Nope.

Instead, I grabbed a bottle of wine and a plastic cup and headed down to the pool.

"Can you even drink that in the pool house?" Josh asked.

"What are they gonna do, kick me out?"

"Yea," he answered quickly. I shrugged and opened the door.

"You coming?" I asked before I stepped out into the hall and let the door close behind me.

He didn't join me and I did get kicked out. Of the pool, not the hotel. The bar would have to do.

Mark and Madeline had just sat down to eat and they waved me over to their table.

"I see I'm not the only one who's continued the wine tour," Madeline said, nodding at the bottle of wine I had carried with me from the pool.

"I got kicked out of the pool," I said with a cheeky grin. Soon we were ordering another bottle and appetizers and complaining about the men on our trip being too shy.

"There you are!" A loud voice startled us. It was Josh and he was not happy. "I've been looking everywhere for you. I've been trying to call you."

I looked at my phone and saw that I had 25 missed calls, all from Josh.

"I got kicked out of the pool," I blurted out, immediately realizing that I was even drunker than I thought.

"Jesus," Josh said, placing his palm to his forehead. "How much have you had to drink?"

"Just one bottle," I answered.

"On top of what you drank at the winery?"

"Yea," I said, my voice growing a bit more aggressive.

"You should probably eat something."

"Well, look, we got appetizers, bitch." The waiter had just come up behind Josh with a tray full of calamari and oysters.

"That's probably not the best idea. Do you have any bread?" Josh asked the waiter. The waiter nodded and told Josh he would get another basket.

"Ugh," I groaned. "You just sleep all afternoon then come down here and tell me what to do?"

"I think you need to take a break from the wine."

"And I think you need to go back to your room and jerk off or something." The words hit Josh like a slap in the face. To be honest, they stung me a bit too, even in the moment.

Josh took a deep breath. "OK," he said. "Have fun with your new friends. I'm going back to my room and ordering room service. You know where you can find me if you need me."

I nearly blurted out something hurtful about how he wouldn't be able to fulfill my needs anyway but I stopped myself. I was drunk, hammered even, but I was aware enough to know that was crossing the line.

After the appetizers and a few more glasses of wine, I told Madeline and Mark that I had to go. Madeline insisted she pay as she was able to expense it so I thanked her and got up from the table.

And nearly fell right over.

I stumbled though the restaurant, keeping my composure as best I could. When I got to the lobby I saw the shopkeeper closing up.

Then I got an idea.

"How can I help you, miss?" she asked as I approached.

"Can I buy something real quick?" She followed my sight to the yellow corset hanging on the wall.

"I don't think that's the best idea right now," she replied.

"Please," I asked. I batted my eyelashes. "Pretty please, I really need this."

With an uneasy look, she relented and unlocked the door to the shop. I quickly grabbed the corset and a matching bra and thong and practically tossed my credit card at the poor red-haired woman.

"I hope you have a great night," she said, that uneasy look still occupying her face.

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Oh, it's on, I thought as I pulled the spaghetti straps over my shoulders. Holy shit, I look good.

The bra might have been a size too small but it was too late. It really pressed my breasts up and together. The blue floral lace pattern was slightly visible through the lacy shear cups of the corset. My nipples were stiff and poking against the fabric.

I turned and glanced over my shoulder at the thong. My ass looked great, and the thong was definitely having the desired effect. The frilly skirt stopped just below my ass. Any movement caused it to ride up, exposing my bare cheeks.

There was no way he was going to be able to resist. When he answers the door and sees me standing there in this, it's over.

I walked to the door, admiring how my breasts bounced in the outfit then halted when I got to the door. It was late. The hotel was dead but I did have to go down the hall, into the elevator, down one floor, then down the hall to Josh's room. God, why the hell did they have to put us so far apart? And why the hell did he insist on obeying his dumb parents' rules?

Slowly, I opened the door and peaked out, looking right, left, then right again. All clear. I quickly scurried down the hall and pressed the elevator button then pressed it three more times in a row, knowing it wouldn't really get the elevator to summon any faster.

Ding. I watched the light go on and the Level Marker above the door turn to 6. The doors opened.

All clear.

I slipped inside the cab and hit the "door close" button rapidly then hit the 5. It was down just one floor but it seemed like it took an hour. My arms crossed and my foot tapped impatiently until the elevator came to a rest. I held my breath as the doors opened.

All clear again.

My first few steps were tip-toes but then I sped up, scurrying to Josh's room.

I knocked a few times then waited and knocked again. After a few seconds I lifted my fist - I wasn't going to give up - but, right as I went to knock, the door swung open.

Before Josh even came fully into view, I tried to jump him. I ended up tripping over my own two feet and he subsequently caught me, holding me up under my arms while my face was buried in his stomach.

"Jesus," he said, lifting me upright. "What are you wearing?"

"What? You don't like it?"

"I mean... I, I-"

I didn't let him finish. I pushed forward again and kissed him. It was sloppy to say the least and Josh wasn't exactly receptive.

"I want you inside me," I whispered near his ear then I pressed my lips back into his face. "I need you inside me."

"You need some sleep," Josh answered. He didn't dodge me or try to stop my kisses but he wasn't exactly meeting me with the same enthusiasm. "And probably some water."

"Sleep? It's barely even night time," I insisted.

"It's nearly midnight," he answered. "And you're hammered."

"So what, I tried to have a little fun while you were sleeping the day away."

"I woke up refreshed and ready to have a great night with you. Instead I find you drinking your face off."

"Oh, whatever." I waved my hand at him. "Fine. I'll go to fucking sleep." I turned and walked toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Josh asked.

"To sleep," I retorted. "In my own room."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Josh said. "You should stay here in case you get sick."

