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Just what I needed, my time of the month to come.
I don’t tend to bleed a lot, but the cramps can be crippling. It’s the worst five days of the month. Trying to work when you feel like dropping into the fetal position is pure hell.
The only good thing about this time is that I can lie in bed in peace if I want to. No work. No dealing with shitty bosses or customers. Just sleep and relaxation.
Ha, as if. I won’t be able to breathe right until I get some pain meds in me.
Despite how much it kills me to do so, I pull myself out of bed. Even though it’s the middle of summer, I always get the chills when I’m on my period. Grabbing my robe, I slip it over me and tie it around my waist before heading into the bathroom.
The guys stocked my bathroom full, so I have tampons and pads under the sink.
After I’m situated, I drag my ass out of the room and down the stairs.
The sounds of their chatter and laughter makes me grumble in frustration. Along with bad cramps, I tend to get horrible headaches and feel nauseous whenever I eat something that doesn’t have sugar in it for some reason.
So, when I throw the kitchen door open and see their sun-shiny, crazy smiles—okay, more like Shep’s—I shoot them all a death glare.
“Don’t look at me like that, Bunny,” he chuckles, holding his hands up. “I just smiled at you.”
“Don’t,” I mutter. “No happiness allowed. Only misery and pain.” Shuffling my feet toward the fridge, I open the door and whine.
“What’s wrong?” Saint asks, stepping up behind me. He doesn’t touch me, just hovers. I’m glad, because normally my whole body lights up when he’s around, but right now the only kind of touch I want is sexual and straight to the point. Only after that will the cramps be gone.
I tend to get overstimulated easily, and because I feel gross, I don’t like being touched. Yet, for some reason, I also get very horny during my time of the month. I mean, orgasms do help a lot with cramps. Sadly, I could just stay home and get myself off all day. That would have been the dream.
“There’s nothing in here to eat,” I sigh. Okay, so there is actually a lot in the fridge to eat, it’s packed full, but nothing I’m in the mood to eat. Therefore, there’s nothing to eat.
“What are you in the mood for? We can order in.”
“I don’t know,” I huff in annoyance. My stomach is cramping, but I’m also hungry, and I end up slamming the door shut. “Got any pain meds?” I spin around to face the two men, noticing Maverick isn’t here. “Where’s Maverick?”
As if on cue, the hulk of a man walks into the room. He has bags in his arms, lowering them onto the kitchen table.
“Oh, candy!” Shep says excitedly, shifting to sift through the bags.
“Touch it, and I cut off a finger,” Maverick snarls.
And fuck me, I hate that the sound goes right to my clit, making my pussy light up.
My body really doesn’t know what it wants right now.
“Fuck,” Shep pouts. “You’re mean today.”
“He’s mean every day,” I huff out a humorless laugh.
Maverick turns his gaze on me. “Am I?” he asks, a hint of amusement in his tone. It only pisses me off more. “How so?”
“You’re overbearing and shit,” I explain, waving my hand to gesture at all of him and feeling the need to pick a fight.
“Overbearing?”
“Yeah, with all the things you do to me.”
“Like?”
“Making me food, demanding that I drink water, asking how I’m feeling, seeing if I’m getting enough sleep. The list goes on and on.”
Three soft chuckles in response to my rant just make me even more pissed.
