Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
At least I’m not so hungover as to forget last night. Granted, some bits and pieces are fuzzy, but I know for sure that I got drunk, Bain brought me home and pretty sure I mauled him sexually.
There’s a flutter in my belly as I think about what we did and… a frown comes to my face.
A grimace, actually.
That’s not my body reacting to memories of sex but rebelling from copious amounts of alcohol. I burst out of the bed, get tangled up in the sheets and almost break my neck, if not for a pair of strong arms that catch me.
“Whoa there, speedy.” Bain’s voice is low, soothing. “Got a garbage can right here.”
He turns me to the left, points to my tall kitchen container with a fresh bag in it and I manage to bend over just before my heaving starts. Nothing comes out but the lining of my stomach, which makes me gag from how gross it is. Bain’s hand rubs my lower back in gentle circles.
I stand up with a groan and find a cold wet cloth at my forehead. Bain takes my arm and leads me back to the edge of the bed where I slump onto the edge. “I’m dying,” I say, my voice dry and croaking.
“You’re not dying,” Bain says, and I take a moment to really look at him. He’s wearing the same outfit he had on last night, but I know at one point, we were both naked. “You were pretty sick around four a.m. Pretty sure you filled up a dozen toilet bowls.”
I wrinkle my nose, grateful I don’t have that exact memory, but then my hand reaches up to feel my hair tied in a knot. I do remember something… Bain holding my hair out of the way so I could throw up. At some point, it got tied out of the way.
“Think you can handle some ginger ale? Crackers?”
I shake my head. “No. Nothing just yet.”
Bain takes my chin and levels an expression that looks slightly the way my mom looked at me when she was being extra mom-like. “You need hydration. Water or ginger ale. Take your pick.”
“I don’t have any ginger ale,” I mutter, pressing the cold cloth to my head.
“You do,” he says with a wink. “I ran out and got some a bit ago along with some saltine crackers. Or I can make you toast.”
I fall back onto the bed with a moan of pain and nausea. I’m not sure I can handle the combination of feeling this wretched from a hangover and being utterly charmed by Bain’s thoughtfulness.
Then something strikes me. I lift my head, look down my body and realize I’m naked.
Bain notices me noticing. “I tried to get you into some pajamas or a T-shirt but you kept taking it off. Insisting you were going to fuck me all night.”
My eyes widen. “I did?”
He smirks, nodding. “You were cute. It’s an offer I’d like to take you up on sometime when you’re feeling better.”
I push up to my elbows so I don’t strain my neck to look up at him, which I know causes my breasts to jut out. But I’m feeling decidedly unsexy. “I do remember we had sex last night.”
“That we did,” he says as he bends over me on the bed. His palms go to the mattress and his face hovers before me. Not to kiss me because yuck… I have vomit breath, but to look me in the eye. “I’ll make you some toast and bring you two Tylenol. You need to eat and drink. But then I have to get going. I’ve got some things to do today.”
“Okay,” I say wanly and flop back down.
“No,” Bain says, taking my arm and pulling me up. “Get back in bed under the covers.”
I do as he instructs, hating myself for loving his care. I’ve always been the caretaker and no one has ever done this for me before.
Bain pulls the covers up to my chest and starts to turn away, but I latch onto his wrist. “Was I a horrible turnoff last night when I got sick?”
“So disgusting,” he says with an exaggerated shudder. “Not sure I can fuck you again.”
“At least not until I brush my teeth,” I quip.
He laughs. “That’s for damn sure. I’ll be right back.”
While Bain is in the kitchen rustling up hydration and food, both of which make my stomach pitch, I think back on last night. I remember leaving the bar with him, giving him a teasing hand job on the way to my house—just some rubbing through his denim—and then… yeah, I pretty much attacked him.
I remember the room spinning when I stumbled through the front door. I was laughing, completely intoxicated, and turned to pull Bain into me. He came willingly, so freaking hot and sexy. I kissed him and we somehow fell to the couch.