It’s a goose. Goodnight, fellas!
With that, I muted that chat, returning to the one I shared with the ladies.
Your men have proved useless.
Dakota:*Snorts* Well, going to them before us was your first mistake. Guess you learned a lesson tonight, didn’t you?
Listen, I’d love nothing more than to trash-talk them while they suffer with FOMO, but I do need your help. It’s urgent.
Tessa:Hit us with it.
It’s about Gemma.
Dakota:Come on. Give us a little credit. Obviously, you came to us with girl troubles.
I’ll be the first to admit I’m a little out of my depth here. She’s got cramps, and they’re bad—like,really bad—and I need to do something to ease her pain. I’m desperate. It’s killing me to see her like this.
Tessa:Got some pain relievers? Those usually do the trick.
She said she took some, and they’re not touching the pain.
Bristol:Don’t ask how I know this, but an orgasm has been known to provide relief.
My eyebrows rose. That was a little more information that I needed to know about Maddox. But damn, good on him for doing whatever was necessary to care for his girl.
Don’t think that’s gonna be an option here. She could barely walk to answer the door.
Evie:Poor thing. How about a heating pad or warm compress? Might take the edge off.
I’ll give that a try. Thanks.
Dakota:You’re a good one, Goose. She’s lucky to have you.
Bristol:Hope she feels better soon!
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, centering myself. I had a plan of action, and that settled my panic, but only to a degree. So long as Gemma was hurting, I wouldn’t be able to rest easy.
Chapter 21
Gemma
It was official. Iwas dying. Here. Tonight.
Never had I experienced cramping like this before. The pill I took a while back to prevent pregnancy after the night of unprotected sex had delayed my period a couple of weeks, and this was my first time getting it since. I had to believe that played a factor in the hell I was experiencing.
The sharp stabs in my lower abdomen were enough to steal my breath away, and I couldn’t focus on much beyond the agony radiating outward toward my limbs.
I wondered how long it had been since Sasha left me in bed. Despite his objections, I wouldn’t be surprised if he took my advice and left after letting Cannoli out. He clearly came here with sex in mind, and I was in no shape to participate in that activity.
My eyes squeezed shut, and I moaned when another wave of pain crashed over me.
How much longer was this going to go on? I couldn’t take much more. I wanted to die.
Footsteps sounded on the stairs a minute before Sasha walked into my bedroom. Concern etched lines into his face, and I hated that I had put them there.
“Hey,” he said softly, coming closer. Crouching down, he brushed the hair away from my face. “How are you feeling?”
My voice came out strained. “Kill me now.”
