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“What is it? Is she hurt?” someone demanded.
As the last of the nightmare left her, she was aware she was wrapped up in West’s arms, her head lying on his chest. Shivers wracked her body, and she felt her stomach clench and release. I am not going to vomit. I am not going to vomit.
“It’s all right, Butch. It’s a nightmare,” West said to his brother. She hadn’t even known Butch was staying inside the house.
“Can I get you anything?” The worry in Butch’s voice was clear.
“I’m okay,” she rasped out. Although, even she could hear the wobbly note in her voice that said she was anything but.
West ran one hand up and down her back, his other cupping her ass.
“She’ll be okay,” he told Butch. “I’ll make sure of that.” She rested against him; she didn’t have the energy to push away, didn’t want to put space between them.
“Yell out if you need anything, I’m just next door.” Butch closed the door with a soft click.
“He’s staying in the house?” she asked West. Her heart was still thundering.
“Yep. The others are taking turns on watch. We’re not taking any risks with your and Mia’s safety.”
Tomorrow they could all go back to their normal lives.
“Sorry I woke you,” she told quietly.
“Sh,” he said back to her. “Everything’s all right. You’re safe. We’re all safe.”
He held her for a long time. “You want to tell me about the nightmare?”
“Not really. It was just about the shooting. Only, instead of Raid walking in and find us, it was him. Spencer.”
He kissed her forehead lightly. “It’s okay, baby girl. You’re safe.”
“West?”
“Right here, baby girl.”
“I’m not going to be able to get back to sleep. I should get up so I don’t keep you awake.”
He rubbed her ass gently with his hand and her body lit up under his touch. Her clit throbbed. Her nipples hardened. All she wore was an oversized T-shirt and a pair of panties. Now she wished she had a full set of pajamas, something to give her some protection from his touch.
“Yeah, that’s not happening, baby girl.” He kissed his way down her neck, and she shivered in delight. “I’ve got a way of making you relax, of clearing your head so you can sleep again.” He moved his hand around her body, pressing it between her thighs to cup her mound. “Anyone ever finger fucked you, baby girl?”
This question was so blunt and crass, that it took her by surprise.
“Um, I, um . . .” She was aware she sounded like an idiot, but she didn’t quite know what to say in answer to that question.
“You had sex before?”
“Yes,” she told him in a quiet voice. He was slowly sliding her panties down her legs as he talked to her.
“How many?”
“Do we have to talk about this?” She could feel the flush of embarrassment covering her cheeks. She knew she was innocent in comparison to him but she didn’t need to lay it out.
“We do. I need to know what experience you have. How many?”
“One.” It was a bitter memory.
“Was he good to you?”
