“Ya know,” Jax hollered over the dueling sounds of the strong, hot shower beating down on him and Cassidy’s miserable retching over the toilet, “it’s not exactly an ego boost when the guy you been f*****g all night gets a good look at you in the morning and runs for the puke tank.”
He was teasing, and Cassidy tossed off a woozy laugh. The first three mornings Cassidy had spent naked on the bathroom floor wrapped around the toilet, Jax had been a paragon of solicitude: backrubs and cold washcloths and gentle shhhs, offers of tea and toast and ginger ale. But this was day eight of Cassidy’s morning misery, and they were both a little sick of it.
“It was probably something I ate,” Cassidy moaned. He’d waited for Jax to shut off the shower to be sure Jax would hear.
Jax laughed. “Yeah, spea
