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"She is a nurse, guys..." Ethan reminded us. "She knows what she's talking about. Come..." He got up and moved over to the sofa, pulling it open. She jumped and giggled a little when it unfolded into a bed. "It's not a long flight anyway. You must be exhausted."

I took a deep breath. So what if Ethan was pulling out the stops and all I could offer her was a hug? It was good to see her smiling despite the scared little creature still hiding out behind her eyes. She was the one that mattered and as she stretched out on the bed like a cat, I realized how stupid I'd been acting. How I screwed my face up as Eric and Matt got to be the ones to hold her hands on the way out of the hospital and shielded her from the insensitive news reporters. Or how I burned, waiting for my turn to hold her in my arms as I'd dreamed of doing ever since she went missing.

It's hard sharing a woman, but what's worse is not having her, thinking that she might have died, knowing what she might have suffered, and not being able to do anything about it. I can't take her experience away from her. That's the worst part and why nothing I do will ever feel good enough, because I couldn't prevent her suffering.

But, she's here now. Lily's safe. She wants all of us around her. And there's enough of her to go around, as fragile as she may be.

She opened one eye and regarded us all staring at her. "So, are you guys going to join me on the bed, or are you going to just sit there, staring at me like zombies?"

Eric cleared his throat.

"What?" she said. "This bed is bigger than my bed back at home. I mean, at that house. Do I even have a home anymore?"

"What kind of question is that?" Matt was the first one to join her on the bed, and I stopped wrestling with myself and lay down next to her.

"It's just that I don't want to go back to that house. In fact... will you guys collect my mother for me? I don't want to step foot in that house ever again if I don't have to." She shivered, and I couldn't help but move in closer to wrap my arms around her. She sighed into me, and it was heaven on earth.

"About that." Ethan stalled.

Eric looked from Ethan to Lily and sighed. "The police wouldn't let them take her home. Up until today, they thought we had something to do with you going missing."

"What?" She balked. "Where is she?" Her pulse fired up and thumped hard through her back as I held her against my chest.

"Relax, babe." Matt ran his hand through her hair. "They agreed to let her stay at The Women's Shelter. They're excited to see you."

"Oh." Her body softened. Lily braced her head on her hand and studied all of us. "That must have been so difficult for all of you," she said and stroked Matt's hand with a feather touch of her fingers.

My eyes creased. What was happening here?

"Hard for us?" Matt exhaled. "Compared to what you went through..."

"Can we not talk about that?" She wrapped her hand around his wrist and pulled him closer. "Just lie down next to me, please."

Matt smiled. "Anything you want, Lils." He brought her hand to his lips before laying into her and placing a kiss on her forehead. She sighed, but she was still up to something, I suspected.

She turned her attention to Ethan and Eric. "What are you waiting for?"

Ethan grinned and sat at the edge of the fold-out bed, taking her feet into his lap. When he began to massage them, she moaned and started rubbing them up against him, into the crotch of his pants.

"What are you doing?" He rasped and gripped her feet, pausing their pursuit. My cheeks heated.

"Nothing," she feigned.

Lily turned to look at Eric in the reclined seat observing us and exhaled. "You know, one of the only things that kept me going when I closed my eyes and tried to think of my happy place?"

"What's that?" He smiled at her, a twinkle in his eyes.

"The memory of you all in my bed," she breathed, and I hardened.

Okay, this was the part I didn't mind sharing. I'm an open bisexual man, after all. I couldn't deny that watching hot men fuck my sexy woman got my blood so hot and pounding, I could have a fucking aneurysm. She's such a freak, and I love it. I love watching her get off to the sight of me fucking Matt and diving into her pussy straight after she's cum all over herself. Or after Ethan has coated her insides with his seed.

She's always so hot and slick inside, I grow harder and tighter, needing her depths to ease my ache. I don't know how she does it, but she's always tight as fuck right after, or maybe I just swell from the desire of her, filling her hole until it's snug. I even love it after, when Eric gets to her. He likes it when she's all fucked out and limp, yet unable to resist him. Cursing herself for wanting more.

Fuck, it's sexy falling asleep to the sound of her whimpers and pleas, and his encouraging grunts as he takes them to the edge together. No wonder we couldn't get enough of her before. I'd fall asleep, only to wake up an hour after their session snuck into my dreams, leaving me ravenous for more.

But, this is not the time or the place, I reminded myself as I made a conscious effort not to rest my arm up against her breasts, and to pull my hips away from her scooting ass.

We were all speechless. Desire was running rampant within all of us. Ethan's hard cock bulged against his crotch. Eric's pupils had devoured his irises. Matt's lips were plumper, his skin redder. We all looked at each other. This isn't appropriate for a woman going through such recent trauma, is it?

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