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Placing my hands on her hips, I turn her slightly. Then I press into her back until she straighteners her spine. I mold myself to her back, running my fingers down her arm until I can thread mine with hers. I can feel her breathing pick up.

I glance down, smiling when I see she’s not afraid. I think she’s turned on.

“You ready?” I whisper into her ear.

She nods.

“You need to aim your hand. Have control of it.”

My other hand trails from her left shoulder down the side of her ribs until it clenches her hip. She gasps but doesn’t move.

“Keep your body in place. The only thing that should move is your forearm.”

I mimic the movements with her arm a few times.

“Use your fingers to point the dart. From this distance, you don’t want to aim right at it, but instead just above your target.”

“Like this?” She mimics the way I moved her arm.

“Exactly like that.”

I step back then. “Throw it.”

She does, and it hits the board. She jumps up and down before turning to me, throwing her around my neck.

“I hit it and not by accident. I aimed for the twenty and I got it!”

I laugh, holding her closer. “You just needed the right teacher. Now own these men. Show them how it’s done.”

We stay out there for hours playing darts with the guys. She never beat them, but the joy on her face said she didn’t mind so much.

When she yawns for the seventh time, I finally look at the clock.

Three in the morning.

“We should go to bed, baby girl,” I tell her.

The guys all groan but smile anyway.

The rest of the room has grown quieter. Many of the men have taken their chosen ladies to bed for the evening. Especially after I sent Wrath to tell one of them not to fuck one of the sweetbutts out in the open. I’m sure they aren’t happy with the change, but I would have done anything to keep Natalie out here and happy. This is the first time she’s gone hours without jumping or acting skittish. If it wasn’t for her looking exhausted now, I would have let her stay up all night.

“Fine. I am a bit tired,” she admits.

Shaking my head, I pull her into my chest, hugging her to me. I’ve kept my hands on her all night. I didn’t want to leave her side for a second. Even when she would go to the restroom, I would follow her to the room.

She thinks it’s because of her fears, but really it’s because she’s become my obsession. I don’t like being away from her.

“Good night, guys. Thanks for teaching me to play. I had a good time,” she tells my brothers.

They all return the gesture.

It’s a big deal for them to have chosen to stay with her all night and not find their own pussy. Not only that, but the entire time I was with them, they didn’t even have any sweetbutts around. One of them would leave to grab rounds of drinks. I’m sure the same was true before I arrived.

They are showing her the respect she deserves.

As I lead her down the hall, she stays snuggled into my side.

I wait until we are in the room to ask her what’s been on my mind since I got back.

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