Page 105 of There Are No Words

“All right. Well, there’s plenty of time. They’ll make it, I’m sure. Labor takes hours.” Maria said, turning to the room.

It was the way she’d said that last part, though, that had shivers running down my spine. That was what I was concerned about—this taking hours.

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Allegra

“Stop fluffing my pillow, damn it!” I yelled at Perla and tried leaning back there to swat her hand away.

She backed away, holding her hands up. “You’re crabby.”

“I’m in labor.”

Bianca angled her head to the couple sharing the room with me. “What’s with those two?” she whispered so only we could hear her.

I rolled my eyes. “They arrived somewhere between Maria and you two coming in. They’re fine. Just really handsy.”

Perla arched a brow. “Handsy?”

Bianca’s eyes darted their way again. It was like driving past a car accident, you couldn’t not look.

They’d had the curtain closed when they had to check her cervix, but then the man pulled it back, claiming to be claustrophobic.

The woman sat up straighter, her hands roaming over the man’s upper arms and creeping down before gliding across his chest. Geez, what were they going to have sex right here, right now while she was in labor? What woman could even think about that at a time like this?

Maria walked in again and her gaze followed ours. “What are you all looking at?”

“Shhh!” Perla tried to silence her, never pulling her gaze away from the other couple.

Maria looked over at them, too, her eyebrows pinching. “Why are his hands all over her, and why does it look like she wants to eat him?”

Bianca chuckled. “That’s called raw sexual attraction.”

Maria rolled her eyes. “They’re in a hospital, sharing a room with someone else who is in labor. It’s totally inappropriate.”

“‘Totally inappropriate’?” Perla arched a brow.

I didn’t get to respond because the man walked over and put one hand on the curtain. Did his hands have to be on everything? “You can close the curtain, if you’d like,” I said, hoping he’d take the hint.

“Never. We’re in this experience together. Our lives will forever be connected because of tonight. Don’t you think it’s nice to share?” he asked, and I honestly had no answer for him.

I didn’t know when Brady had returned, but his hand was on my shoulder suddenly. “What’s going on?” he asked.

The woman spoke up now—“My husband and I are very fond of this experience and we’re so fortunate we get to have it with you. Are you two married?”

I laughed. Boy, did I have an answer for them. “Nope. We are roommates. I asked him to fuck me. He did. Really hard. And now we’re here. We like it rough.” When I saw their faces drop, I growled, really trying to scare them.

Brady kissed my temple. “Don’t forget to tell them how we almost broke the bed the last time. That was fun.”

They were mortified.

Shocked.

But mortified.

I, on the other hand, was smiling from ear to ear. I could do that now, by the way, because the drugs had finally kicked in.

“Um.” The man seemed to be trying to find the right words. No need, because the only right words were that he was going to leave me—us—alone. “I think you deserve some privacy, after all. You should enjoy this time together. I’m just going to close this curtain.” He tugged it closed so fast, and it was the first time I’d felt good all day.

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