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"Done!" Ryan's shout of victory makes me jump and break away from the toe-curling kiss.
"Need this fucking cast off," I mumble to myself.
"Mmmm, soon, little fighter." Korren drops a kiss to my neck behind me, resulting in a brother sandwich that makes me want to do dirty things. A hint of anxiety swirls through my body at the thought of being intimate with them, but I want this. I want them.
"You like?" The burn in my thighs when Ryan lifts my leg off the counter draws my attention to what he is doing.
Blinking away the haze of lust, I gasp, completely enamored with his art. "Ryan," I breathe, "it's beautiful."
"Oh wow, babe, I haven't seen you draw in a while," Nolan's praise, along with mine, has him absolutely beaming.
Twisting my leg as much as possible, I take in the intricate lines of each individual flame that encompasses my entire cast. Grey specks of ash are scattered toward the top while the raging fire begins at my foot. Looking closely, I can pick out all the different colors he used to create the most eccentric blaze I have ever seen.
Ryan moves around the edge of the counter with the biggest smile I have ever seen. "I'm glad you like it, baby girl."
"I love it! Can you make me more drawings? It's freaking glorious, and now I don't ever want to part with it." I'm practically bouncing on the counter.
"Even though it will stink?" I hush Amiri and ignore his crinkled nose.
"To be fair, I only saw squiggles," Kor grumbles from his place on the other side of the island.
I tune out their commentary and drag my Ry into a deep kiss. The saltiness of my tears mingles with his minty fresh taste, making this a core moment to remember. My golden man is a fucking artist.
Pulling away, I pepper kisses all over his face and bask in the joy of his husky giggles. "I will draw you anything you want if I get this kind of reaction every time." I smirk and risk a nibble on his shoulder, unable to help myself from wanting to eat him. "Hey! You have been eating treats all morning; how can you still be hungry?" His tease is punctuated with a peck to my nose.
A high-pitched squeal of laughter rushes from my lips when he takes his own bite of my neck. I never imagined that after all this time, I would be capable of dissolving into a fit of giggles.
"I'm hungry too," the pout is evident in his voice as he continues taking love bites at my exposed skin.
"Okay, okay, you two! Where's my snack?"
Ryan's baby blues lock on mine, a smoldering hint of mischievousness glinting back at me before he pounces on our whiny man behind him. He completely devours Nolan before attacking him with tickles and nibbles.
"Eve, you hungry?"
"Is that a joke?" My gaze trails back to my own personal chef of muscle, who now has sandwich stuff lined up on the counter. His confused look has me taking pity on him, "No, Mir, I'm not hungry. You fed me enough sweets to give me a tummy ache for days."
Ah, shit.
His frown deepens, and his lips turn down in concern. Instead of waiting for him to panic, I interrupt his thoughts, "I'm joking, I promise. I'm full. Can I help?" When my feet land on the floor after hopping down from the counter, I swear the air gets sucked out of the room at all four of their collective gasps.
Double shit.
Here it comes..."Eve," Korren snaps, "you can't do that. Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"
My eyes burn, but not because of tears; no, this is from holding back my eye roll. It's sweet, it really is, but I'm fine. I just want to get back to normal...well, my normal.
His wide hands frame my cheeks as he looks me over. "I'm wonderful, Koko." Running my hands over his broad shoulders, I release a quiet sigh of relief when they relax, and he gives me a gentle kiss.
My protector deserves not to worry so much. I've been working hard to keep on track with Levine's healing instructions and listen to the concerns of my guys. I really have, and I'm feeling great. Happy even. Some days are harder than others, making bed rest not that much of a struggle since I can barely manage to take care of myself when my mind feels so heavy.
"Okay," he murmurs, releasing me to Amiri to make lunch for everyone.
"WHERE'S THE PARTY AT?"
I smirk; the party just arrived in the form of a dirty blonde tornado.
Let the weekend begin.
