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Each pore took a breath; they breathed him into my skin.

"Matt..." I sighed, giving up my control to him, letting my breasts remember the cup of his hand.

My nipples indulged in this suction of his wet, warm lips. And that tongue. Oh, it teased every inch of my body, alerting the hairs on my skin.

"Matt!" I cried, hugging him tighter against me so I could be in tune with the vibration of his breath, his pulse, his heartbeat, the heat of his skin, all of it. "Matt!" I gasped as he thrust inside me again, pulling out the longest, sweetest moan that left my body like a deep breath.

"I love you." He kissed my cheek, smiling and bringing me to my next peak, before joining me over the edge. "You're safe." He panted, wrapping his arms around me. I held him close until our racing hearts leveled out their beats.

Lowering me on my back, he surrendered me to Eric who dangled an onion ring over my face.

"Eat up." He smiles.

"I'm too tired to move." I groan.

"Hmmm." Eric nods. "Oh, so you want me to feed you. Just say it."

I grinned. "I'll eat." I turned on my side, propping my head up on my hand. "But I can't eat that right now."

"Why not?" he asked, sniffing it.

"Because...I can't kiss you with onion breath." I reddened, reaching for a slice of fruit.

"Lily." He leaned forward, an inch away from my mouth. "I'd kiss you even if you had donkey breath." He smirked before shoving the onion ring in my mouth and kissing the side of my face.

"Hey!" I pushed against his shoulder, though I sighed from the juicy, greasy, oniony ring. "I can't eat too much anyway, or I'll fall asleep." Or start to get gassy, I thought, about to put the rest of the onion ring away when he snatched it from my hand and chomped it down.

"What's wrong with that?" he asked, licking his fingers.

"What do you mean? We haven't fucked yet." I scooted closer to him.

He rolled his eyes. "That's alright. We have plenty of time for that. All that matters to me is that you got what you wanted, right?" Eric said.

"Yeah, right." I reached down to stroke him. "You're bricked up."

He groaned, but pulled my hand away. "And you're tired. That's okay. We don't have to do too much all at once. If you're tired, you're tired."

Behind us, the guys snored in varying degrees of loudness. Eric and I jumped, turning to look at them and back at each other before snickering.

"Damn, Matt knocked out fast." I covered my mouth.

"Yeah, we barely got enough sleep worrying about you. I doubt you got much sleep either.

So..." He handed me a container of Chinese food. "Let's eat, I'll put the rest of the food away and you sleep."

"If you insist." I sighed before shoveling the food into my stomach. I didn't stop there, asking for half the burger he was eating, until I was so stuffed, I couldn't move. "I shouldn't have eaten so much." A loud belch escaped me and I clamped my hands over my mouth.

He grinned. As he got up to carry the tray away, my smile faded away. Going from admiring his ass, my eyes settled on the bruising across his rib that had been hiding beneath the now shifted apron. My mind went wild with assumptions, but I got up to shower, brush my teeth and return to the room, delighted to find him still awake. Either way, I would have woken him up, because I needed to know what happened.

"What did you do when you found out my father was involved?" I asked, putting on the short pajama set Matt bought for me.

He scratched his head. "Honestly? We suspected him, but we weren't sure until you dropped that bombshell on us tonight. I don't understand though. We'd seen him earlier, before that video of you in the woods. Who was he working with?"

I shivered and grabbed my torso. "Some random guy. Wait, what do you mean? You visited Terry?"

Eric's cheeks grew deeper in color and he dropped his eyes from mine, busying himself with a wrinkle in the bedding. He's not anal about wrinkles, so he's hiding something.

"Tell me you didn't use violence." My heart dropped. I'd understand if they did, but I'd rather if they didn't. I wouldn't know how to handle being around violent men again. All my men are like individual diamonds you come across in a sea of rough. I know I'm safe with them. I don't want a reason to doubt that.

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