Prisoner and Together: All of You series complete set by Melissa Silvey Page B

on my fingers.  I place my hands over my face, and inhale deeply. 
    When I see her again, I’m going to spend an hour just looking at and playing with her tits. 
    If…
    If I see her again.
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Lani
     
    “Vaden, wake up.  Jesus, was he that good?”  It’s Sammy, returning from rec time.  Damn, it’s almost dinner.  I slept through lunch, and my stomach growls to remind me.  I roll over, and groan loudly.  My head is killing me.  I feel like I drank all night.
    “He was pretty fucking awesome,” I say, then regret it.  The voice in the other cell might hear.  I don’t know why I don’t want her to hear, but I know I don’t.
    “When I spent the night with Lucius, we did it twice.  In one night.  Can you believe that?”  Sammy asks excitedly.
    “Unbelievable,” I reply.  “Really, I can’t believe that.  Twice huh?”  I have to pee, and using the bathroom with Sammy in the room is still the worst part about being in jail.  And peeing while grimacing will make it that much worse.
    I try really hard not to show any discomfort, but of course she notices, and comments loudly, “Hey, did he give you an STD?”
    “God, I hope not,” I state, but I can’t know for sure.  Now that Sammy’s mentioned it, I can’t stop thinking about it.  And then there’s the fact that babies come from unprotected sex too, and I do not need one of those.  The last thing I want is a baby with the prisoner I had a one night stand with.
    When the doors are opened up for dinner, I stop by the guard station.  Hughes is there.  Although I don’t like her, and I don’t like the position she put me in, she is familiar, and she knows what happened last night.  “Hughes, is there any way I can get a morning after pill, or something?”
    “I’ll take you to the nurse after dinner, and we’ll see what we can do.”  Hughes doesn’t seem nearly as pissy as she usually does.  Is it because I didn’t freak out, like I’m sure Addison did?  Maybe it’s because I didn’t say anything to Doctor Dad.  I don’t know.  I head to dinner like everyone else, and then Hughes takes me to the door labeled Medical. 
    A nurse inside doesn’t question me.  She has two paper cups in front of her, and a cup of water.  Hughes must have already warned her about what I needed.  One she hands to me, and says, “This is the Plan B pill.”  I look down into the cup, and for a second I think about not taking it.  Then I put it in my mouth, and swallow.  I take a drink of the water.  “This is a set of antibiotics.  I’ll give you another after dinner tomorrow.”  I don’t have to think about taking those.  I swallow them, then finish off the water.
    “He was given protection,” the nurse states.  “Next time, tell him to use it.  I can’t give you another morning after pill next week.  Have you thought about the birth control pill?”
    “We did it more than once.  And I’m allergic to the pill,” I say shyly.
    Why am I suddenly shy about sex?  Actually, I don’t talk about it, I just do it.  I don’t even talk about it with my doctor.  I haven’t needed the pill.  I haven’t had a relationship with a man for two years, until I started sleeping with Barrett three months ago.  And when we have sex, he wears a condom.  God, has it only been three months that I’ve been fucking Barrett and I’m already bored?  And, I mean, after sex with Tony, going back to the boring affair with Barrett probably isn’t going to happen.  I’ll have to find a huge professional wrestler type with a big dick, who likes to fuck all night and give multiple orgasms.  I mean, shouldn’t be hard, right?
    “He was given two condoms,” the nurse says.  “I think he was given two.”
    “We did it more than twice,” I inform her, and I frown.  Why the fuck is she judging me?  She’s condoning rape, just like everyone else in this facility.  Then I close my eyes, and remember Sammy