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Filling her over and over.Fuck!This is the hardest I’ve ever come.I pull back and slam in again, letting the last drops empty into her pussy, but I’m still not satisfied.

It wasn’t the same. I need to get her outside.

Holding her tightly, I look to the door, ready to say fuck the snow, fuck the cold. I move to pick her up, but Kevin’s sharp voice halts me. “No.” One word and I know I’m pushing her too far.

I let my still hard cock slip from her body and feel an ounce of shame for the way she collapses into my best friend’s arms. Pushing her hair away from her face, he asks, “Are you doing okay?”

“Sí,” she murmurs, and when she repeats herself, I feel relief.

Tate’s head tilts back to look up at me. “Go grab her some water or juice or something.”

Nodding once, I spin on my heel, not caring that I’m butt ass naked, my cock dripping our mixed fluids as I run down to the kitchen. I grab a bottle of orange juice and bring it back to the room. They have her back in the bed, and Richard is leaning against the wall now. He must have heard me fucking her and came to investigate.

His eyes follow me as I pass through the room, then crawl onto the bed next to her. Handing her the bottle of juice, I wait until she drinks half of it, then gives it back. I set it on the side table, then curl my body next to her.

Pressing a kiss to her temple, I ask, “Did I hurt you?”

Her hand pats my arm and a lazy smile spreads across her face. “You didn’t. But I need sleep,pendejo.”

With a chuckle, I lay my head on her stomach and let the rise and fall from her breathing send me back to sleep.

When I blink my eyes open, I turn my head and see that Miriam is still passed the fuck out. Everyone else is gone from the room, so I try my best to not wake her as I slip from the room after I tug some pants on. I follow the voices to Richard’s office and am surprised to find them in a standoff.

“You can’t get attached,” Richard snaps out, glaring at Tate.

As I walk over to Kevin, I ask the room, “What’s going on?” but no one answers me.

Tate is furious, seething at Richard. “I can’t? Since when wasthatwritten in your fucking contract?”

“Guys, it’s done. Our time is up. They cleared roads this morning.” Kevin’s turned into his captain persona, attempting to interject some authority over us.

“Whatis going on?” I yell out. Finally, they turn to me, and Richard answers.

He drags his fingers through his hair, sitting down behind his desk. “It’s Monday. We need to get back to the real world. It’s time to go.”

“Let’s keep her here another few days. Ez didn’t even get his chase,” Tate begs, looking to me for support. I agree full-heartedly. Nodding quickly, I’m about to agree, but Richard’s dick response only serves to bring me up short.

“He’ll survive. Someone just fucking pay her, please. I need to pack and head out.”

Sighing, Kevin shoves his hand through his hair. “I’ve got the $25,000 we were giving to Victoria. I’ll take Miriam to her dad’s and give it to her in the car. That work?” Looking around at all of us, Tatum only shakes his head slowly, not sure how to argue with this. The way Richard isn’t looking at any of us while shoving his papers into his bag a bit more aggressively than he needs to lets me know he’s fucking lying to himself.

He doesn’t want to go any more than we do.

“You’re going to go wake her up and just say, ‘Oh hey, thanks for the fucking this weekend’?” My lip is curled, pissed as fuck that they’re just dismissing her like she’s done her job and can be forgotten.

When Kevin meets my glare, he drops his shoulders in defeat. “We’ll let her sleep longer, then I’ll wake her for breakfast.”

“Fuck all of you. You’re a bunch ofpendejos!” I yell out, storming from the room. Walking into the kitchen, I slam open the fridge loudly, ignoring the cool breeze that hits me from behind. I assume Richard took his shit out to his car.Fuck, it’s so fucking cold out there.

The rest of them eventually trail into the kitchen, quietly sitting around the island as we wordlessly prepare, then eat breakfast. My eyes keep flying to the clock, wondering how long it’ll be before Kevin goes to wake her up.

I’m going to ask her to come home with me instead of Kevin just taking her home. Richard stands after throwing back the rest of his coffee and looks at Kevin. Before he can say anything, all of our phones either buzz or notify us that we’ve got a message.

Miri: I’m not a whore. Fuck you all for thinking I was here just to suck your dicks for money. Thank you SO much for turning this experience for me into something disgusting and for making me feel worthless. Oh wait, but I guess I’m not worthless. $25,000 right?

Miri: Váyanse a la mierda! Bola de viejos con pitos pequeños!

Kevin furrows his brows at his phone, getting more and more angry as he keeps reading. “What the fuck?”

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