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How on earth was she going to live this down?
“No, I’m fine.”
“You’re not.”
He nudged her knees apart.
Oh god. A blush screamed from her cheeks and seared her whole body, everywhere—all her cells, nerves, and senses.
With her pain somewhat subsided, the sheer magnitude of what had happened between the four of them started filtering in.
Oh god, help her. At the first chance she got, she was going to find someone who could give her a new identity, and then she'd be skipping the country.
Tyler’s huge, rough, tanned, and veined hand on her knee sent thrills down her spine. Her clit started to throb, and she thought she had completely fallen off the sphere of reality.
“Let me help you, Lacey.”
Tyler reached between her legs.
“Look at me,” she almost shouted at him and then had to work extra hard not to drown in his emerald gaze. He kept his eyes on her. She just wanted to close hers as he pulled the string from between her legs.
Without taking his attention off her, he pulled off a long ream of tissue paper. She couldn’t look at him any longer and lowered her head.
“Please turn around,” she whispered. He did so immediately. A minute later, he had turned around, used a wet cloth to wipe her down, then patted her with tissue paper before he unwrapped a clean tampon and gently eased it up inside her.
She didn’t mean to reach out and grip his shoulder when his fingers touched her pussy. Or gasp aloud at the contact.
After washing his hands, he scooped her up, carried her to the bed, and then made her sleep.
“Thank you,” she whispered before she closed her eyes. She reached up and kissed his cheek. He turned his head and caught her lips with his. She sighed into his mouth as he flipped her onto her back and kissed her with such sensual demand that her clit ached for his touch the way it had ached for Joshua and Case.
He forced her to go to sleep, but it wasn’t long before she woke up again, writhing in pain until Tyler stroked her clit and made her come again.
~~~***~~~
By the time Lacey woke up the next morning, she had already seen the worst part of her cycle. Her pain would be so much more bearable now, and her cycle would last no longer than two to three days, if that.
“Good morning, Miss Lacey,” a jovial voice said from the other side of the room. Was that Mrs. Decker? Lacey had met the Kennedy housekeeper a few times already, but it had been years since she last saw the retired lady.
“Mrs. Decker?”
“The one and only.”
“How are you feeling today?”
“I’m... all right,” she said suspiciously now.
“Good. Well, I think the boys went all out to help you during this time.”
“What?” Lacey followed the older lady’s direction and gasped. She climbed off the bed and gasped again. Boxes of tampons in all different sizes and capacities, bottles of painkillers, multiple boxes of herbal teas, some of which she didn’t even know by name, and heat pads again in all different sizes lined the top surface of a shelf.
But that wasn’t all, there were boxes and boxes of chocolates too, all in red packaging. Okay, was that a joke?
“Wait, are those Valentine’s Day chocolates?” she asked Mrs. Decker.
“You betcha. They went and bought out the whole store for you, Missy. But I’m glad you’re feeling better. Those things get better once the little Kennedys come.”
“Oh no. Oh no. It’s not like that between us. Trust me. I’m just doing it for... to—I leave in a few days. I have so much stuff to catch up on,” she said.
