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"Jealous?" Ryan balked.

"Yes. That outburst was alarming. I was crying one minute and being frightened out of my wits' end the next. Honestly, couldn't you have saved that outburst?" I asked, trying to be understanding but growing indignant. "I need your support, not your insecurities."

His eyes dropped to my balled fists and his face slackened.

"You're right. I'm sorry. What was I thinking?" He swiped a hand over his face, but even as he moved in to hug me, his eyes were wide and his body was still as tense as wood.

Stroking his back and watching Ethan, Eric and Matt choose to shift their moods as if putting on a performance, I stiffened in his embrace.

"Unless that's not the reason why you were staring daggers at him?"

He rubbed my back, taking a deep breath that rocked my body. "Of course it is."

Kissing my cheek, he stroked my hair with one hand, the other still locked around me. I melted and softened into him. The hug persisted and I began to rub his back too.

"Are you sure? What's the matter?" I asked, suspicion molding into protectiveness as I held him.

"I think we're all still just afraid to lose you. And maybe that manifested itself through a show of jealousy," Matt said, walking toward us and giving me a kiss on the lips.

The kiss swept through my body like a wildfire. "You know that I'd never cheat on you, right? You don't ever have to worry about that. All of you, you're it for me. Nothing you do could ever make that untrue. I'm sorry if I made you doubt that."

Ryan groaned before pulling back to kiss me. His salty tears flavored my lips before he pulled away. "Where are you going?"

"I think I just need to lie down." He apologized. "Don't worry, I'll be okay. Besides, I don't want to be selfish. Matt and Ethan haven't gotten their time with you yet."

Still, I wasn't convinced. "Ryan..." I called after him.

"He'll be fine." Ethan pulled me toward him and just hugged me, with the same sort of desperation in it that Ryan did.

"Are you guys sure you're alright?" I asked.

"Yes. Don't worry about us. Focus on you." Matt moved in to offer comforting strokes across my back.

Eric moved in to press a kiss against my cheek. "Love you," he whispered. "But as Ryan said, we've been selfish. I'll leave you with Ethan and Matt."

With that he was gone, and Matt's fingers stroking my scalp and kissing my neck were giving me heat stroke. Ethan's strong body cloaking mine was everything.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you," I murmured when Ethan pulled away to cup my face.

"It's okay." He dipped to take my lips as Matt's hands moved over my hips.

"It's not," I groaned. "I value your opinion and your input."

Ethan's finger trailed down the side of my face, over my neck and shoulders. I doubted he was hearing a single word I was saying as he continued the trail over the curve of my breast. I gulped.

"And I want to open up to you. I will with time." I grabbed his face and forced his eyes to focus on me. "It'll just take time."

"I know." He nodded before kissing me again.

I couldn't help but think he was telling me to shut up and I wasn't even mad about it. I could have made a big deal about him dismissing my feelings, but I knew he wasn't. I didn't want to keep talking either as their touches and kisses wiped my mind clean of anything but lust.

Moaning into his lips, I squealed when Matt's hands gripped my ass. "I like the way these pajamas fit. They make your ass look amazing." He spoke of the light and clingy short shorts he bought for me.

"I agree. You did a good job picking these out," Ethan said, watching as my nipple pressed into the fabric. "Perfect without a bra."

Ethan bent his knees and sucked on my nipple through the soft material, nibbling on the swollen, tender flesh. Matt pulled my pajama bottoms all the way down to my ankles and I was panting as I stepped out of them.

Ethan's beard grazed my belly as he scrunched up the hem of my top and pulled it up to expose my skin. My straps fell down over my shoulders, the top was stretched out and my breasts poured over the top. I imagined myself as a vixen in one of those old romance novels being debauched, and I groaned with hunger.

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