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And now Kitty is awake again.
FFS!
“Rhee. You ok?” I glance down at Marcus, who is using one of the towels to wipe up his cum, and then he presses it to his cheek where some of Garrett’s reached.
“Yes.” I rasp, my voice husky. “I’m extremely ok.”
Chapter Forty-Two
Simon
We all needed to shower after the session in Cherry’s bedroom. When we opened her door, we realised someone had closed the door to the living area where the kids’ bedrooms are. There’s a fair fucking chance we were too loud. It starts to worry me that her olds will kick us out or something, but when we emerge sometime later, showered, and re-dressed in a new outfit in Cherry’s case, no one says anything.
Actually, that’s a lie. Mr fucking Foster is there, glaring at us. My mind is still blown about that. Mr Foster is Ty. Lucky for him, I’ve always liked him. He was a pretty decent teacher, and the love he has in his eyes for our girl makes the whole thing easier to accept.
“You peewees better not be making her do anything she’s not ready for.” Tyler hisses between clenched teeth as he approaches us in the kitchen, away from Rhys’ parents’ ears.
“As if we would ever do that.” Marcus rolls his eyes at Tyler, which wins him another glare made just for him.
“It’s ok, Ty. I’m fine.” Cherry offers, and I watch her link her pinkie with his. The way we are all standing shields anyone else from seeing the action, and I watch Ty visibly relax at her discrete touch.
Yeah, he loves her just as much as the rest of us do.
We haven’t really discussed his part in this relationship since the day our girl was taken from us. It’s like the events of that day cemented all of our relationships, no matter our age or who we are.
I still have fucking nightmares about that day. How fucking scared I was! I thought I was going to lose her, and even after we got her back, I was so worried about what new version of Rhys George we would get.
She’s strong, though. Stronger than I could ever be. She’s able to switch the trauma she’s been through off somehow. We have been to a few of her therapy sessions over the last few weeks. Melia has been travelling to Fox Pines from the city to have long sessions with Cherry after everything that happened, and I’ve learnt a couple of things about our girl from those sessions.
One is that when she switches off the bad things, she’s compartmentalising. Apparently, she has the ability to pick up those bad memories and put them somewhere else in her brain, so she doesn’t have to think about them. Melia explained it to us, and also reminded Cherry that it’s not healthy to lock her pain away. Cherry agreed and has been using her therapy sessions to release the memories, but as soon as she walks out that door, she switches it off again.
The other thing we learnt is that Cherry has arousal triggers as a result of the grooming she endured as a child. Melia believes this is where Cherry’s need for sex came from, and she even explained, on behalf of our girl who was too embarrassed to say the words herself, that she was made to feel pleasure when she was groomed, which was why the video we saw of her didn’t show a traumatised little girl.
My mind comes back to the present as I watch Cherry and Ty draw closer together like an invisible magnet is tugging at them. Without even realising, me and the other guys shift to shield Ty and Rhys even more from her family, who are outside the bifold doors on the patio. Ty takes the opportunity to lift Cherry’s hand, pressing his lips to it before whispering to her.
“I miss you.”
Fuck. I nearly tear up. There are just so many fucking emotions involved with this relationship stuff. I feel so… complete. My mates are my brothers. We are like our own little family unit, all with the same goal. To love Cherry and protect her until our dying days.
“Lunch is ready.” Mr Rogan calls out, and we disperse from our tight group to stroll casually out onto the patio like we didn’t just come all over their daughter less than thirty minutes ago.
We take our seats, and Cherry links her fingers with mine, tugging me to sit down next to her. I love how she does that. She finds time to make each of us feel special and loved. She’s such a Queen. Our Queen.
Marcus takes the seat on the other side of her while Ty sits next to me at the end of the table, and Garrett and Shaun sit across from us.
“Oh, look at that.” Cherry whispers so only we can hear. “I have Dad up one end of the table, and Daddy up the other.” She snickers under her breath, and a low rumble sounds from Ty as she flashes a toothy smile his way.
We eat and chat. The food is fucking amazing, and the conversation is light and happy. Cherry and I work together to eat our food like a well-oiled machine. Somehow, she knows when I want to feed her something from my plate, and she turns her head, parting those pink lips for me. It’s like we have been eating together for years like this. The idea of that filling my chest with warmth as I hope that in years to come, this is how we will eat.
“Can I have everyone’s attention?” Mrs Rogan pushes her chair back and stands, her eyes roaming over everyone before she smiles down at her husband at the head of the table.
“Is this where you tell us that we are getting a new puppy?” Charlotte asks with a knowing smile and the twins gasp.
“We’re getting a puppy?”
Mrs Rogan glares at Charlotte before turning her eyes to her sons. “No, boys. We aren’t getting a puppy.”
The twins’ faces drop as their mum ruins their dream of having a puppy, and their little shoulders slump.
