Holly woke up the next morning with a massive hangover, rolling over and burying her face into the pillow to block out the brightness from the sunlight pouring through the open windows, her head pounding. She couldn't remember anything from the night before, but she knew she was in the clubhouse. She looked over when she realized that the shower was running, sitting up slowly. As the blanket that was covering her fell, she realized that she was completely naked. She looked down at herself for a minute, trying to remember why. Her head hurt even more as she tried to think and she let out a nauseous moan, the pain shooting to her stomach, making her bolt out of bed and rush to the toilet, just barely making it as the bile rose in her throat. She bent over the bowl as she emptied her stomach, gripping the sides tightly as she heard whoever was in the shower come out and go over to hold her hair back. Not that it mattered much. She'd already gotten some of it in her hair.
"Let it out, darlin'."
She threw up for 3 minutes before she was able to stop, groaning in pain as she sat back on her knees and ankles, her hands and frame shaky. She looked back at Jax a bit as he helped her stand up before flushing the toilet. Flashes from the night before coming to her. She slept with Jax. She wanted to be embarrassed and feel guilty, but she couldn't. 1: because she felt horrible right then and 2: because she'd wanted it for so long that she would be happy if she weren't in such pain. She let him get him in the shower and wash her up, leaning against him because she needed the support right then.
"When did I start mixing alcohol?"
"Midnight. You went from wine to vodka to rum to tequila. That's when you got charming."
"How bad was I?"
"You were dancing on the pole to Backstreet Boys."
"Was it at least a good song?"
"It was a slow song."
"Was I any good in bed?"
"You were surprisingly dominant. Although, it didn't last long."
"What do you mean?"
"You started falling asleep after you came."
"Did you get to cum too?"
"On my own."She winced a bit, letting out a soft groan, her head falling back against his shoulder.
"I really am a fucking idiot."
"No, you're not. It wasn't bad considering how plastered you were."She rolled her eyes as he turned off the water, holding onto him as he carried her into the bedroom before toweling her off. She watched him, taking in his naked form as he grabbed her some comfy clothes, their clothes from yesterday thrown around the room. She got herself dressed as he got dressed, having to tighten the drawstrings on his sweatpants so they wouldn't fall off of her hips.
"I'm gonna go get breakfast for us. What do you want?"
"You should know my hangover food by now, Jax."
"Tacos and mac and cheese, right?"
"And a blt and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. It would be better if you took my car. The keys should be in my purse. Wherever it is."
"I was going to send the prospect to go get it. You just lay back and relax. I'll be back in a bit. Where's your laptop?"
"Plugged in at home."
"I'll have Juice go get it."
"You and Gemma are the only ones that have a key to my place."
"Right. I'll go get it."
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Blood vs. Loyalty
Hayran KurguI had this story up before on a different profile, and was absolutely in love with what I came up with. But because of the graphic nature of my story, it was taken down. With no warning. So I'm redoing this story so I can put it up again. BIG thanks...