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My back arched with pleasure, but pain shot through me. “Ow, shit. Fuck.”
Dawson pushed up, his lips already covered in my arousal. “You want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Then you need to keep still. Pull my hair, grip the sheets, but keep that body flat on the bed. Marshall will skin me alive if you ruin his handiwork.”
I brushed my hand over the dressing on my ribs; the scar Marshall put there when he saved my life. It still hadn’t really sunk in, and I needed to thank him properly. Dawson pulled me back from my thoughts as his fingers circled my clit.
“Do we have a deal, Sunshine?”
“Yes,” I groaned as I gripped the bedsheets in my fist and tried not to physically react to his touch.
He answered by plunging his tongue inside me, forcing me to scream out his name. Burying my hand in his hair, I pulled him against me with more force as his mouth moved to my clit, licking in fast circles, before sucking and then licking again. My body hummed, sweat covering my skin as my thighs closed up, trapping his head.
When I started swearing and begging for more, Dawson chuckled, the vibration almost pushing me over the edge, but then he slipped two fingers into my wet core, pumping slowly, his fingers curling to hit my G-spot.
“Dawson, I’m so close.”
I was so caught in the moment that I didn’t notice the bed dip until a hand cupped my face. My eyes sprung open, to find Fox smiling down at me, looking like he’d been recently fucked, his eyes blown and lips swollen.
“Hi,” he mouthed, pinning my thigh to the bed with one hand as he kissed me, letting me taste Marshall on him.
Dawson added a third finger, fucking me hard and fast as he went to town on my clit. Pleasure exploded, rippling through me, as Fox swallowed down my screams. I tried to keep my body still, my injuries already burning from my heaving chest, but my back arched, making me cry out again; this time in pain.
“What the hell are y’all doing?” Fox and Dawson sat up, staring at Marshall, who was carrying a tray filled with steaming mugs.
“Our girl was feeling needy,” Dawson offered.
“Our girl is in tears and I don’t think that’s a good thing,” he grunted as he placed the tray on the coffee table. I wiped the tears I didn’t know were falling with the back of my hand.
“I’m fine.”
Fox helped me sit up, pulling a blanket over my naked bottom half. Dawson looking between me and Marshall. “Shit, Sunshine… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
I smiled, reaching out my hand, making my ribs burn in response. Letting my arm fall to the sheets, I let out a sigh. “I wanted you to touch me. I hate feeling broken.”
Marshall stood with his hands on his hips, his blond brows furrowed. He looked like he was going to yell, but then his face softened. “But you are broken, Sugar. You almost died. If that windscreen hadn’t had smashed before you went through it, or I was a few minutes later, or if we’d not found the things I needed to relieve the air around your lung, you would have died.”
A cry fell from my lips, because I’d tried not to think about the truck that lost control, jack-knifing across the road, causing a ten car pile up and killing eight people. I had been so lucky.
“I’ve not really said it, but thank you.”
Marshall shook his head sitting on the side of the bed, so all three of them surrounded me. “I was doing my job.”
“But it isn’t your job anymore,” Dawson reminded him.
“Ah, well, I think it might be.” Before we could ask him what he meant, he continued, “A while ago, Matt offered me a job, training all the bodyguards and crew in basic emergency treatment. I said no because I felt so guilty about my past and I didn’t want to explain how I was qualified for the job to you guys. But I hate working away from y’all, so I think I might take it… start building a life here.”
“Because of the curse,” I whispered.
“No, the curse brought us together, but I want this… I want you. Then he turned toward Fox and Dawson. All of you, if you’ll have me.”
“We want you,” I yelled excitedly, wishing I could fling my arms around him.
“Good, because I am going to turn someone’s ass red later for thinking with your dick and not your head.” Marshall glared at Dawson, who batted his eyes innocently.
“What? My dick didn’t even make it out of my pants. Look.” We all stared down at his tented jeans, bursting into fits of laughter.
