29. Cooper
29
Cooper
“ K atrinia!” I scream making quick work of unlocking the cuffs as her hands fall limp to the pillow above her head.
“Trinia, baby. Wake up.” Shaking her I lightly slap her face and she groans.
Rolling her head over to look at me, her eyes slowly open. I let out a rough sigh of relief as my heart continues to rage against the walls of my chest.
I hold her against me as a sated grin pulls at her lips and she whispers my name.
“Oh my god, baby. You scared me.” I rasp as I pet her dark silky hair.
Her hand comes up and gently touches my cheek before I haul her up from the bed and carry her into the bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the tub, with her in my arms, I reach over and turn the faucet. As the tub fills I lay Trinia across my lap not wanting to forget one thing.
“You did so well. Take a deep breath for me and relax.” I encourage her as I pull out the small bejeweled plug from her ass.
She whimpers at the alleviation and crawls into the steaming water. I go ahead add some bubbles and oils before I slip in behind her. Trinia nuzzles against my neck as I clip up her hair before cradling her against me and settling her between my legs.
Tilting my head back to look at the clock on my nightstand and notice we have to leave for the airport in two hours.
“How do you feel, dorogoy?” I’m more than a little anxious that she hasn’t spoken more than a word since she passed out.
Her arms come up and wrap around my neck as she twists in my lap. Her soft lips meet mine and I grab her face to deepen our kiss before resting my forehead on hers.
“I feel amazing, Cooper.” She whispers and the tightness in my chest eases a fraction.
“I was so worried about you. I thought I could have hurt you.” I kiss her again and in place of desperation is relief. Relief that she is in my arms, as she shakes her head against my lips.
“I love you so much. Sometimes I just feel like my heart can’t take it.” Her words are spoken with so much truth I can’t help but believe her.
After the water began to grow cold and the bubbles popped we moved from the bath to the shower to rinse off before our flight.
Driving into the city the airport is less than an hour away from Salem, even with traffic. Once we park we grab our bags and head inside. I upgraded our tickets and registered Trinia for TSA pre-check. So before too long we were wheels up, sipping champagne and reclining in first class.
Trinia is asleep next to me, with her little devil horn sleep mask covering her icy blue eyes. I watch as she breathes, lips slightly parted, and look up on my phone what could have made her pass out.
People always say ‘don’t google your symptoms’ but I don’t keep a cardiologist in my back pocket. All I have is a smartphone.
Thinking back, trying to remember any commonalities I recall that I made her squirt as she came both times. I type that into my phone’s search bar and start reading through the results.
A lot of the possibilities show situational loss of air or low blood pressure like when you overexert yourself or stand up too fast but there are also a few more severe disorders that keep popping up.
Regardless, I want Trin checked out. I want every single scan and test available done to her body to ensure she is perfect and remains that way for as long as possible. If she is sick or if there is something going on that I, or maybe even she, doesn’t know about yet I want it checked sooner rather than later.
I shoot off an email to my doctors office and ask them to book us in as soon as possible for after we get back.
Closing my phone I order a whiskey from the flight attendant and place a hand over Trinia’s as she begins to stir.
“We’re almost there,” I whisper, rubbing my thumb over the back of her hand. The smoothness of her skin is soothing to my now wrecked nerves. Googling didn’t do anything but make me think even more that this trip to Vegas was a bad idea.
* * *
An hour later we land at Harry Reid International Airport. I reach up and grab our carry on bags as we make our way off the plane and into the warm dry desert heat.
Trinia closes her eyes, stretches her arms up above her head and smiles outside the gates before climbing into the back seat of the awaiting ride share.
“I forgot what not freezing felt like.” She laughs as she pushes the button down for the window and lets the breeze blow through her hair. Watching her watch the people on the STRIP I place a hand on her thigh and smile.
Maybe this weekend won’t be so bad if she is this happy.