"Are you sure your mother will be OK with that? Should we call her and ask her?"

Josh didn't answer. The look on his face was response enough.

"Wait, I'm gonna be sick."

The look on Josh's face went from pure disgust to pure concern. He lunged at me, grabbing me and guiding me to the bathroom where I proceeded to puke my guts out for five straight minutes. He brushed my teeth and made me drink a bottle of water then changed me out of my clothes and into one of his t-shirts before tucking me in.

My comfort lasted about ten minutes before I was back in the bathroom puking again. Josh held my hair back and rubbed my back and made sure I brushed my teeth and used mouth wash. That happened once more before I finally fell asleep for the night.

When I woke up, I was alone in bed and Josh was not in the room. For a minute I forgot I had slept in his room, in his bed, and not mine but then I heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door open.

"Good morning Sleeping Beauty," he said with a smile on his face. "How are you feeling?"

"Terrible," I mumbled, squinting to avoid even the dim light that came in through the window shades. "What time is it?"

"Ten thirty."

"Fuck," I whispered, though probably louder than I intended. "Don't we have that thing this morning? Did I miss it?"

"The couples massage? That's tomorrow."

"Figures. I could really use a massage right now."

Josh climbed into bed and began rubbing my shoulders.

"Oh yea," I mumbled, burying my face in my pillow. "In that case, I'm staying in this bed for the foreseeable future." Josh kissed me on the cheek.

"I'll let you rest," he said. "I'm going to sit by the pool. There's a bagel on the nightstand and enough waters in the fridge for a camel."

"You're the best," I said. I was back asleep before he even left the room.

The next time I woke up, I found myself feeling cramped. My hair was in my face, blocking my already foggy sight and my arms were clamped to my side. I couldn't move. I started to panic. *Was I in a dream?* I squirmed enough to figure out that Josh was in bed with me, his arms wrapped around me as we snuggled in a spoon position. Unfortunately, my stirring woke him up.

"Hey," he said with a smile when he saw me awake. I greeted him with a smile back.

"Why are you so nice to me?" I asked. Josh laughed. "I'm serious. I was so mean to you last night but you were so nice to me. And now you're snuggling with me and smiling at me as if nothing happened."

"What do you remember from last night?" Josh asked with another smile.

"I remember throwing up three times."

"It was four times."

"Well I don't remember the fourth, that's for sure." I slipped a hand up to my forehead. "I remember you holding my hair back. And rubbing my back and arms. And telling me that I'm beautiful even though I'm disgusting. And getting me water. And brushing my teeth. Oh god, my breath is probably awful right now."

"It's not great," Josh said with a chuckle.

"Let me brush my teeth." I went to roll out of bed but Josh held me in place.

"Do you remember what you told me before you fell asleep?"

I didn't. And now I was worried.

"I'm sorry for the things I said to you last night. I-"

"You told me you love me."

I froze. Shocked. Not because I didn't mean it, but because I did.

I had known for a while now. I meant to tell him so many times but I chickened out for one reason or another. I knew that Josh would want it to be special and romantic and nothing ever felt special enough or romantic enough for him. Except, apparently, after I'd drank enough wine to puke four times in one night.

But when I looked at Josh, who had taken care of me at my worst just hours before, smiling at me, all my other thoughts melted away into relief. I had told him. I had finally told him. And I'd meant it.

"I meant it."

"I know."

"I've been meaning to tell you so many times, I-"

He cut me off with a kiss.

We molded together. In an instant, he was on top of me. Before I could blink he had taken his shirt off. Instinctively, I reached for the drawstring to his shorts and pulled it loose then tugged his shorts down. His cock sprung free, bouncing lightly before settling, pointed directly between my legs as if it was marking it's target.

He settled back on top of me, his hardness pressing against my pussy. I wasn't wearing any panties, nor anything at all except his oversized t-shirt he had given me to sleep in, but even that was soon discarded. The moment my breasts came into view, he devoured them, sucking my hard nipples into his mouth.

I let out a moan as I felt his erection sliding along my slit, grazing my clit. Josh slipped the head into the entrance of my pussy, splitting the lips ever so slightly.

"I love you," he said. Then he thrust himself to the hilt.

My eyes went wide as my body engulfed him. Slowly, he pulled out then thrust back in. Again. Then again.

There was a desire in his face I had never seen before. There was a fire about him. This time, I was the one struggling to find the words and motions to express what I was feeling.

His pace quickened, his thrusts somehow getting deeper. His left hand grabbed my ass and squeezed hard, pulling me into him.

Our bodies clapped a hard rhythm as our moans followed in melody. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss, my tongue pushing as deep into his mouth as it could as I moaned hard.

He began pounding harder, grunting like an animal. I could feel my pussy tightening. My orgasm was imminent.

"Yes" I finally mouthed, barely managing the words between his powerful thrusts.

"Oh, yes! Yes! YES!" My chants grew in pitch and volume.

He arched his back, giving him better leverage for his thrusts. A few more and I was screaming, digging my nails into his back, pulling him deeper inside of me. My entire body was writhing, clenching, arching. My thighs were squeezing the life out of him.

Josh's eyes closed. I was so close.

He gritted his teeth. Almost there.

His whole body convulsed as he came. My pussy felt like it was being filled with fire as he exploded inside me, his cock pulsing as he shot load after load. The passionate thrusts, the **** grunts, and the feeling of his cum splashing deep inside me sent my body into shock. I grabbed his head and pulled his face to mine, trying to kiss him as I lost control. I moaned, loud, then bit down on his bottom lip as I shook underneath him.

With a few ragged breaths, I came down from the orgasmic high. I held his face in mine, staring deep into his eyes. We both smiled.

"I love you."

"I love you too."