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At that moment, I hated myself for my inability to act like a normal person. I felt Boone’s presence as he kneeled beside me but didn’t touch me. “Shhh, it’s ok. Breathe, Honey Bee. Just breathe. That’s why I wanted to slow down. Your body and hormones were trying to write checks your mind can’t cash yet. And that’s ok. We are all very patient men. There’s no rush. Hell, it doesn’t even need to happen if you don’t want it to.”

I focused on his words as I tried to get my breathing under control. The shittiest part about this was that I was still turned on in the worst way. But what my body wanted didn’t matter when my brain refused to cooperate. “Fuck, baby, this is killing me. Can I hold you?” I kept my eyes closed but nodded. His arm slid beneath me, and my heart slammed in my chest as he lifted me into his arms. “Shhh, it’s ok. I’m just going to carry you inside and lay you down on your bed so you’re comfortable. I know how exhausting panic attacks can be.”

He carried me through the house and into my room, gently setting me down on my bed. He went to move away from me, and my hand shot out and gripped his arm. “Do you want me to stay with you, Honey Bee?” I nodded and felt the bed dip as he lay beside me. We lay there in silence as my breathing slowly returned to normal. As my mind settled, I was presented with another problem; I was still horny as hell. I crossed my legs at the ankles as casually as possible, squeezing my thighs together to achieve relief.

Boone didn’t miss my movements and understood them for what they were. “You still buzzing, baby?” he crooned. I nodded silently. “Use your words, Honey Bee.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Me too. The way I see it, we have two choices,” he said. He turned onto his side to face me, propping his head in his hand. “The first option is to leave you to finish yourself off while I finish in the bathroom thinking about you in here touching yourself. The second option is I promise not to touch you, sit in that chair in the corner, and finish ourselves off while we watch each other.” My breath caught in my chest, and I got even wetter at the thought of Boone watching me touch myself. “So what’s it gonna be, Bailey? Go or stay?” Boone whispered.

“Stay,” I whispered back. He let out a light growl and then left the room. I stared at the door in confusion for a few seconds before he returned with a hand towel so he didn’t make a mess. He closed the door softly behind himself. He went over to the chair and dropped his pants before sitting down. He spit in his hand and began to stroke his hand up and down his eight-inch dick; it was thick and veiny. I licked my lips as I watched.

I scooted back on the bed so my back rested on the wall, slipped my hand past the waistbands of my pants and panties, and slid my fingers between my wet lips. “That’s right, baby, focus on making yourself feel good. Let me see you,” he pleaded. If he was going to dirty-talk me through this, I wouldn’t last long. Feeling brave, I did as he asked, lifting my hips, pushing my pants and underwear off, and kicking my legs free. I chewed on my lip nervously and let my knees fall apart before I could psyche myself out.

Boone groaned appreciatively when he saw my pussy for the first time. “So fucking pretty, Honey Bee. Show me how you like to be touched. Show me what makes you feel good.” I moaned as I slid my fingers back through my folds and dipped two inside me to gather some of my juices and bring them to my clit. I moved my fingers in slow circles around my clit and moaned again as pleasure shot through my body.

“That’s right, baby, rub that pretty little clit for me. One day, when you’re ready, I will wrap my lips around it and make you come all over my face.” I whimpered as his words washed over me. I moved my other hand between my legs to slide two fingers inside myself. I slowly pumped my fingers in and out of me, increasing my speed until I matched Boone’s.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. Boone’s eyes were laser-focused on what my hands were doing as he increased the speed of his hand. My hands sped up with him, and he groaned as he looked up at my face and locked eyes with mine.

“Such a good girl,” he rasped. The gravel in his voice sent shivers down my spine. “I’m so close, Bailey. Watch me. Watch what you do to me.” He sped up his pumps even more, and my hands automatically followed. I was so close to coming myself that when he suddenly growled out my name as he came, I followed. I moaned out my release as I came all over my hand, forcing my eyes to stay open so I could watch as he spurted rope after rope of cum into the towel he had retrieved. Fuck that was hot.

Boone got up again and left the room. I closed my eyes and basked in all the happy hormones. I heard him return and opened my eyes as he held out a towel he had wet with warm water. “Can I clean you up, or would you rather do it yourself?”

I blushed and snatched the towel from him to wipe myself off. It was ridiculous to feel embarrassed by this when he watched me finger myself to completion two minutes ago, but I couldn’t help it. When I finished, he took the towel back from me without blinking an eye. He dragged the blanket over my body and leaned over slowly to kiss me softly on the lips.

“Why don’t you try to get a little more sleep, baby, and thank you for sharing that with me. I’m proud of you.” I smiled as he left the room, closing the door behind him. I closed my eyes and was surprised to find I was feeling tired. Before sleep, I thought about what we had just done and had to admit that I felt proud of myself, too.

Chapter five

Iwokeupashort time later and heard a low murmuring from the kitchen. I climbed out of bed and quickly showered before emerging from my room, ready for the day. I stopped in Gray’s room to find him awake and staring at the ceiling.

“You look bored,” I commented. I checked his leg and saw it was starting to heal and still didn't look infected.

Gray grinned at me, “Good morning Little Dove! I’m literally bored out of my mind. Keep me company?”

“I’d love to, but chores to do, trips to plan, winter to prepare for, you understand,” I said as I returned to the door.

“Have lunch with me then? Please?”

I nodded my head, “Fine. It’s a date. And I’ll try to come up with something to entertain you while you’re stuck in bed.”

His eyes took on a twinkle. “I have a couple of ideas,” he said with a wink. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Cool your jets, Sparky. Even if I wanted to, you’re in no shape for some cardio,” I said over my shoulder as I left the room. I entered the kitchen and found the four men sitting at the table like they were waiting for me. Boone gave me a heated smile and a wink while Pike quickly jumped up and produced a plate he kept warm in the oven. On it were some fried eggs and…a couple of biscuits?

“Where did you get biscuits?” I asked excitedly as I sat down and dug into my breakfast. I moaned as the fluffy biscuit hit my tongue. I could do many things. When making any form of bread, I sucked in the worst way. Matty had stopped asking me to bake years ago.

“I made them,” Pike said. “I hope you don’t mind that I used your supplies. It had just been some time since we’d had anything close to biscuits, and I saw all the ingredients and couldn’t resist making them.”

“Are you kidding me?! Can you make bread, too? Cake? Muffins?” The more I added, the bigger his smile got.

“I can.”

“Then I’m keeping you,” I said around a mouthful of food. “I can’t bake worth shit. Help yourself to whatever ingredients you want, and if there’s something you need, let me know. I can talk to Anna’s parents about a trade. I’m pretty sure half the reason Matty wanted to go live with them was because of their baking abilities.” The men chuckled at my poor attempt at humor while I continued eating. When my plate was empty, another biscuit appeared, and I mumbled my thanks around a bite.

Once I was done eating, I took a sip of the coffee that had appeared beside my plate at some point. I sat back in my seat and looked at the men expectantly. I assumed they had something they wanted to say to me. Otherwise, four intelligent men could easily find something around here that needed tending.

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