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They could tame Mustangs. Ride feral bulls. They could leap from their horses and wrestle steers to the ground by their horns, time and again.
But Lacey broke them down hard. Seeing her in so much pain made them want to punch the walls down.
Tyler had already whipped his phone out. They didn’t have any fucking heating pads, or herbal tea. Hell, they didn’t even have basic painkillers to help her.
But the next thing on that list that Tyler had pulled up was something they could do. And if she hadn’t burned her fingers on top of getting her period, they would have insisted she make herself come immediately since it was one of the things that could help her with her pain.
Which meant they were the ones who were going to do it. They weren’t even going to ask her permission. She’d say no anyway, but they weren’t there to take no for an answer. Not when it could help her.
He slipped into the bathroom and scrubbed his hands. Then came back out to the bedroom.
“Lie on your back, Lacey,” Joshua instructed her.
“What?” she asked weakly.
He wasn’t going to repeat himself. As gently as he could, he flipped her onto her back and wedged himself between her thighs.
She showered and changed out of her jeans every day before dinner into a dress that had them sitting uncomfortably on their dicks, as they tried not to look at her sweet body.
It was just as well she was wearing a dress because it would make it easier for him to pull down her panties.
“Wait, what are you doing?” she cried, trying to grip his hand as he peeled off her underwear. She tried to fight him off, but her pain kept getting in the way.
“Lie still,” he ordered, his voice instantly hoarse at the sight of the beautiful expanse of her thighs. She was fucking gorgeous, and he’d be a fucking dickhead if he got hard from looking at her when she was in so much pain.
Tyler handed him a towel to place underneath her, and he lifted her easily to slip it beneath her ass.
He towered over her, forcing her to keep her legs parted for him. She looked at him wildly.
His cock stirred, and he ground his teeth together to stop the flow of blood to his prick.
He licked his fingers. Her eyes widened as she watched him slip his hand between her soft thighs.
“No, don’t,” she cried, her face flushed with embarrassment. “I don’t want you to feel my—”
“I’m just going to touch you here, Lacey.”
His fingers swept over her clit. The shock to his system at the touch of her smooth, velvety-soft skin threw him off his axis.
He licked his fingers again. Her clit wasn’t wet enough for him to stroke so that she could orgasm.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
The only way he could make her slippery wet so he could create some friction for her, without touching the inside of her pussy, was to use the pre-cum he could feel leaking from his bastard cock.
“Lacey, look at me, sweetheart.” He had to keep her eyes on him. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down. He slipped his hand into his boxer briefs and swiped his fingers across his dripping head.
She was their best friends’ kid sister, and he was going to have to touch her. With his pre-cum on her clit.
She understood what was happening. She also seemed to understand what his intention had been in order to help her.
Her gaze clung to him. Her cheeks were so red, she looked twice as feverish.
Slowly, he slipped just the tip of his damp finger onto her clit. The string of her tampon brushed against his knuckles, and he made sure not to move it out of place.
