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“Open the fucking door before I break it down,” I growl.
There’s a beat of silence before the lock turns and the door cracks open. I push it the rest of the way and find Piper leaning against the back wall, her eyes red and puffy, hot tears streaming down her face.
“We were talking to the same doctor back there, right?” I hitch my thumb over my shoulder towards the room. “Middle-aged guy, dark hair, good news. This ringing bells for you?”
She gives me a watery smile and nods. “Yeah. I was there. I just—he’s fine.”
I narrow my eyes in confusion. “Yes. Benjamin is fine. Hence all the not-crying I’m doing.”
“Please,” she snorts. “I doubt you’re even capable of crying.”
“And clearly, you’re too capable. You should be happy right now. We’re celebrating.”
“I know. I am happy!” she insists as she swipes more tears from her cheeks. “I guess it just hit me how close we were to…to losing him.”
The newfound sap in me clings to the wordwe. Piper and myself. The two of us.
We’ve been pretending to be Benjamin’s parents at the hospital, but the line between reality and fantasy is getting blurrier by the second.
“This is hindsight crying, then. You’re realizing how much more you should have been crying before and you’re catching up.”
She laughs. “Yeah, I guess so. Because when I should have been crying, I was…taking a bath.”
“Is ‘taking a bath’ our new euphemism for having multiple orgasms?”
Her face flushes. I like when it does that.
I step fully into the room and close the door behind me. The artificial light over the sink casts us both in a soft yellow light. As I close in on Piper, she shrinks into my shadow.
“What are you doing?” Her voice is soft enough that I know she knows exactly what I’m doing.
I slip my hand under the hem of her shirt and grip her narrow waist. Her skin is impossibly soft. “I want to make sure you celebrate properly.”
Her back bends and she arches into my touch. “In a bathroom?”
I unbutton her jeans and curl my fingers around the warmest part of her. She gasps when I stroke her slit over her panties.
“I don’t mind celebrating in front of a crowd, but I thought you might like privacy.” I press my lips to the soft place beneath her ear. After hours of sterile hospital smells and latex, it feels like a miracle to catch a whiff of vanilla floating off of her skin.
Piper lolls her head back and purrs as my fingers work across her pussy, coaxing her legs apart and drawing moisture between her thighs.
“Someone could come,” she whimpers, shuddering as I circle her clit.
“That’s the idea.”
She chuckles softly, her forehead falling against my shoulder. “Into the room, I mean. Someone could come in to talk to us and—”
“And they can wait until I’m done.”
81
TIMOFEY
I slide my middle finger into her waiting warmth, and curl it against her walls. I pulse one finger and then two into her, working rhythmically until she’s rolling onto my hand, seeking out my touch.
“Timofey,” she gasps, arching as a mild orgasm trembles through her.
It’s not enough to satiate, but it is enough to light her fuse. When Piper opens her eyes, her pupils are blown wide. She’s half-crazed with the new need coursing through her.
