Hard by Kathryn Thomas Read Free Book Online

different, no guilt or remorse, so take that little voice. What she did feel was a tiny bit of soreness, but it was a good soreness, like after a hard workout. She wished she didn’t feel like shit because she wanted to have another go with Treble, to experience again what she felt last night. She tried to slip out of his embrace to go pee, but the moment she started to move, he tightened his embrace and pulled her in snuggly.
     
    “How are you this morning?” he asked as he slowly kissed her neck and shoulder.
     
    “Not so good. I’m never drinking again…ever. And I have to pee.” When he opened his embrace, she staggered out of bed and squeezing into the tiny bathroom. When she opened the door Treble was there, still naked, still looking good enough to eat, with another large glass of water and the Advil. She took the Advil, shook out four more pills, and chased them with the entire glass of water.
     
    “It’s only six. Let’s go back to bed and give you a chance to sleep it off,” he said as he took the glass.
     
    “Yeah,” she mumbled, turning toward the bed. “That sounds like a good idea.”
     
    She was getting drowsy again when he joined her in the bed, tucking into her back with his knees behind hers. “You okay?” he asked softly
     
    “About the sex?” she asked to make sure she understood.
     
    “Yeah. There was no blood. Are you hurting?”
     
    “No, not really.”
     
    “That’s good. You feel okay? Not upset?”
     
    She smiled and patted him on the leg. For looking like such a badass, he was surprisingly caring. “I’m fine. You did good, so don’t worry. I’m glad it was you.” Her smile broadened slightly as she felt the tension run out of him and she thought it was sweet that he was actually worried. She sighed softly, her eyes getting heavy as his fingers softly, slowly, caressed her breast, his touch sending a low-level pleasure thrumming through her as she drifted back to sleep.
     
    ***
     
    The second time Lindy woke, it was to the smell of sausage and eggs. She felt surprisingly normal, her hangover greatly diminished from what it was earlier. She was alone in the bed and rolled over to look at the small clock. She breathed deeply and stretched languorously, the extra five hours of sleep and the Advil effectively killing the hangover. With another enormous yawn, she sat up and found her shirt. She was feeling sexy and naughty as she put on her shirt and panties but nothing else.
     
    “How are you feeling now?” Treble asked when she appeared from the bedroom, her hair a mess, but the disarray making her sexier still.
     
    “Better. I’ll have to remember that Advil and water thing.”
     
    “Advil for the pain, water to help with the dehydration. We’re having an English Breakfast. Hope you’re hungry.”
     
    “Starved, but what’s an English Breakfast?”
     
    Treble grinned. He didn’t cook a lot, but he had perfected breakfast over the years as a way to cement his place with women. “You’ll see,” he said coyly. “Coffee is made,” he added as he pointed with the spatula.
     
    She poured herself a cup, and topped off his, before folding herself into the booth-like table to watch. He was dressed only in boxers and watching the muscles ripple in his back as he fussed over the stove made her mouth water. He began to serve up two plates, turning to her with a grin as he slid a plate in front of her.
     
    “This is an English Breakfast? Beans?” she asked as she looked over the plate.
     
    He chuckled at her reaction. “Trust me. Have I steered you wrong yet?”
     
    Lindy looked at her plate again. In addition to the beans in the center of the plate, two eggs, two sausage patties, three strips of bacon, a slice of fried tomato and a buttered English muffin filled the rest. She looked up and smiled at him. “No, not yet.”
     
    She began with the eggs and bacon, but not wanting to insult him, tried the beans. Her eyes opened wide at how the flavor