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Kace’s grip on me tightened, holding me still, and he flicked one of my nipples roughly, sending sensation zinging straight down to my core.
“Oh God!”
My arms flailed as I searched for something to hold on to. One hand latched onto Kace’s short hair, gripping the strands as hard as he was gripping mine, and the other hooked around Bishop’s neck, pulling him deeper into our kiss.
“Good girl,” Bish murmured, his lips barely separating from mine to speak. “Come for us.”
Then his hands cupped the sides of my face, holding me still while his tongue delved into my mouth over and over. At the same time, Misael stiffened his tongue, thrusting it inside me just like I’d imagined he might do with his cock.
And it was all too much.
A loud, naked cry tore from my lips as I came hard, twisting and jerking as I rode Misael’s face unabashedly, chasing every last bit of pleasure that rippled through my body.
“Jesus fuck, that’s hot,” Kace muttered, his voice strained.
Bishop’s kiss slowed a little, then he broke away, and before I knew what was happening, I was being pulled up onto the couch and wrapped in his arms.
I was still in my bra and panties, although my bra was a little twisted and my panties were soaked through. Kace grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over me as Bish sat back, arranging my body so I was draped partially over him and partially over Kace.
Misael gave a satisfied smirk as he rose up on his knees and leaned in to kiss me thoroughly. He was hard—I could see his cock straining against his pants. And judging from what I felt beneath me, the other two boys were too.
But when I tried to roll over, reaching for them, Bishop grabbed my wrist in a firm hold.
“Not tonight, Princess. Misael was right, you’re exhausted. Get some sleep.”
I wanted to argue, wanted to show him I wasn’t tired at all. But before I could even form a thought on exactly how to do that, sleep was already creeping up on me, stealing me away.
All the events of the day finally caught up to me, piling on top of me like a mountain of bricks.
And I slept.
Twenty-Five
There was a pep in my step as I waited for Mom to be released from the hospital on Sunday. I leaned against the wall, humming to myself.
Giddiness was a new feeling. It was probably wildly inappropriate, given the reason why my mother was in the hospital to begin with. At the moment, I couldn’t say that I cared.
No, it wasn’t that I didn’t care. It was that I felt so good that the feeling inside me couldn’t be contained, so I didn’t try. I was still worried about her, still concerned. I still cared. But there were other feelings clamoring for attention inside my chest now too, strong feelings that I was still trying to process. The Lost Boys had stayed with me for most of the weekend, and it was as if having them around so much, having them in my home, in my space, had ingrained them in my skin.
As if they’d slipped inside my heart somehow.
Finally, Mom came out, accompanied by a doctor I didn’t recognize. The sight of her sobered me up in a rush. She still looked frail, almost fragile, like a glass doll that would break if I touched her too suddenly.
“Here we are.” The man beamed at me, his smile surprisingly bright—but I wasn’t going to shun a good attitude. Then his gaze flicked to my mom. “This is your daughter, you said?”
She nodded stiffly. “Yes.”
“Good.” He stuck out his hand to me. “I’m Dr. Paulson. I don’t want to bore you too much on the details, but I briefed your mother about aftercare, as well as a few resources for some long-term treatment.” Just from his tone, I could tell Mom hadn’t taken the suggestion of “long-term treatment” well. Mental illnesses weren’t something the elite had to worry about, as far as she and my father were concerned.
Or maybe they do, but no one ever talks about it.
I didn’t voice that thought out loud though. Instead, I nodded at the doctor. “Of course. Is there anything I need to be aware of—”
“I’d just like to get home,” Mom interjected. “As soon as possible.”
She strode past me, and I frowned. Before I turned to follow her, the doctor took my arm, a little line appearing between his brows as he bent his head toward me.
“I sent a packet along with her,” he said in a low voice. “It’s in her bag, so take care and read through it, even if she has no interest. I don’t believe we’ll be seeing a return, but with things like this, you can never be too certain. She seems to be a woman very much… out of her element right now.”
