Hard Truth

By Trinity Wayne

Take a look into the love lives in this steamy romance collection (2 romance short stories or over 20k words of reading)! This passionate collection proves that love and romance are better when shared.
Marine Babe –Pregnancy Military Romance
Driven for Love –Auto-Racing Sports and Billionaire RomancePress Buy Now and multiply your pleasure with this exciting collection!

WARNING: This book contains mature language and content intended for 18+ readers only!

Standalone short stories all ending Happily Ever After...

• Language: English
• Publisher: NP Nice and Romantic
• Release date: Jan 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463877487

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Title: Hard Truth

Series: Romance Story Collection Book

Editor: Trinity Wayne

© Copyright 2020 by Trinity Wayne. All rights reserved.

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Marine Babe

Driven for Love

Marine Babe

Description

Kathy is six months pregnant, and stuck at home with a nursery to redecorate. Her feet and back ache constantly and she is looking forward to a long, soothing bath.

But Kathy is about to receive an unexpected visitor, someone she hasn’t seen for weeks, someone who is very welcome in her home—her fiancée.

With three days of company ahead of her, Kathy is determined to make the best use of her very own marine sergeant, whether it be asking him to move furniture, putting up curtains, or recreating the intimate positions that ensured Kathy conceived in the first place.

What is a lonely, hormonal, frustrated twenty-something woman to do when a handsome and super-fit fighting man walks back into her life?

*****

Honey, I’m home! he called.

In the kitchen, Kathy replied. What are you doing back?

Marine Sergeant Brett Standish dropped his bag in the hallway and headed through the house, straightening his uniform jacket as he walked. He’d been long overdue for some rest and relaxation, and he was determined to make the most of the three days he’d begged off. Ten years ago he’d have spent the time drinking himself blind, but nowadays he had responsibilities. The time had come to start acting like a grownup.

Kathy stood before him, the number one reason for his lifestyle change, wearing one of his old lumberjack shirts and her favorite fluffy house slippers. She smiled broadly at the sight of Brett in his Marine dress uniform.

Don’t you look handsome?

I remember you telling me how much you loved a man in uniform, so here I am.

It’s good to see you, sweetheart.

Don’t I get a hug?

I’m kinda messy at the moment, been busy upstairs. She brushed her hands together and headed for the kitchen sink. Wait while I get cleaned up. I don’t want to leave paint marks on that lovely uniform. She turned and Brett got his first glimpse of her side-on.

Wow, you’ve really grown around the middle, he said. Kathy smiled and stroked the bulging shirt with a gentle hand.

None of my clothes, not now I’m getting bigger every day.

It won’t be forever, sweetheart. Enjoy the experience.

Enjoy? She raised a warning eyebrow. "You want to stuff your kit bag under your shirt for three months and see how much you enjoy the experience?"

Ross smiled. I’m sorry. You’re right. I have no real idea how it feels. He crossed the kitchen and slipped his arms around his fiancée as she stood at the sink. Kathy was a full head shorter than his six-foot frame, so he had to bend to kiss her neck.

"I was teasing you."

"Well, you have three days to tease me."

Three whole days?

Yep. You got me all to yourself.

She dried off her hands and turned to smile up at him. That’s wonderful. She shuffled around inside the circle of his arms and he squeezed her tightly.

Careful. We’re not ready for any rough stuff yet.

So what have you been doing this week?

She raised a paint-stained hand. Guess.

So you’ve been busy?

She shrugged Someone had to do it.

Well you don’t have to do it all by yourself anymore. The cavalry has arrived.

Perfect. You can keep me company. It gets lonely around here sometimes.

I’m all yours. He looked her up and down. You look tired. Why don’t we sit for a while?

Maybe you could rub my feet?

I’d be happy to. Come on over. He put his big hands on her shoulders to help guide her toward the sofa. She frowned up at him.

I can still walk, you know.

Sorry, babe. I’m trying to take care of you.

I know, but you’re over-reacting. I have no problems moving around. It’s standing that tires me out.

Then you ought to sit down. He indicated their sofa and stepped back as Kathy shuffled past him. Despite her protests, she pressed her hands into her back as she walked. He waited until she settled onto the sofa before sliding in under her legs, lifting them gingerly as he moved into place. He began by rubbing his thumbs along her soles, pressing firmly as he slid them from heels up to her toes.

Kathy let her head drop back as deep, warming waves spread through her feet. The deep ache that had plagued her for weeks began to fade immediately. Brett repeated the motion over and over, each time using firm pressure, but slow hands.

Mmm… that’s nice, baby.

Your skin’s so soft, he remarked.

One of the benefits of being pregnant, she murmured as his big hands sent warm waves of pleasure through her feet. Wrap your hands right around as you move them up.

Like this? As he moved his hands up from her heel, he curled his fingers around to cover her feet entirely, stroking the tops of her toes, returning to massage her over again. After a few strokes, Kathy retrieved a tube of massage cream. Once she applied it to her feet, Ross’s hands slid over her skin more easily. Her skin glowed with warmth as his fingers massaged her.

I’ve missed that so much.

Not the same when you touch yourself? he asked.

Touching myself never is, she replied with a wink. I like it better when your hands touch me.

Now, now.

Sorry. I’m enjoying it so much. She let her head fall back onto the cushions. She curled her toes as he stroked her feet, wriggling them each time he returned to