Page 55 of Lani

“Etta and I wanted to live so bad. We wanted to be happy and we fought for that, but she doesn’t want to fight at all.” I can see how bad she’s hurting.

“I am so sorry, Lynn, but you can’t change the way she feels. This is something she is going to have to work out on her own. It’s been a little over a week. It’s still so raw for her,” I point out.

I pull her to me and hold her as she cries. Sometimes I forget that she’s sixteen years old and that Etta is just eighteen, because they are so mature.

I have to remind myself that they’re teenagers. I want them to be teenagers. To hang out with friends, go out on dates if they are wanting to do that, just enjoy life. Maybe this is too hard for them.

“Lynn, maybe you should take a break for a bit. Remember, you’re still recovering also, maybe take a mental break from her for a bit?” I suggest.

She wipes her eyes and sits up. “I think that’s a good idea, I love Abigail so much as my friend, but she has been mean to me and I want to stay away from her for a little bit. She told me earlier that it was all my fault that this happening to her, that I ripped her from that life.”

I gasp in shock that someone would dare accuse her of that, “No, sweetheart, she is just angry that all of this happened to her. She is just trying to blame anyone and everyone for her pain.” I push her hair behind her ear, taking her hand. “You helped save her from that life. You are not to blame. She should thank you for saving her. She is not a good friend. She’s hurting, yes, but that’s not on you, honey.”

“She's right, Lynn, she was mean before she even left there. She tried to talk down to you before, remember? She bullied you,” Vinny says.

Lynn lets out a deep breath. “Yeah, that’s true. When I do go back, I’m going to stay away from her unless she apologizes and changes her attitude. Maybe we should tell her therapist of her attitude so she can help her?”

“I’ll do that for you, Lynn, just stay in and relax. Why don’t you bring Michaela over tomorrow? We can watch her for you so you can just sleep in.”

“Let her sleep in my room tonight and I’ll bring her over so you won’t have to get up.” Etta volunteers.

“Thank you both so much,” Lynn thanks all of us.

“Want me to lay her down?” Vinny asks, and I see Michaela is out.

Etta motions for him to follow her into her room. I hug Lynn once more. “Sleep good, sweetheart.”

I walk outside on the porch with Trey to wait on Vinny. Trey backs me up against the wall, cupping my face. “I’m going to kiss you.”

He presses his lips against mine. I moan and stand up on the tips of my toes, deepening the kiss.

His hands drift down to my ass, squeezing. His lips skim from mine to my neck, and I moan and tilt my head to the side.

“Starting the party without me?” Vinny interrupts, and we laugh. Trey fixes my clothes because my boob is half out of my shirt.

“I wonder where Danny is. He may be in the house.” Vinny takes the lead, walking to the main house.

Vinny opens the door to the house and it’s completely dark inside. “That’s fucking weird. Why is his truck here but not him?”

“Last one in the pool is a loser!” I run past them and out to the back, taking off my clothes as I go.

I can hear them running fast behind me, trying to catch up. I peek back and see them right behind me, taking off their shirts.

I slip my panties off and jump into the heated pool. I turn my full attention to the guys. “Take them off slowly.”

Trey unbuttons Vinny’s pants slowly, dragging them down his thick thighs. He bends down, getting on his knees. “Someone is hard for me.” Trey flashes that sexy grin, rubbing Vinny’s dick through his boxers.

He pulls down the rest of Vinny’s clothes oh so slowly. I’m fucking dripping I’m so turned on. I love watching them together.

Vinny helps undress Trey. He takes extra care rubbing and kissing him.

They walk into the pool, looking way too good. I need them to fill me up. I need them so bad right now.

Trey pulls me over, sandwiching me between them. “Touch her pussy, Vinny, feel how wet she is for us.”

Vinny slips his hands between my legs, his finger drifting through my folds. “Ahh.” I lean my head down and rest it against Trey’s chest.

“She’s soaked.”

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