Page 18 of Wild Pitch

She nods her head and rolls over onto her side. I gentlyghost my hands under the back of her shirt that’s already ridden up to her waist and start by applying a small amount of pressure at the bottom of her spine. She sighs in relief, so I take my time massaging her tight muscles.

Just as she starts to relax into the mattress, her body jolts, and she pulls her knees up toward her stomach. I know her cramps must be terrible, so I take a chance and slide my hand to the front of her abdomen. At this point, she doesn’t even have the energy to protest as I smooth my hand over her velvet skin, rubbing light circles right above her panty line.

“Go to sleep, Mayhem,” I whisper, pressing my lips to the back of her head and letting them linger. I feel her breathing slowly begin to even out as she drifts off, and there’s not a single thing that could stop me from following with her in my arms.

MONROE

I wake slowly, attempting to fight it because I haven’t been this comfortable in a long time. The bed is like a cloud, making me feel warm and secure under the thin down comforter. I crack one eye open to find rays of sunlight bleeding through the curtains. I can’t believe I slept that long.

Moving to roll onto my back, I realize I’m being held in place by a strong, muscular arm. Memories from last night race back into my brain, and I recall Riggs finding me on the floor in the hallway. I inwardly groan because I must have looked like such an idiot, unable to handle a few measly cramps. In my defense, these are the worst ones I’ve ever had.

When I was sixteen, I was diagnosed with polycystic ovarian syndrome. My periods were all over the place, and sometimes the symptoms were so debilitating that I couldn’t even go to school. I went through several brands of birth control to keep it at bay, and while the one I’m on now does the best job of them all, sometimes it’s still a struggle. I had a feeling last week when I knew it would be coming that it was going to be a bad one, and I was right. I went through so many tampons yesterday, that I had to order a box for delivery because I was in too much agony to drive to the drugstore. All I wanted to do was sleep until it went away, but the fact that my uterus was in revolt kept me from doing so. It wasn’t until Riggs started rubbing my back and belly that I finally felt good enough to doze off.

Being trapped under him brings me back to the night we spent together. The following morning, I had to slip out from this same grip to leave before he woke up. Thankfully, now I know how heavy of a sleeper he is, because I’m going to have to pull that maneuver again to go to the bathroom.

This time, I’m less graceful as I pick his arm up and roll away. It drops back onto the bed, and he mumbles something unintelligible before his body relaxes into the mattress. I slide my legs off the side, looking back to make sure I didn’t leak while we slept. Thankfully, my flow has obviously slowed, because the sheets and towel are clean. Unfortunately, the cramps still seem to be in full force, making it hard to stand up straight when my feet hit the floor.

I make my way into the bathroom while keeping steady pressure on my abdomen with my hand to quellthe nagging ache. Closing and locking the door behind me, I spot the new box of tampons on the counter. I quickly do my business, wash my hands, and head back out.

For a moment, I consider going to my own room. But I know if I do, I’ll just end up feeling as bad as I did yesterday. Having the weight of him behind me definitely helped, so even though I know I probably shouldn’t, I crawl back into bed and slide under his arm, letting him spoon me. He tightens his hold on my waist, and I sink back into his chest with a contented sigh.

He inhales deeply, and his thumb immediately begins moving back and forth across my lower stomach. “Did you sleep okay?” he asks, and even though I feel like it could fall out of my body any minute, my pussy clenches at the deep rasp of his tone. Good fucking God, I need to get myself in check. I happen to know from experience that this man’s penis is almost as big as my forearm, and the last thing I need right now is to have it shoved inside my already pissed off body.

I clear my throat. “Yeah, still crampy, but not as bad as yesterday.”

“Mmmm,” he hums, burying his face into the back of my hair like he did when he first got in bed with me. “I have an idea, but you have to promise to hear me out before you shoot it down.”

I immediately want to say no, because if he has to preface it like that, I already know it’s bad news. But he took such good care of me last night when he didn’t have to, so I’ll give him a chance to explain himself before I disagree with whatever his plan is. “What?”

“Let me give you an orgasm,” he says calmly.

I choke on a gasp. “No! Are you crazy?” I ask, attempting to move away from him. But of course, he just tightens his hold. “We’re definitely not doing that!”

“C’mon, Monroe,” he argues. “It’s a scientific fact that uterine contractions are a great remedy for period cramps.”

I want to dispute this claim, but I’m pretty sure he’s not wrong. “How do you know that?” I ask.

I feel his arm move as his shoulder shrugs behind me. “Grace used to get really bad cramps, so Tanner and I would research ways to make her feel better. He always joked with me that he could try giving her an orgasm to help her. Looking back now, though? He was probably being serious.”

I can’t help but giggle, because now that the two of them are married and we know they’ve been in love practically their whole lives, I imagine that teenage Grace would’ve been totally down with that plan.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything, Monroe,” he says quietly. “Just let me make you feel good.”

I want to resist. My brain is telling me to shoot this idea down, go to my room, and give it a try on my own. But when his pinky finger dips under the waistband of my underwear, my clit throbs with need. Even just the small movement has me so turned on, that a quiet whimper leaves my body as he pushes a little lower.

“Riggs, I’m bleeding. It’s gross,” I say on a harsh exhale. I’m trying my best, but failing to make him stop. Probably because, subconsciously, I don’t want him to.

“I thought I told you I’m not scared of a little blood,” he says into my ear, making me shiver. “It’s quite theopposite, actually.” I’m not sure what he means by that, but words are getting harder to comprehend by the minute as he rubs his fingertips back and forth over my shaved mound. “Can I?” he asks again.

My breath is coming out in shallow pants as I finally give in, nodding my head in consent. He lets out a low hum against my ear as his middle finger finally makes contact with my already swollen center. My legs spread on their own accord, allowing him to sneak a knee between them, wrapping his ankle around mine and pulling me wider.

“Look at you, being such a brave girl,” he says softly as he continues working my clit, exploring my piercing but not saying anything about it. “You’re going to feel so much better after this.”

I whimper at his praise, getting more worked up by the second. When we were together last time, he wasn’t like this. He was full of need, going from zero to feral almost in an instant. But now? He’s gentle and encouraging.

“Does this feel good, sweet thing? Will you be able to get there?” he asks, prompting me to nod my head. I know I’ll be able to come like this. I’m already on my way.

I try not to think of how awkward things will be after this is over, and just let myself enjoy the break from the pain I’ve been going through for the last couple of days. My hips tip forward, trying to create even more friction, which he gives by pressing harder against my warm, sensitive skin. He doesn’t slow down or change tactics as I near the summit, heat coiling tightly in the pit of my stomach. I feel like a rubber band that’s being pulled to its absolute limit, ready to snap with every passing second of his touch on my body. I moan loudly as my orgasm barrelsthrough me, making sparks explode behind my closed eyes as I shake uncontrollably. Riding the wave of pleasure, I succumb to the floaty feeling and try to hold onto it for as long as I can. He keeps going as the spasms inside me begin to subside, and he was right. I can feel the cramps melt away, leaving my body buzzing with satisfaction.

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