32. Katy
32
Katy
T his conversation is going in a completely different direction than I initially planned. I thought I would talk to Miller about my personal feelings, but hearing about their observations of Viktor falling for me sheds an entirely new light on things.
I probably wouldn’t have thought anything out of the ordinary, knowing Viktor asked about me after surgery. My protection was part of his job, and he felt like he failed because Shane got to me. But Miller said Tucker felt it was more. Was it?
“Which is why we’ve been keeping a close eye on things. Owen was his turning point.”
“Owen? What do you mean?”
“Vik was there for you when we couldn’t be.”
On the day of Owen’s birth, there was a structure fire in town at an apartment building just after midnight. Everyone was on nights, including Lincoln, who was filling in for a dispatching shift. I had no idea I was having contractions until my water broke, and everything happened so quickly. No one was answering their phones while Viktor was rushing me to the hospital. I still had three weeks to go and was completely fine when everyone left for work that evening.
When we finally made it to the hospital and were able to contact Axel, he couldn’t leave the ED. They were swamped with injuries from the fire, which explained why everyone else wasn’t answering. We didn’t know about the fire until he told us.
Tucker wasn’t answering his phone because he had broken up a fight earlier in the night at Midnight Moonshine, and his phone had gotten shattered in the process. It was a crazy series of events that led to Owen’s birth just being Viktor and me.
But I never felt alone. I knew Viktor was there, and I knew as soon as everyone else could, they’d be there for me.
He held my hand. He whispered words of encouragement when I thought I couldn’t push any longer. And despite the staff knowing that Viktor was only there for moral support, when the doctor asked if he wanted to cut the cord, I said yes before he had a chance to protest. Viktor had been there for me my entire pregnancy, and having him be a part of the birth felt right.
“He looked at you differently after that. There was more affection in his eyes. There was love in his eyes for Owen and adoration for you. Vik is an honorable man. His feelings for you are real. I have no doubt, and I hope you don’t either. Do you think he loves you?”
I do, and that’s the scary part.
“Yeah. I think he does.”
“Well, Cupcake. Does that answer whatever questions you needed answered today?”
“Shit, I think it does.”
Miller reaches over and tugs at one of my French braids. “I love when you wear your hair like Spencer. She does, too.”
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I fucking hate cramps. No one tells you after you have kids that they can get worse. My periods were always normal before I got pregnant. I love my little vagina trophy, but damn, did he do a number on my body.
I hoped that drinking some tea and reading a book would help calm my uterus, but she seems to be protesting violently tonight.
“Hey Pepper, Tucker needs to see me at the big house. Will you be okay for a bit, or do you want me to send Patrick over?”
“I’ll be okay. I’m heading to bed anyway.”
“If you’re sure? I’m just a phone call away.” I nod, and Viktor kisses my forehead. The alarm chimes as he sets it before he leaves, and the lock clicks behind him.
Owen’s asleep, the house is locked up, and I’ll deal with my mug in the morning. I’ll use my heating pad to hopefully calm my cramps before I try to get some sleep.
As I slip into bed, I open the bottom drawer of my nightstand to grab the heating pad. Sitting next to it in the drawer is my bright pink vibrator. I haven’t had a need to use it in a while, but the memory of an article I once read saying orgasms help with cramps flashes through my mind. At this point, I’m willing to try anything.
I peek at the baby monitor and see Owen is still sound asleep. I’m sure if Tucker wanted to personally see Viktor, then it’s more than just a phone call conversation, and he’ll probably be gone for a little while.
Why the hell not?
Pulling the vibrator out of the drawer, I settle myself on my back and relax my legs. I know it’s fully charged because it was still plugged in through the hole in the back of the drawer. That was the best tip Blake ever shared with me, and Axel giggled the entire time he drilled it because he knew exactly what it was for but didn’t question it.
There are a few different vibrators in the drawer, but this one is my favorite because it’s simple and basic. When I want a quick orgasm, this is my go-to. It’s a little bigger than a bullet, and instead of the tip being completely rounded, half is flat.
My breasts are sensitive because of my period, and I don’t really feel like cleaning up a mess, so I go right to the source. The initial shock of the vibrations always makes me gasp, but it must be extra powerful because it’s fully charged. My stomach muscles constrict as my body gets used to the sensation. I slowly rub the vibrator up and down over my clit and feel my body relax as it does its job. My triangle piercing makes everything feel more intense.
As my body begins to heat with my impending orgasm, I turn the speed up and gently graze my nipples for the extra stimulation. I try to stay quiet despite Owen being on the other side of the house. When my orgasm finally crashes into me, it’s hard, and every part of my body tingles.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth.
I’m panting by the time I pull the vibrator out of my shorts and flop my arm on the bed. My eyes are closed, but the room around me spins.
So strange . It almost feels like I’ve been drinking. I roll over to put my toy back in the drawer; I’ll take care of cleaning that tomorrow. My cramps have settled, but my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth from all the panting. I need water.
As I sit up and place my feet on the floor, the room spins faster. I brace my hands on my knees so I don’t fall over and take several breaths.
What the hell? Am I suddenly coming down with something?
I manage to stand, but as I’m walking to the bathroom, my body keeps tipping left. The counter holds me up when I finally make it to the sink and drink down some water. My mouth is no longer dry, but now it’s filled with extra saliva, and my stomach turns.
