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“How?” I gasped as he flexed his hips again.
“Tell me you want me to ease your pain. Tell me that you don’t want me to hurt you anymore.”
He really did want to force me to admit defeat. I covered my face and cried as he continued his slow strokes, from tip to base. What little relief his cum has provided was quickly evaporating.
Grrr. Goddammit.
“Please stop hurting me,” I whispered brokenly. “You were right. This is nothing I have ever endured. I’m sorry. I should have listened to you.”
“Huck,” Bo said.
His brother appeared with a small jar.
“Stay still.” Bo withdrew from my body and applied a good amount of it to my aching hole. “Breathe,” he advised as he reinserted himself.
Though it still hurt a little, the intensity of the pain dissipated, allowing me to better enjoy the smooth, gentle intimacy that followed the application.
In this way, it was almost like my virtual reality experiences, though a more intense wave of pleasure as Bo was sure to stimulate multiple erogenous zones at once, stroking and kissing and worshiping various areas of my body.
Bo was, surprisingly, able to draw more than one orgasm from my body as he made love to me. And it was only when I was too exhausted to keep my eyes open anymore that he found his pleasure and let me fall asleep in his arms.
Chapter Eight
Huck woke me up the next morning with breakfast in bed, which was more delicious bacon and eggs. I ate quietly while Huck cleaned up the kitchen. The other guys were nowhere to be seen. I had learned that I slept alone in Bo’s bed most of the night. Apparently, there was always at least one brother awake, with them taking turns on guard duty.
“Take this,” Huck said, handing me a packet of powder and a glass of water.
“What is it?”
“It will help you with the pain.”
“I’m not injured,” I replied.
Huck leveled me with a skeptical glare. “I have seen you wince more than once today—in your sleep and while eating breakfast.”
“Oh.” I didn’t really pay much mind to it, but I took the medicine he prescribed me.
Garrett came in from outside. “Come, dear. Let’s get you a bath. Huck needs to strip the bed.”
As he helped me climb my naked ass from under the covers, I understood why Huck had me take medicine—and why the bed needed to be stripped. Oh, my God. Not only was my body bruised, but blood was smeared down my thighs, and the bed sheets were also ruined.
“Holy fuck!” I cried, seeing all the red stains. I swayed on my feet.
“Whoa,” Garrett said, catching me as I tipped over, too dizzy to stand. He swept me into his arms. “I need you to breathe, baby.”
I could hear him, but he seemed far away. Unlike my arm injury, the bloody mess that met my eyes seemed unnatural. Was I internally bleeding? There was so much crimson staining everything.
“No, you’re not,” Garrett replied as he carried me outside, alerting me to the fact that I must have asked that question out loud. “That’s virginal blood mixed with the fluids from your orgasms. It looks much worse than what it is.”
My head lolled. “Ugh.” The breakfast I just ate threatened to leave my body.
I was lowered into hot, soapy water. This slight sting that followed reminded me of the painful here-and-now I existed in.
“Close your eyes and relax,” Garrett advised. “Well take care of you.”
Garrett and Bo took their time to wash me and pamper me, paying special attention to my sore body parts. The soap in the water calmed my nerves, allowing my anxiety to settle some. As the men discussed things, I found myself almost dozing off again. That pain medicine was really good.
When the water had cooled, Bo lifted me gently from the tub and wrapped me in a soft blanket. Garret wrapped my hair in a towel before Bo strode back to the house. Once inside, I saw that my washed but still slightly stained party dress set out, lying across a freshly made bed.
