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“Hey! Fucking back off, Bossi!” Marcus hisses from behind me, but Shaun just glares up at Marcus as he drops to his knees from his squat.
“No, I fucking won’t back off. She needs to hear this. She needs to fucking know how much we care about her. She needs to know that she isn’t alone. Fuck! She needs to know that we won’t give up on her and that we need her to not give up either.”
I’ve never seen Shaun so angry. Spittle flies from his lips as he shouts at us, his eyes darting between the guys before they settle on me.
“I fucking love you, Rhys! Why isn’t that enough?”
“It… it is. I… I had a lapse in judgement, but I chose to fight. I pushed up to the surface… I… I’m sorry, Cass. I’m trying.” My shoulders sag. “I’m not used to people caring so much.”
“I fucking care, Kitten. We all do. So much.” He shakes his head, looking to the ground between us, then draws his eyes back up. “I can’t imagine the hell you’ve been through or what you’re going through now. I’m sorry for being selfish. I know you’re trying… I just don’t want to lose you.”
My lip is seizing like a motherfucker now, making it really hard to talk. “I d-don’t want to l-lose you either.” I look over my shoulder at the other three guys behind me. “I don’t want to lose any of you.”
One by one, they move in, surrounding me as they lower themselves to the ground, where Shaun and I are slumped.
“We don’t want to lose you either, baby.” Garrett is the one to speak, and Marcus and Simon nod as their warmth closes in.
“I’m sorry. My head is a mess. The whole Brian is my dad thing, and his admission to killing my mum… and Tyler MIA. Shit…” I slap the side of my head. “I left him a drunk message, didn’t I?”
The guys chuckle, my eyes landing on the smirk creeping across Shaun’s face.
“Yeah, he’s gonna especially love the part about his dick loving your cunt.”
The guys laugh, and I tip my head back, groaning at my stupidity. “If he wasn’t already planning on breaking up with me, I guess he is now.”
“Come on, Kitten.” Shaun stands and reaches a hand out for me. “Let’s get you warmed up. You can talk to Ty tomorrow when you’ve sobered up.”
Taking his hand, I let him pull me up off the grass. “I think the cold water slapped me sober." I groan, feeling a little sickly.
The guys chuckle and take me inside, where I notice the music is no longer playing, and everyone else has left. I have no idea what time it is or what I’ve been doing all night, since everything seems like a blur. Hopefully, I didn’t embarrass myself too much.
As we walk through Simon’s mansion, someone hands me a bottle of water, which I guzzle down as we go, and another towel finds its way over my shoulders. I stumble a couple of times as we make our way up the grand staircase, and by the time we reach a huge bathroom, I’m pretty sure that if I try to find my way back to the rumpus room, I’ll get lost.
“Use this shower. We can sleep in the room across the hall.” Simon goes to a cupboard, taking out more towels while I gape at the bathroom. I haven’t seen this one before.
“Thanks, man.” Shaun slaps Simon’s shoulder and turns to me. “Let’s warm you up, Kitten.”
I wish I weren’t so drunk right now. I can’t seem to keep up with what’s going on. Either that or everyone else has been gifted with superpowers and are moving faster than humanly possible.
My clothes get tugged off, my ponytail gets taken out, Shaun’s clothes magically disappear, and I find myself standing in a double shower between Garrett Cole and Shaun Bossier.
“Well, if this isn’t every girl's wet dream,” I smirk, raking my lazy eyes over their taut muscles and defined abs. It’s when my eyes find their cocks that I truly turn into a blubbering idiot. “Dick.”
Garrett chuckles. “Maybe later, baby.”
I pout. “Now.”
Shaun chuckles. “You’re too drunk to handle dick right now, Kitten.”
“I strongly dissssagreeee.” I slur. Fuck. Maybe he has a point. Not that I’ll ever admit it out loud.
“Bossi is right, baby girl. You can have dick in the morning.”
“Boooooo.” I do a thumbs down action, pouting again, and all of a sudden feel extremely tired.
The guys pick up on it, closing in to sandwich me between them, holding me up as they wash me and keep me warm. I close my eyes, tipping my head back on Shaun’s shoulder, relaxing into their hold, revelling in the feel of their hands on me.
I have no recollection of what happens after that, but I wake up sometime later in a strange room that I’ve never been in, surrounded by my guys' sleeping forms. With a woozy head, I sit up slowly on the mattress on the floor, pressing my hand to my temple as pain slices through my skull like it’s splitting open.