First, I’m dizzy, and now I feel like I’m going to throw up. What the hell is going on?
I stand in the bathroom, hoping the nausea and dizziness goes away soon. I left my phone in the bedroom, so I can’t call Viktor. What could this be?
The tea? No, I drink it all the time.
My period? I’ve never had anything like this before.
What did I do differently?
The masturbating? Did I orgasm myself into this?
Fuck .
I slowly walk back to the bedroom and grab my phone. Opening the search bar, I type, “Why am I dizzy after an orgasm?”
Okay. It appears it’s not uncommon. Causes could be: lack of oxygen from rapid breathing, increased blood pressure, elevated heart rate. All of those can cause vertigo. The nausea is also a symptom of the dizziness.
The internet recommends hydration, rest, and eating a banana. I already hydrated. I have bananas in the kitchen. I cautiously stand. It’s been several minutes but the room still spins around me. Was it because my vibrator was fully charged? This is wild.
I’m making my way toward the kitchen, stumbling as I go, when I hear the door unlock. Viktor resets the alarm before he sees me frozen in the living room.
“Pepper. I thought you were going to bed?”
I can’t stand still any longer. It feels like the floor is trying to topple me over, and that’s what I almost do, but I manage to stop myself from falling by gripping the arm of the couch.
Viktor is at my side before I even see him move.
“Katy, what’s wrong?” He’s holding me up, but my body still sways in his arms.
“Need to sit.”
“What’s wrong? Talk to me. What happened?” He sweeps me up in his arms bridal-style, which only heightens the dizziness.
“Sit. Please sit.” The nausea is coming back from all the sudden movement.
Viktor listens and sits on the couch, holding me tightly in his arms. His eyes are darting all over the room, looking for danger or the cause of my outward symptoms.
“Dizzy.”
“You’re dizzy?”
I nod into his chest, and his body relaxes a fraction. I don’t know if it’s better or worse with my eyes closed, but I feel exhausted, and it’s hard to keep them open.
“Katy. I need you to talk to me, Pepper. You’re worrying me.”
I’m trying to take deep, steady breaths, which is making it hard to talk. The breathing is helping my body regulate.
“Cramps.”
“You have cramps? Are you on your period?”
“Yes. I…used my vibrator. Orgasm…was hard. Dizzy. Nauseous.” I begin to giggle because saying the words out loud sounds absolutely ridiculous.
“Katy, I’m confused.”
“I masturbated myself into a vertigo spell.” My little giggle turns into a full-blown laugh, and I can tell Viktor is still confused.
“Pepper?”
I take several calming breaths, my laughter subsiding, and my dizziness seems to be leaving with it.
“I’m sorry, Viktor. Okay, so…I was having cramps, and I read once that an orgasm can help make them go away. I figured, why the hell not? But somehow, I orgasmed so hard I gave myself vertigo. You found me stumbling my way to the kitchen because the internet said a banana could help.”
Viktor glances at the island where a bowl of fruit sits. He stands with me in his arms and brings us to the bowl, motioning with his chin for me to take a banana. I grab it, and we turn back to the bedroom. Viktor stops at the side of the bed and toes off his shoes. He carefully climbs onto the bed and sits against the beadboard, positioning me between his legs so my back rests on his chest.
“Eat.”
“Viktor?”
“I need a moment. Eat, Pepper.”
There’s an edge to his voice, and it worries me. I open the banana and eat it. I already feel better. The spell only lasted about ten minutes, but I’ve never had anything like that happen to me before. Viktor gently massages my shoulder while I eat, and I allow him time to process.
“So you’re okay? How are you feeling now?”
I place the banana peel on the nightstand and turn to face him.
“I’m completely fine. It was a weird fluke. I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“I’m man enough to admit you fucking scared me, Pepper. I left you here alone, and when I saw you stumble, I just…”
I see the fear flash in his eyes, and I feel guilty that I put that feeling there.
“I promise I’m alright.” I crawl into his lap and straddle his thighs. Bringing his hands to my hips, I squeeze them around me. “I’m all good.”
Viktor’s hands move to the front of my body and cup my abdomen. “Do you still have cramps? Do you need more help?”
I watch as the fear in his eyes turns to lust. His thumbs brush across my pubic bones, and my body lights up.
“I-I’m good right now.” Viktor’s lips trail along the bottom of my jaw, and I tilt my neck to give him better access. “I think I have PTSD for the moment.”
“Okay.”
He removes his lips, and I want to tell him to continue, but I won’t. My body may be telling me I want this, but my mind knows I can’t handle it right now.
Viktor reaches up and grabs my chin. “Next time you need an orgasm, you come to me. Got it?”
“But I’m on my period?”
“Pepper, I was man enough to admit I was scared, and I’m man enough to tell you I don’t give a fuck about your period.”
“But—”
“I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck. And if I thought you could handle it, I’d show you right now, but you need to rest.”
He kisses my forehead and lifts me from his lap. I watch as he stands and strips down to his boxers. My eyes linger on his bulge, only a few feet in front of me.
“Put your tongue back in your mouth and move over. It’s time to sleep.”
I huff and reluctantly roll as he crawls in behind me and cocoons me.