The Storm (Fairhope) by Laura Lexington Read Free Book Online Page B

moved together in perfect rhythm, feeling one another’s wants with the precision that practice creates. As the intensity mounted, I closed my eyes and willed myself to wait, but I couldn’t. Three more thrusts and I was fully there, yelling out his name with one shaky breath.
    “God, you’re sexy,” he breathed, slowing slightly as I drank in the last earthshaking shocks of electricity. “Can you come again?”
    I leaned up and lightly ran my tongue over his lips, smoothly, pulling away gently with a sly smile. I felt his body shudder as he struggled to control himself. “Oh, yes.”
    We switched positions, and he clutched my hips as I slid on top of him. He cupped my full breasts in each hand, groaning as I slammed my hands on the bed posts, riding him hard until he could barely breathe.
    “Jana…”
    “You almost there?”
    He nodded desperately, and I sped up slightly, the way he liked it when he was close.
    With perfect synchronization, we climaxed together, exploding into a delicious aftershock that left us both reeling. After minutes of lying there, recovering and enjoying one another’s closeness, we disentangled until only our arms were left holding one another. Climaxing simultaneously didn’t happen every time, but when it did … it was like stealing a glimpse of heaven. Sighing, he stared deeply into my eyes, and we lay there communicating without uttering a single word.

 
     
    STILL HIGH FROM the overdose of sexual satisfaction I took that morning, I watched the sun make its descent into the blue-gray sky at late evening. Andrew was watching a baseball game with Gavin, and I was alone with my latest canvas and the remote control. I laid down in the recliner and closed my eyes, tuning out the latest episode of Law and Order . Set in Biloxi, Mississippi, that was a little too close to home for me to imagine a serial rapist who left women’s bodies in the gulf near the Beau Rivage.
    As I got up to retreat to my art corner, sharp abdominal pains ferociously attacked me again. My period must be on its way. Yay. I sat back down.
    Until then, my Saturday floated along perfectly—a walk in the park with iced coffees following our delicious lunch in the Fairhope French Quarter. Andrew was really laying it on thick. He had not taken a walk in the park with me since the day before we made love for the first time. Couldn’t just one day end this beautifully? Why did I have to be in pain? I hope it’s not my appendix…
    I lost my concentration and flipped off the television as the pain worsened. Stumbling to the bathroom, my hands groped through my medicine cabinet—unsuccessfully. No pain medicine. I had forgotten how debilitating menstrual cramps could be, since my pre-birth control days were far from the forefront of my memory. My mother-in-law told me I should meditate and exercise, but I found Yaz and over-the-counter pain medicines to be a much more effective combination.
    My doctor’s office line rang at least a dozen times before someone finally picked up. Forever later, she located my medical record.
    “My lower abdomen is killing me, and I’m terribly dizzy,” I explained. “It’s only going to get worse. Please give me something for the pain.”
    “But you’re not on birth control anymore, am I correct?” the nurse huffed, clearly bummed out to be working on the weekend. “Could you be pregnant?”
    “No, I’m not on the pill anymore, but I really don’t think I’m pregnant. I only stopped taking them recently. I remember these cramps …”
    “Are you taking any medication?”
    “I tried over the counter ibuprofen, but it’s like eating a sugar pill.” The pain was shooting through me in waves, and I drew my breath in sharply, fighting tears. “Can you get my doctor to prescribe me something else?”
    “Mrs. Cook, you need to take a pregnancy test first. Implantation pains can closely mimic menstrual cramps. Better safe than sorry.”
    I groaned dramatically. “That means I