Page 87 of Hide and Keep

“No.” I shake my head. I’ve heard enough. Two fingers?Inher pussy?

“No what?”

“None of that sounds right. He shouldn’t be fingering you.”

“He’s not. He’s checking my organs for changes.”

“I don’t care. Your organ doctor can do that.”

“The vagina is an organ.”

I knew that.

Kind of.

“Just… You need a female gyna…whatever.”

“Gynecologist. And I can’t.” She returns her attention to the pickled cucumbers. “My father won’t let me go to another one. He knew Dr. Robbins from school. Says he’s the best.”

“That’s…” Twisted as fuck. “Also, no.” A bigger no. A huge no. I don’t like any of what she just said. Or the sweat gathering on my back. What the fuck is happening to me? Am I having an allergic reaction or something?

It’s just this applicator is going to be inside her pussy but right now it’s in my hands and—

“Fuck.” The box slips from my slick grasp as I struggle to keep hold of it.

Why did I put those instant potatoes in her bath?

Ever half-twists to face me, deadpanning, “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” I grit through clenched teeth, finally getting a good grip on the now damaged package.

After picking out an obnoxious-sized jar of pickles, along with a strawberry rhubarb pie, we head to a park along the Connecticut River. Both times we exit the car, I put Ever’s shoes back on for her. I don’t look anywhere near her plaid skirt either time though, focusing all my energy on the task at hand.

Twice, I catch my eyes wandering up to her ankles but stop myself from going any higher because I know if those toned thighs come into view, I won’t be able to stop at all.

She’s sick right now. Or her…pussy is.

My hand’s no bottle brush but I’d let her use it like one.

What the fuck? What’s wrong with me thinking that kind of shit? She’s my protectee.

I drop her leg without warning and she lets it fall, no effort to catch her weight whatsoever, so her heel lands on the ground between my feet, nearly impaling me again.

Fuck, that was close.

“You should be more careful, Major,” she tsks while getting out.

Holding the door tightly so I don’t “accidentally” let it shut on her, I glance around at the other people heading toward a gazebo with a banner on it.

“That’s your squad?” I ask without looking away. I was half-expecting everyone to be in their cheerleader uniforms, but they all look like they just rolled out of bed. Everyone’s in sweats and has messy hair. There’s not an ounce of makeup to be seen.

Until Ever steps forward.

“Team, yeah,” she says, her tone holding a healthy dose of pride.

“Hey, Zero.” A girl breezes by and knocks Ever’s shoulder, causing her to teeter on her high heels in the grass.

Automatically, I reach out to steady Ever. She doesn’t need it though as she’s already diving into some drawn-out handshake that isn’t limited to just hands with the girl. They’re kissing cheeks, bumping hips, tapping the sides of their feet. At the end, they even hug each other.

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