Tristan (The Kendall Family #1) by Randi Everheart Read Free Book Online Page B

saw something that froze her in place. The back door just around the corner stood open a foot. Through the closed screen door beyond it, she saw a parked car looking sinister in the dark next to Tristan’s bike. Before she had a chance to react to that, a dark shadow stepped from within the master bedroom door right in front of her. With a scream, she raised the frying pan over her head and then swung down as hard as she could. Her target ducked while raising one arm to ward off the blow. The result was a glancing strike that still caught the intruder pretty good on top of the head and forearm.
    “Ow!” yelled the man, falling to one knee. Opting to ask questions later, Victoria swung down again and caught him hard on the arm. “Fuck! Victoria! Stop! It’s me! Tristan!”
    She paused in mid-swing. “Tristan?” She looked down in amazement, barely recognizing him in the dark. “What the hell are you doing?”
    “Ah, I think you broke my fucking arm.”

Chapter 6 – Pain and Pleasure
    Victoria dropped the frying pan and stood still, unsure what to do beyond flipping on the light by the bedroom door. Her heart still pounded with a fear she didn’t need, but adrenaline can’t just be turned off. Only when Tristan put his hand on his head and pulled it away with some blood on it did she react.
    “Oh, my God! Your head is bleeding.” She knelt and put her hand on his scalp. A bump was already forming, his blond hair matting with blood, but there wasn’t much blood, at least. Worry chased her fears of an intruder away and replaced them with fear of having seriously injured him. “We have to get you to a doctor.”
    He shook his head, sending stars behind his eyes. “Just help me to a chair.”
    She tried to help him up, slipping her hand under the arm she’d hit, only to have him gasp in pain. He got to his feet himself and looked woozy, so she wrapped her arms around his trunk and led him to the nearest place—her bed. Once he was settled, she looked him in the eyes.
    “I’m so sorry, Tristan. I didn’t know it was you.”
    “It’s my own fault anyway. Not sure what I was thinking.”
    “Let me get you some ice.”
    “Good idea.”
    Victoria ran from the room, fear propelling her to the refrigerator’s ice machine, then to the linen closet, where she grabbed a towel. For all the times she’d thought about hitting Tristan, she hadn’t really been serious, but now her dark fantasies had come to life. She felt horrible, though not likely as horrible as he did. At that thought, she grabbed several painkillers and a glass of water on her way back to him. She found him gingerly feeling his forearm.
    “Is it broken?” she asked, cringing at the thought.
    “No, just damn sore.”
    She let out a breath. “C’mon, sit back on the bed, by the headboard. I want you to lean back, but stay sitting up.”
    He did so as she piled pillows behind his back. Then she pulled off his boots and climbed up beside him, gently laying the ice pack on his head. He winced, especially when she leaned against the wounded arm. “You should probably get on the other side,” he said.
    “Right.” She started to climb over him only to realize she’d have no room on that side of the bed. She didn’t want to make him move, so she just sat down on top of his crotch, her legs spread, knees up against his hips. For once, dirty thoughts didn’t race through their heads, or at least, not until she reached back up to put the ice pack on his head again. Her robe opened more, offering him a wonderful view of the inside of her creamy breasts and belly. Below them lay the dark triangle of hair above her pussy. Despite the pain, his eyes lingered, his cock stirring.
    “I brought some painkillers,” she said, not noticing his hot gaze.
    “Mmm. Good idea. Where are they?”
    “Here.” She put the ice down and emptied a couple pills onto her palm and popped them into his mouth, then gently tilted the water glass for him to drink. She put