Page 34 of The Captain's Little Girl

“Thank you, Cricket. I’m going to take care of you, just as if you were my own little girl,” Doniphan promised her. “I’ll tell you everything I’m doing.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“I’m going to spread your knees apart.”

Cricket closed her eyes as she allowed him to adjust her position.

“You’ll feel my touch.” Doniphan’s gloved fingers parted her lower lips. “I’m going to insert two fingers now. You’ll feel me pressing on your tummy again. Does that hurt?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. She squeezed her eyelids as tight as possible. Doniphan’s professional touch reassured her. Having two men watch her as his fingers moved inside her had an effect she didn’t want. She could feel herself getting wetter as Doniphan examined her. Cricket didn’t want Mark to think she was attracted to her friend’s daddy.

“Cricket, any response you feel is because you’re a healthy, vibrant female,” Doniphan said, as if he could read her mind. “I’m going to check one more place.”

His fingers slid from her channel and traced a line back to the small entrance between her buttocks. When she immediately snapped her knees back together, Mark warned, “Little girl.”

She opened her eyes to peek up at him. His stern expression made her shake her head. That unfortunate motion made her sick again. Moaning, she protested, “No, Daddy.”

“Doniphan needs to know what’s going on with you to make you feel better. Even I cooperate with the medic when he stresses something is important,” Mark informed her. “Spread your legs, baby girl. Don’t make me punish you for being bad.”

Slowly, she followed his directions. Not fast. Cricket didn’t want there to be any question that she didn’t want to do this.

When she was back in position, Doniphan pressed two lubricated fingers deep into her bottom and compressed her stomach. “Does this hurt?” he asked.

“Not really,” she blurted. “It’s just uncomfortable.”

“I’d say that’s a normal reaction,” Doniphan reassured her as his fingers slid from her body. “Mark, I’m going to swap places with you.”

When he stood next to her torso, Doniphan shared what he’d learned. “I don’t see any signs of appendicitis or bowel obstruction. That’s the good news.”

“What’s making me sick?” she asked.

Doniphan probed, “Cricket, when do you start your cycle?”

She blinked at him as she counted days. “I’m not very regular,” she admitted. “Probably a week?”

“Do you usually have bad cramps?” he asked.

“Wicked.”

“Do you get nauseous before or during your period?”

“Yeah. But I don’t throw up like this,” she assured him.

“Here’s what I think is going on. I think you ate too many cookies…”

“Don’t say that word!” she protested before clapping a hand over her mouth.

“Sorry, Cricket. I think you made yourself sick like anyone else would that ate too many treats. Unfortunately, that corresponded to the exact time you start feeling badly as the hormones race through your body. The two compounded each other to make you absolutely miserable. I’m going to give you something for your nausea that will make you feel better, but you’ll be sleepy.”

“Okay.” Cricket would have agreed to anything to feel better, but being sleepy sounded wonderful.

“I’m also going to have your daddy give you frequent orgasms without penetration.”

He turned to Mark. “Use your hands or mouth to stimulate her. That will help with her cramps before her period starts. When you see her exhibit behavior that clues you in that she’s uncomfortable, it’s time for some attention.”

Cricket looked back and forth between the two men. Her daddy was supposed to do what? When Mark arched one eyebrow at Doniphan as if he were asking a silent question, Cricket knew they were communicating without words. Refocusing on her after several seconds, Mark swept his hands from her knees to her inner thighs. He ran his thumbs across her pussy, making her shiver.

His gaze held hers captive as he stroked through her soaked pink folds. Caressing those spots that always made her gasp with delight, her daddy coaxed her toward her pleasure. He brushed one thumb softly over her clit.

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