Page 49 of Haden

“Are you okay, baby?” he whispers into my ear.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” I pat his hand where it rests under my breasts, fighting a grin because it really is adorable how concerned he is about my period.

It’s dark now. I slept all afternoon. I felt much better and would have gone downstairs to eat dinner, but Haden insisted on bringing me a tray. As if I were sick with the flu, he brought up chicken noodle soup, fresh bread, and the most amazing honey butter. All of that was made from scratch because Gretchen doesn’t serve anything that isn’t.

I kind of hate that she so obviously went out of her way to fix me a special meal. It wasn’t necessary. But I’m equally certain it fills her soul to take care of the occupants of this house. She’s probably humming and smiling over having done this favor for Haden.

My bossy, concerned man plays with my fingers. “I feel like I’ve had an intensive lesson in female sexuality today,” he jokes.

I chuckle. “If men had to menstruate and deliver babies, the human population would go extinct.”

“I have no doubt. I have a new appreciation for the sacrifice you women make to the continuity of the species.”

Another giggle escapes me.

Haden releases my fingers and switches to thrumming my nipple.

My breath hitches at the contact.

His lips are on my ear again. “I heard it would be beneficial for me to give you an orgasm,” he whispers.

I cringe. “Please tell me you didn’t discuss my period or giving me orgasms with my brothers or cousins. If you have, I will murder you in your sleep.”

“Did you get that gun license while you were sleeping today?” he teases.

“Haden…”

“No. I did not discuss your pussy, or how loud you scream when you come, or how wet you get when I spank you, or how sexy you are when I take pictures of your come-covered cunt with anyone you are blood-related to.”

“Haden!” He’s so vulgar. Why am I grinning?

“I spoke to Melody.”

I blow out a breath. That’s better than the men. Besides, I seriously doubt he went to my sister-in-law and asked her questions about how to ease my cramping. I suspect Melody came to him. I can live with that.

His hand slides to my stomach, where he gently massages as if he can help with the cramping that way. Or perhaps he’s imagining what I’ll look like when my abdomen is no longer flat.

Without a word, he continues trailing his fingers farther down, slipping them under the elastic of my panties.

Already, my pussy is pulsing. Even though I’m not at my best, I’m still cramping, and my mood swings are obnoxious, my clit comes to life the moment he touches it.

It’s hard not to focus on the icky parts, though. “Haden… It’s messy down there.”

“Shhh, baby. I’m not afraid of a little blood.”

“How do you feel about a lot of blood?” I murmur, losing the battle as he continues to stroke my clit.

“It doesn’t bother me at all.” He slides his hand deeper into my panties so he can reach my folds. The tips of his fingers glide over my labia before slowly parting them.

“Tampon…” I murmur.

He finds the string and gives it a tiny tug, just enough to make me aware of the inside of my vagina, which sends my libido through the roof.

This is so dirty. So unimaginable. My man is playing with my pussy while I’m on my period. Day one of my cycle. I just put this tampon in, so there’s not much chance his hand will end up looking like a crime scene, but it could. And that thought makes my heart race. The gamble. The odd danger. Not harmful danger, but the possibility that I might bleed on him.

And he doesn’t care.

I don’t know what the hell might happen. I’ve never masturbated on the first day of my period. Maybe I should have. I hadn’t thought about it possibly helping alleviate cramps. I’ve never felt sexy on my period. Usually, I’m disgruntled and surly, not to mention in pain.