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“What does it say?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

“Oh, uh… evidently orgasms can help.”

“Oh.”

“I’m just reading the list,” he says nervously. “But if you want…”

“Cole, what are you saying?”

“That I can… help you.”

I just stare at him. “I feel like death. I’m not having sex.”

“I’m not suggesting sex. You ran away from me last time.” He lets out a breath. “But that’s not the only way I can help.”

“I’m bleeding, though,” I say as I catch his drift.

“Blood doesn’t bother me,” he shrugs. “I just want to help.”

“You just want to stick your fingers in me.”

“I won’t complain about that.”

I laugh before I take a moment to really think this over.

It’s a bit of an unorthodox proposition, but it’s not like he hasn’t fingered me before.

And this time isn’t sex. It’s just to help me relieve some pain.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Go get into something comfy. I’ll get ready out here. Then you can just sit back and let me make you feel better.”

Even in my pained state, I move quickly. I strip off my clothes from the day and throw on an oversized T-shirt, one that hangs to my knees. On my way back, I stop in the bathroom, pulling my hair up into a messy bun and removing my tampon. I take a deep breath before walking back into the living room.

Cole is waiting for me on the couch, a dark-colored towel draped across it. He has one leg on the ground and the other stretched out before him.

He smiles when he sees me. “Come here, birthday girl.”

When I walk over to him, he helps me sit down, pulling me to sit between his legs. I lay mine out in front of me.

“It’s okay if you change your mind,” I say nervously. “I won’t be offended.”

Cole’s lips graze my ear. “Not going to change my mind, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

I take a deep breath before leaning back against his chest and getting into position. I open my legs as his breath catches in his throat.

He trails his hands up under the hem of my shirt, hooking them in the waistband of my panties. “These are only going to get in the way.” He helps me shimmy them down my legs before he tosses them to the ground. “There you go.”

Without another word, he slips his hand under my shirt again, this time going straight to my core. I gasp as his thumb grazes my clit.

“Oh…”He does it again, and it already feels so good. “I could come like that,” I say, slightly breathless. “It would be less messy.”

“It would,” he murmurs against my ear. “But you liked my fingers last week. You liked having your cunt full when I got you off.”

Still the same dirty talker. Still just as fucking hot.

Disregarding my suggestion, Cole slips a finger inside me as he groans.

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