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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.
I straddled him as his hands came to my hips. My smile was dopey. I mean, I could feel the lopsided stretch of it and yet I felt the joy in my bones. “I’m glad we’re friends, Bain.”
“I’m glad too.” His eyes danced with amusement over my antics.
“I’m even gladder—is that a word—that we’re fucking.”
I remember Bain laughed so hard and with a hand on the back of my head he pulled me into him for a quick kiss before saying, “Come on… let’s get you to bed.”
“No thank you.” I pulled my shirt over my head, undid my bra and tossed it over the top of the lamp. “We’ll have sex right here.”
“We’re not having sex.” Bain laughed. “You’re too drunk.”
“Not,” I insisted. “I know exactly what I’m doing and we’ve done this many times already.”
Bain was reluctant, I remember that much. But after stripping naked and falling to my knees before him, he merely looked dubious.
By the time I had his cock out and in my mouth, he was on board.
Everything else was a whirlwind. Fragments of the evening spin before me, each one flashing with a brightness that imprints in my memory. I started playing with myself while I sucked Bain down deep. It drove him crazy and he pulled me off. There was a violent kiss where our teeth knocked together, then he pulled me up his body. He put me right back over his lap, legs straddled wide and I sunk down on him. It felt so good as I started to move on him, controlling the pace and watching his pleasure take hold. His mouth found my nipples as I bounced up and down on his lap. Bain grunted in pleasure and my entire body felt like it was going up in flames.
I came first, the orgasm crashing into me from out of nowhere. It was so forceful I could do nothing but shudder my way through it. Bain wasn’t there yet so he flipped me over on the couch, raised my legs and in a handful of hard thrusts, he was jerking his release inside me.
What I remember the most… so very clearly, was Bain burying his face in my neck as we were still connected. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
I didn’t give the words back, but I felt them.
And after that, things got a little fuzzy. I assume there was vomiting, hair holding and general nastiness that Bain truly didn’t have to stay for. I have no clue why he did, but I’m grateful.
“Just what the doctor ordered,” he says as he walks into the room with a plate in one hand and an insulated tumbler with a straw that I’m assuming contains ginger ale. He places both on the table and left in his hand is a bottle of Tylenol. He shakes out two and insists I take them with a few sips of the soda.
It tastes wonderful and at the same time, my stomach rolls. I hope it stays down.
Bain sits on the side of the bed, leans over and rests his hand on my hip. “Can I come back tonight?”
