picked up the trashcan. Charlie had missed a bit when she'd leaned over and hurled, and I sighed as I saw the splattered remnants of her dinner and all up and down the side of the can, with patches on the floor where she'd missed.

Gross. Totally fucking gross.

I took the trashcan into the bathroom and emptied it into the toilet as much as I could before rinsing it out in the sink with hot water and soap. When it was clean, I left it to dry on the tiles, and I gathered up a big wad of toilet paper and set about cleaning the patches of puke off the floor. Charlie kept on snoring away on the bed, and when I was done cleaning the floor, I grabbed some tissues and wiped away the dribble from around her chin and mouth.

I could practically hear my friend's voices in my head as I tidied up. Get the fuck out, man, just leave the room for the hotel staff to clean up. It's their job. And it's your job to get laid tonight...so get the hell out and find someone else.

I pushed the thoughts aside and filled up a glass of water for Charlie, leaving it on the bedside table for her. Then I lay down next to her and watched her sleep, her perfect tits rising and falling with each breath she took. She really was hot as hell, even if she was a drunken mess, and I couldn't help but smile softly as I looked at her amazing curves and dark hair.

At least I'd been able to bring some pleasure to that perfect body before she'd started puking her guts up everywhere.

The smile faded as I realized my dick was somehow still hard despite all the puke I'd just dealt with, and the condom was still on me. Charlie might've had an orgasm, but I certainly hadn't, and my balls felt like they were gonna fall right off if I didn't empty them soon. Christ. I pulled the condom off and headed for the bathroom to flush it, and then I took a quick cold shower to try and dampen my arousal.

I returned to the bed a few moments later before lying back down next to Charlie. She'd rolled over now, and I sighed and pulled the blankets over her before rolling over as well, facing the other way. I wasn't even remotely tired, and I was still horny as hell despite the cold shower.

This was going to be a long night.

***

"What...what happened to my head?"

I opened my eyes at the sound of Charlie's voice, squinting as rays of early morning sunlight peeked through the curtains. I rubbed my face before turning to her. Her hair was ruffled from sleep, and the small amount of eye makeup she'd worn last night was streaked under her eyes and down her cheek.