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It doesn’t matter that we’re in the woods, bad shit can happen anywhere.

“You feel so good,” Rachelle whimpers, her head dropping back onto the tree behind her.

“That’s all you, baby. Use my cock, let me fuck you until you’re creaming all over it,” I say, dropping my mouth the her exposed breasts.

“Fuck, leave you for a few minutes, and you’re fucking in the woods,” Theo says teasingly.

“Shh. He’s clearly working,” Ignacio mutters.

My lips twitch as I suck and bite her tits. I think Liliana watching bothered me the most to begin with, but I’ve openly had sex with the guys behind me watching. It figures that they’d want to watch now.

My hips begin to thrust in earnest, forcing Rachelle’s body to take more of me. Her little noises become full blown screams as I fuck her, her tits bouncing just for me. The walls of her cunt are fluttering, her body covered in goosebumps as she gets closer to coming.

The entire time, we gaze at each other, reminding each other that we’re here. I apologize with every kiss, touch, and stroke of my cock inside of her. The hitch of her breath tells me the exact moment before she relaxes into the wave of sensations flowing over her.

“Fuck yes,” I groan. “You feel so damn perfect wrapped around my cock, baby. Fuck, that’s it.”

I’m holding on by a thread, my balls drawn up tight and my toes losing sensation. I have no idea how I’m going to be able to get her to the floor safely without hurting her. Still, I fuck her through her orgasm, needing to wring every drop from her.

“Your neck veins look like they’re about to explode,” Rachelle says, her chest heaving.

“He’s really really close,” Jared mutters, moving over to lift Rachelle off my cock so I can pull out. “Drop to your knees, wife. Give him those gorgeous tits to come all over.”

She does as her husband says, pushing her dress down until it's bunched at her waist. Rachelle looks like a fucking goddess as I fist my cock, moving until my dick is right over her chest and face.

“Stick your tongue out,” I demand, my voice strained and hoarse.

Her mouth opens and her tongue drops out, and I’m fucking done. Ropes of cum streak her tongue as I explode. I can’t seem to stop as my eyes almost cross from the force of it. I cover her breasts, neck, and chin, staggering as I finish.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, watching as she swallows the cum on her tongue.

“A pretty little glazed donut,” Theo growls, pushing me aside to drop to his knees in front of her. “Kitten, you’re all messy. Whatever shall we do?”

Her wicked grin is all that’s needed before he’s lapping up my cum. Jared drops beside him, kissing her and licking her chin to clean her up. Ignacio steps hesitantly beside them.

“Are you going to let them have all the fun?” Liliana asks, smirking.

With one last glance at her, he shakes his head as if in a daze, kneeling beside Rachelle to kiss her before sucking and licking at her still cum covered breast.

He’s licking up my cum.

I think my brain just exploded.

Liliana moves closer to me, her eyes on Rachelle and the guys.

“Ignacio does miss you guys,” she whispers. “His loyalty feels split because of what you did to Rachelle. I’m not above using Rachelle to help you figure your shit out, but if you fuck this up, no one will find your body. Now, put your dick away.”

In a daze, I shove my cock into my pants and zip up. Today isn’t like anything I thought it would be.

LILIANA

I’m not someone who pushes people around on a chess board, but I’m tired of the guys fucking things up. My girl deserves happiness. I let them have two weeks to figure things out, and it’s obvious that they need help.

Ignacio walks Rachelle and I out to the SUV for her birth control appointment at the clinic, her hands in ours. She’s visibly anxious because it’s a doctor’s appointment, but breathing through it.

Fuck, she’s amazing.

Opening the door, I make sure she’s comfortable in her seat before I close her door. Nacio follows me around and I can tell there’s something on his mind.

“Yes, dear?” I ask teasingly, waiting outside of my car door.

“You’re meddling,” he murmurs, smirking.

“Yes, because boys are dumb,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“I’ve known you all almost my entire life.

You need to get out of your own damn way.

Nacio, we’re stuck with them. You may as well find a way to move past everything.

Is it forgiveness? There’s a difference between that and forgetting what they’re capable of. ”

“So instead you’re going to manipulate them all into bringing them to their knees?” he asks.

“I already did that, mijo ,” I say condescendingly. “Keep up, Nacio.”

“Brat,” he grunts. “You’re also so damn smart, Liliana. What would we all do without you?”

As he leans down to kiss me, I put my finger on his lips to stop him.

“I brushed my teeth,” he says against my finger, making me grin.

