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"It's just that...if I've been asleep for two weeks, I doubt I smell very good. So, one of y'all better show me to the bathroom. I'm dying for a shower." For the first time, I glanced at myself in the mirror in the far corner of the wide room and I wished I hadn't. "Oh no. My hair!" I grabbed it running my hand through the greasy strands plastered to my head. "I look terrible." Gently, I pushed at Ethan to move out of the way so I could get to the bathroom as soon as possible.

"Hey, hey! Steady." He placed his hands on my waist as I stood up in a rush. The rest of the guys surrounded me like I was going to shatter like glass any second now. I was a bit dizzy, I'd admit, but it was nothing for them to be treating me like I was fragile.

"Will one of you show me to the bathroom before I crawl into a hole and hide?! I look awful." I gasped, pulling at this nightgown. Where did they get this nightgown from? My mother's closet?

They grinned.

"You're beautiful," Eric reassured me.

"Hardly screaming 'sex' though, am I?" I asked, irritated that we weren't on our way to the bathroom.

"You're always sexy." Ryan deepened his voice, and I almost believed he wasn't lying to me, especially when he gave me a gentle slap on the ass. Oh, that wasn't enough. He awakened a burning hunger in me, and I was ready for more. After all, it had been weeks.

When they started walking, I breathed a sigh of relief. We didn't have to leave the bedroom for the grand master bathroom. Again, my mouth dropped.

"Would you like me to run you a bath? Or would you rather the shower? Of course not, that's a stupid question. I'll run you a bath, so you can rest your legs." Eric hurried off toward the bathtub.

"I've been resting for two weeks," I said, already stepping out of my clothes, anxious to get clean. And even a little dirty after.

"Lily." Ryan hissed as my nightgown fell to the floor.

"Besides, that shower looks big enough for five," I purred, walking out ahead of them and pulling open the glass shower doors. Turning on the faucet, I sighed when the water drenched my hair and body. They all stared at me bug-eyed. "What are you waiting for? I'll need someone in here after all, I don't want to slip and fall." I teased. "I'll need someone else to wash my back." Smiling, I soaped my rag and started moving it over my body.

Matt cleared his throat. "You're not ready. The nurse will have to check up on you."

I slipped the rag through the valley of my breasts, down my belly and between my legs. "Just be gentle with me."

Ethan was fully bricked up, and I locked eyes with him. "I should leave," he said.

I rolled my eyes at him and locked eyes with Eric. He shook his head, sauntering over to the shower and leaning into the glass. "You need to behave," he grinned.

"Come on. If I get tired, there's even a bench." I pointed at the curved shower seat. It was like a bench in a locker room, it was so huge. "Although, I'd much rather sit on your lap." I gasped as the fibers of the rag brushed over my hardening clit. His eyes darkened. We looked at each other for a few seconds, both daring the other, before he swore, pulling off his white T-shirt and slipping out of his black sweatpants and underwear in one swoop.

My heart kicked up at the sight of his hard body. "Yes," I panted when he lifted me off the floor. He held me for a moment, kissing my neck slowly, until I was slick with heat. I closed my eyes at the sparks shooting off inside my body, at how Eric's wet body slipped against mine. Before long, my eyes opened from the lips, arms, and warmth of my other men surrounding me. Ethan's thick, long dick slapped my back. Another cock rested against one ass cheek. Eric pressed up against my entrance and another cock poked my leg, all while their tongues lapped at the water on my skin.

I moaned, on the verge of an orgasm before either of them entered me.

An old creaking sound caught my attention and my heart dropped. "What's that?!" I looked around in a rush.

"What's what?" Eric smiled, but I was frozen now.

Footsteps moved closer and all my men began to blend into one blurry vision.

"You don't hear that?" I gripped them harder, but the harder I gripped, the more the image of them faded away.

No! Wait! Where are you going? Come back! Footsteps echoed against metal and the lights in the house flickered into darkness.

"Guys? Guys?!" My voice wobbled as it became clear to me that I was on my own with whoever was coming closer. I'd like to run away, but my legs didn't work. My head pounded and dust clogged my nose. Opening my heavy eyes, I saw two shadowy figures and their words were clear as day.

"If we don't get her to a hospital, she's going to bleed out from that wound, and she's going to die." One of the shadows argued. Were they talking about me?

"She'll be fine." The other voice dismissed the first speaker.

"No, she ain't! I knew this was a bad idea. Not only are we guilty of kidnapping, but we're going down for murder." That voice was familiar. "I shouldn't have let you talk me into this. I don't like the tramp, but I ain't never killed nobody before."

"Will you stop overreacting?!" A slap followed and I was tempted to ask them if they could keep the noise down, my head was killing me.

"I'm not overreacting. Look at her! She's pale as hell and muttering to herself. Her head's infected. Even I know that. She has to get to the hospital." The voice became clearer to me. It was one that had served to haunt me for years.

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