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Yet, she never once complained.

The noises slipping past her lips were of enjoyment, not pain.

One hand wrapped around her middle to cup one breast, and my fingers played with the tip of her nipple as our flesh slapped wetly in the tile shower.

She threw her head back and cried out. “I’m going to come!”

My free hand went to her pussy and squeezed.

She convulsed around me, and I had no choice but to follow in her wake.

My cock jumped inside of her, my seed spilling deeply inside in hot, wet spurts.

My cock slowly worked in and out of her, slow and steady, until the last dregs of my release and hers were through.

She went limp in my arms, and I had to catch her.

“Whoa.” I laughed as I slipped out of her and pulled her against me. “A little warning, darlin’.”

“Sorry,” she slurred. “But that was the best damn pain relief I’ve ever experienced in my life. Now, I feel like a contented cat ready to sleep my life away.”

“We’re going to have none of that,” I mused. “But we’ll get your hair washed, your body cleaned up, and then I’ll cook you that burger that you were wanting.”

She looked up at me. “Burgers are my period pain cure.”

“Then we’ll make sure that you have a damn burger every single time that you start,” I promised.

“But I think your cock might’ve been better,” she teased.

I chuckled as I washed her hair.

“Condition it twice,” she murmured, her forehead against my chest.

I conditioned it twice, leaving it in there the second time as I washed her body with overly sweet-smelling soap.

“This stuff smells like a candy factory,” I mumbled, reaching all my favorite nooks and crannies.

“I bought it on a whim at a new boutique in town, hoping that they didn’t hate me yet,” she muttered. “Turns out, they hated me. And I was stuck with this soap. It’s very sweet-smelling at first, but if you can get over it, it has a great dry smell.”

“Hmm,” I said, thinking I knew the exact boutique she was talking about.

I think it was called Petals or something.

I remembered getting a call from them when they first opened about a vagrant.

I think Vera had been behind that call.

The woman was the town menace, ruling from her high horse at her mercantile that was busy as fuck. She had all the town’s ear thanks to her pretty much having the only grocery store and pharmacy in Sawtooth.

“Vera’s such a bitch,” I said. “Why does she hate you so much?”

“When I was seventeen, and Leo was six, Leo stole someone’s prescription from behind the counter. I wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing, because I was looking for pads for my period. Mom was shopping herself, but Dad was right next to me looking at those magazines next to the women’s section. So he saw that I hadn’t moved since I walked in the door—I was contemplating getting diapers, my period was so bad. They were half the price—and I had to pay for my own because it ‘taught me responsibility.’ So I’m sitting there, holding two boxes in my hand and comparing. Then Leo is there with Vera, and he’s pointing at me saying that ‘she stole it.’” She laughed humorlessly as I started to rinse out her hair. “I had no clue what was going on. I didn’t have a thing on me. Then he lifts up the bag that I left in the car and pulls out a prescription for pain medication. I think he lucked out with the pain medication. But yeah. She banned me. And Dad didn’t defend me at all. He just looked at me like I’d committed atrocities and he didn’t know me anymore. When I literally never left his side.”

“Your dad was blissfully unaware half the time,” I agreed. “He was just like ‘I don’t know what’s going on’ and then went with what your mother and Leo said. I think he would’ve rather been left out of the drama.”

She shrugged, as if she no longer cared.

I didn’t blame her.