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Chapter 41

Matt

She looks so fucking fragile, as if one of us can snap her in two with the flick of our fucking fingers.

Those huge smoldering eyes of hers are flooded with emotion. Guilt is there too, etched in them. And something else—something I can’t put my finger on.

Instead of feeling anger toward her, I’m furious at this fucking prick of an ex-boyfriend. He’s such a fuckhead I can’t even recall his name.

I’m like that. Introduce me to some loser and I won’t take in a damn thing about the person.

I know I don’t need to retain anything about the ex. That’s why he’s called the fucking ex-boyfriend.

How someone as fragile, exotic, and beautiful as Meg ends up with a loser like what’s-his-fucking-face is beyond me. But then, of course, it makes sense. She’s vulnerable.

Like any of us, she wants to be loved.

I sigh.

How can I, how can we, show her how much we care for her? Laying there in the black sheets, with her skin so white, I know exactly what I want to do to her. I want to fuck her.

With a wink at Ian, I get his attention. No need to have a fucking conference about it.

“How about it,” I murmur, not taking my eyes off Meg.

If the others weren’t in the same room, I’d be on her already. My mouth would smother her in kisses before fulfilling her every fucking need.

Ian’s blue eyes fixate on me. He’s got an intensity that would unnerve anyone opposing him. No wonder he’s such a fucking successful lawyer.

I mean, if he weren’t my brother and I knew him from way back, I’d be scared.

For a moment, I’m taken back to our childhood days. I used to play all kinds of pranks on Ian.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” he asks, and I smile.

“If you’re thinking about fucking Meg, then heck yeah. If you’re thinking about one of your fucking cases, then no.”

As one, we catch the eyes of the other two.

“How about it, Meg?”

Meg barely lifts her head. I can see her tear-stained cheeks, and I want to just kiss those away.

Surely a good fuck would help her get over this ordeal faster than any other kind of therapy. I mean, sure, we can ring for a shrink now, get her the best fucking medical treatment money can buy, but that won’t fucking fix her.

“I...” Meg starts and stops again.

The shock is still sitting deep with her.

I take a step toward her and open up the zip of my pants. Instantly, my massive cock is exposed.

“Care to help me with this?”

The second her eyes feast on my manhood, she’s already brighter. She pushes herself up on her elbows, and the corner of her lips curl up ever so slightly.

It’s not quite a smile, but it’s getting there.

“Don’t forget we’re all here and may need help,” chimes in Ian, and he drops his pants between his ankles.

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