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“Dad? It’s Selena. Again. I hope that if you’re listening to this, then you’re okay. Honestly, I’m not sure how many messages I can leave before your inbox is full so if this is the last one then it has to be the important one.”

Toying with the corner of one cushion, I glanced through the lounge door. Glimpses of Tyler, Bailey, Jay and Dae all flashed past the entrance to the kitchen and my heart skipped a beat.

“I nearly died. Andrés shot me, and I nearly died, Dad. But it’s okay because Andrés is going to jail. I survived and I’m going to put him away for a long time. You could help with that. The police, they think what you stole is really important, and with that stuff, you could help me create a watertight case. So you should come home. For me, if nothing else. They promised me you won’t get into trouble. You were a cop so only you know how true that is.”

I pressed my lips together and puffed out my cheeks.

“And… Dad? You’re going to be a Grandpa, so it would be really cool if you came home.”

29

SELENA

Tyler, Bailey, and Jay were extremely attentive in my recovery and in the week since I returned to their apartment, I was treated like a Princess.

I hadn’t heard from my father after that last call, so I decided that I wasn’t going to call anymore. I had done all I could to reach out to him and if he was incapable of returning my calls, or even caring, then there wasn’t much more I could do.

I threw myself into my recovery and even handed my notice in at both of my jobs. While both of my bosses had been informed of my assistance with an ongoing police investigation to explain my absence, both didn’t seem all that surprised that I wasn’t coming back. If I was taking anything away from this entire situation, it was that I deserved more from a job than being berated constantly because products were out of place or I didn’t sound obscenely happy when answering the phone.

That was a nice weight lifted from my shoulders.

I focused on eating well, doing light exercises, and spending as much time with Dae as possible. He was excited about his birthday even though it was still a few weeks out, and it was fun to soak up his excitement while reading, playing, or helping him with his homework. I wasn’t allowed to do anything too strenuous. Any time I even looked to be doing or lifting something I shouldn’t, one of my men would appear and take over with strict instructions to sit down and rest.

As someone who had grown up doing everything and taking care of a man-child father, it was strange being the one who was cared for. I enjoyed it immensely.

There was only one problem.

I had been shot just over three weeks ago and my recovery was smooth, but none of them had crossed the line to touch me despite my best efforts to get their attention. They kissed me, held me, and cared for me but any time I tried to initiate anything else, they would cool me down and tell me to wait until I was better.

By the middle of week four, I was beyond sexually frustrated and decided to take matters into my own hands.

“Are you ready?” I gazed down at Dae who rocked back and forth on his heels and clutched at the straps of his backpack.

He nodded quickly.

“You’ve got all your books?”

“Yep!”

“Packed your snack too?”

“Yup! Jelly sandwiches!”

“Oooo, lucky you,” I chuckled, ruffling his dark hair. “Well, you have a good day and when you come back we can finish watching Dinosaur Carnage 3. How does that sound?”

“Yay!” Dae ran forward and hugged my leg, then darted away to Jay who came hurrying down the stairs with a smile.

“I am running so late today,” he chuckled, flashing me a smile. He pressed a quick kiss to my cheek and scooped Dae up into his arms. “I’ll be back in an hour, promise!”

“Hurry back,” I smirked. Jay affectionately rolled his eyes and hurried out of the apartment.

Time to put my plan into action.

Tyler and Bailey were around here somewhere, so I headed to the lounge and swiftly stripped out of all my clothes. I paused to run my fingertips along the red surgery scar that now graced my abdomen, then up to the bullet scar just under my ribs. Memories that will mar my skin forever. Then I sent a quick text to Bailey and Tyler, telling them I was bored.

Dropping onto the couch, I settled amongst all the pillows and slid one hand down between my legs. I’d been turned on for what felt like days and while I’d taken care of myself in the shower, it just didn’t compare to the real thing. Closing my eyes, images of all three of my gorgeous boyfriends flashed into my mind. I held them there, picturing them in various states of undress while I slid my fingers through my wet folds and entered myself with two digits.

Moaning softly, my free hand drifted over my abdomen and up to my breasts, where I pinched my nipples into stiff peaks, and pleasure curled warm and familiar in my lower gut. In my mind, all three of my men kneeled before me, begging for a taste of my pussy, but I denied them in the same way they had denied me sex for the past few weeks.

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