Page 44 of Four Times Saved

The kitchen forced me to look up at its high ceilings and gawk at the natural wood finishes and sparkling appliances. The living room was a cloud of grand plush gray sofas for at least around ten people. It was complemented with red cushions, deep red curtains made from what I assumed was silk (I wouldn't know with my lack of class), big open windows and a fireplace; that area alone was as big as any house I'd lived in. It was a vacation house and for someone escaping something, it was perfect. This should have been healing for me. Yet, all I could focus on was what the man who had the nerve to call himself my father had put me through.

It wasn't about the luxury of the house; my men, who moved heaven and earth to rescue me, were inside it. That's what it was about. They thought I deserved this and more.

It was about the freedom I hoped I'd have again, but thought I'd lost when that asshole had a gun pointed at my head. I had what Terry Thornbread and his accomplice tried to steal from me: freedom, love, hope. And I knew my mother was safe. I'd see her soon. So, you know what? This was it. I was done focusing on Terry. He wouldn't steal another second of my life and joy.

"I'm being a bit of a spoiled ass, aren't I?" I let out a breath, letting my eyes take in their halos, as well as the hesitation on their faces.

Stepping back toward Eric, I took the hand he dropped from my face in mine. With the other hand, I smoothed out the lines of worry from his forehead. He sighed from my touch.

"Thank you all for loving me enough to not abandon me when I needed you most."

Mirroring his earlier gesture, I ran my thumb across the sharp of his beard and leaned in to kiss his cheek. Before I could pull away, however, he cupped mine and turned me toward him. His eyes were closed and his breath was easy as he moved in for my lips. I melted into him and he deepened the kiss, his breath becoming more hungry and desperate.

Panting, I pulled back. "Wait...I thought you didn't want to."

"Not want to? That's not why..." He searched my face with his darkened, glossy eyes.

His hands moved over my shoulder and I shivered, becoming more aware that I was wearing nothing but this short, white terry-cloth towel.

Behind me, heat wrapped around my back. A kiss on my neck sent my heart racing.

Ryan sighed. "You don't know how many times I played this moment over and over in my mind."

I noted how gentle their touches were, how unsure. "Then, what's stopping you?" I breathed.

"You're fragile." Ethan groaned, moving in to turn my lips toward him and brush them with a kiss.

"I'm not." I shook my head.

"You need some rest." Matt pulled my face in his direction.

I was breathless. "I don't. I need you."

With that, my towel fell away and my body was lit up by the kisses coming in from everywhere. Oh, fuck yes.

Letting my eyes fall shut, I gave into their hands, lips, beards, tongues...oh, it was so much, I could burst.

A hand moved up to squeeze my breast and I moaned into Matt's mouth before throwing my head back.

Ryan groaned, pulling me away from the spider web of arms and legs.

"I want you so bad." He rasped and his hand ran down the front of my body toward my clit.

"Oh, yes. Please. Ryan..." I breathed, sobbing his name. My legs trembled against him and my ass rubbed against his cock.

My eyes were squeezed shut as I held onto this wave of heart-stopping pleasure. His lips found my neck again and my lower belly wept. Writhing against him, I started to wail as his fingers picked up the sweet pace against my desperate clit. He walked me into the wall, pressing my face up against the cool of it. My sore, jutting nipples could scrape the paint off. I was eager as I spread my legs for him, my vagina dripping as he pressed up against me. My legs left the floor when he teased my hole with a bit of him, and slapped my ass with his powerful cock.

My mouth fell open. My tongue hung out. I was thirsty for more.

"Ryan, please." I begged, shutting my eyes as sweat poured from my pores.

He couldn't get enough of my body, tasting me all over, licking up the sweat from my neck to my spine, biting on my asscheeks and burying his face in my pussy.

"Oh, my, fuck." My hips buckled on first contact and I braced my hands against the solid wall. My body was water. Waves rushed against the current, up and down my spine, as he gripped my ass, spread my cheeks and buried his face deeper.

He stroked me with everything: his nose, his fucking lashes, his beard, his lips, all of it worked together with his tongue against my pussy and I cried.

"Yes. Yes! Please. Fuck, yes! Oh, fuck. I love you." The words left me in a deep, guttural wobble that I was too lost in ecstasy to be embarrassed about.

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