Page 53 of Sergeant O'
Fuck.
Now I was picturing her in said garments.
Between that and her soft touch and the smell of her hair, my dick jumped.
I immediately tried to recall last night’s baseball scores I’d read about in the lobby over coffee. When that didn’t work, I thought about the time I walked in on my grandparents having sex when I was twelve.
That did the trick.
“I know,” she said as she inspected my incision. “It’s weird not seeing you in uniform.”
“I’m looking forward to ten whole days without having to wear my Kevlar vest.”
She glanced up with a slight smile. “I imagine that can get pretty uncomfortable, especially when it’s hot out.”
“I soak through plenty of t-shirts and use a lot of diaper rash cream in the summer. Although the cream hasn’t been working very well lately.”
“You should use Monistat 7.”
My brows shot up. “Isn’t that for ladies and their… private parts?”
She laughed as she placed a bandage on my leg. “It’s for vaginal yeast infections, yes. But it’s an antifungal medication, which would probably help you. All that moisture getting trapped against your skin is a breeding ground for yeast andfungus. It would be much more effective than diaper rash cream.”
Ick, yeast and fungus.
All signs of my erection were now gone.
“Thanks. I’ll look into getting some.”
With a laugh, she replied, “No, you won’t. There’s no way you’ll go to the store and buy that.”
“You’re absolutely right. There’s not a chance in hell I’d risk someone seeing me buying vagina cream, but that’s what online shopping is for.”
The corner of her mouth lifted, and she teased, “Is that how you get your condoms?”
I huffed out a laugh. “I can’t remember the last time I bought condoms.”
“You get ’em in bulk, huh?”
“No. Just a regular ol’ six pack. And I’m pretty sure the last one I bought is still unopened and probably expired.”
She scoffed, “I find that hard to believe.”
I felt my brows knit.
“You do? Why?”
“You’re what, twenty-nine?”
“I’ve got a few months before my birthday, but almost.”
“Fine, twenty-eight. Even more to my point. You’re young, single, and probably one of Haven Springs most eligible bachelors. You mean to tell me that you aren’t having sex on a regular basis?”
“No. It’s not something I’m thrilled about, mind you. But you know how much I work, so I don’t have time to go out of town. And I’m sure as hell not hooking up with anyone in Haven Springs. That shit would be all over the gossip hotline before I even put my pants back on.”
“After our little PDA stunt at the bank yesterday, I thought you didn’t care about the rumor mill.”
The memory of how soft her lips felt against mine came flooding back to me.