“Good, I don’t need to know what anyone else’s cum tastes like other than yours,” I say, allowing him to kiss me.

“Let me know if you run into trouble,” he says. “I have this feeling that something is going to happen.”

Brow raised, I bite my lip. “Do we need to move back to my house?” I ask. I’ve only been able to sleep somewhere other than the safe room because I’ve been working or focused on Rachelle. “Nothing is worth her getting hurt.”

“I don’t like that el Tigre is still out there,” he says. “We’ll smoke him out soon. If things get to a point where I feel we need to move, you’ll be the first to know.”

Nodding, I get into the car and hit the button to turn over the engine. A moment later, we’re on our way after waving goodbye to Nacio.

“Everything okay?” Rachelle asks, glancing at me.

“Yes,” I reply. “Nacio was checking in about what happened earlier today.”

“Okay…”

“Nacio thinks that he can’t be involved with the guys because of their past behavior,” I sigh. “I don’t believe he’s right. We need to be on the same side of things. He misses the guys, but he doesn’t trust his judgment.”

“He’s not alone in that,” she admits. “The sex is really good, I just don’t know if that’s enough.”

“There’s more than just that, but I think the sex will help with the hesitation everyone feels,” I say. “It’ll be less awkward if you fuck them.”

Rachelle gazes at me for a solid minute and I worry that I broke her. That’s not exactly what I meant, but I have to wait until she says something to explain.

A giggle bubbles out her lips before she’s sagging against her seat and laughs even harder.

“I can’t,” she gasps,“believe you said that!”

“I only slightly meant it,” I say with a grin as I drive. “They care about you, and worry about what they can or shouldn’t say to you. They’re too busy walking on eggshells to be able to connect with you.”

“Elijah especially,” Rachelle agrees, her lips still smiling with mirth. “He’s so empathetic, you’d never know he was capable of all of the terrible things he’s done.”

“They’re going to suffer for a long time,” I say. “They’ll remember everything and kick their own asses. When in doubt, I am obviously not above threatening them.”

“I fucking love you,” she says, her fingers touching mine. “I guess we needed this push. It doesn’t fix everything, but maybe they won’t treat me as if I’m going to break.”

“One can only hope,” I mutter, finding a parking spot.

I haven’t seen what they have. The corpse-like hue of her skin, blue lips, the way she stopped breathing. Elijah has seen her like that twice, and the memory leaves its own scars.

Coming around the vehicle to help open the door, my eyes take in our surroundings as I walk. Nacio’s words lay heavy on my mind. I may feel comfortable sleeping in a safety room, but small spaces may not be in Rachelle’s best interest.

I’ll tough it out as long as I need to until I’m certain her safety will be impacted by her need for comfort.

“Ready?” I ask, my hand outstretched for her to take. Her purse is slung across her body, her pretty dress replaced with a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt. California weather has struck again, bringing in the chilly breeze.

It’s just as bad as Portland, I swear.

“As I’ll ever be,” she murmurs, taking her hand and getting out of the vehicle.

The new patient paperwork at the clinic is pretty straightforward, and we’re in with the doctor ten minutes later. Rachelle’s hand is firmly in mine the entire time.

Dr. Cross looks at the two of us for a moment before taking a breath. I’m sure we may be confusing him.

“Rachel, you’re here for birth control, is that correct?” he asks.

“Yes,” she says with a nod.

He nods, continuing to stare at us. It’s starting to grate at my nerves, and that never is good for anyone’s continued health.

“I’m sorry, is there another question in there somewhere?” I ask him.

“Are you sexually active?” he asks instead.

“Yes,” she replies, squeezing my hand. These appointments are never comfortable, but he’s making it worse.

“With a man?” he asks.

“There are a lot of reasons why a woman needs birth control outside of contraception,” I remind him mildly.

“Yes, yes,” Dr. Cross grunts, blinking hard. He’s got to be in his mid sixties, and fairly long in the tooth. I’m surprised he’s still practicing. Someone needs to sit down, hold his hand, and give him a little sensitivity training. “Are your periods heavy?”

“Yes,” Rachelle grunts, shifting in her seat. “They’re also painful.”

“It says here you’re on other medications, but they shouldn’t affect the birth control,” he murmurs, going through the paperwork with a nod. “It says here you’d prefer birth control in the form of a shot. I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“My memory isn’t the best,” Rachelle explains. “I’m worried that I’ll forget to take it.”

“You manage to take your antidepressants, don’t you?” he asks shrewdly. At her tentative nod, he shrugs. “I’m prescribing the pill then.”