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Her eyes are on Elijah’s straining cock as he lays on the bed breathing hard, and she doesn’t notice Liliana’s post at the doorway. Lili is also quiet as a mouse, and there’s a shadow where she is.

“Hey, birthday boy,” Rachelle says with a smile. “I guess we’re saving the best for last, huh?”

He grins as he pulls her over to him. “I doubt this will end in anything other than being passed out from exhaustion from our fuck fest. We are far from over,” he tells her.

Now that she’s on birth control, we tossed our supply of condoms in a drawer and forgot them. I think we’re all much happier for it.

“You guys know how to party,” she teases him as she moves to straddle him. “Now, show me how the birthday boy fucks.”

Grinning up at her, he flips her so that he’s hovering over her body.

Kissing her thoroughly, he reaches between them to line up his cock with her entrance.

Rachelle doesn’t need any more foreplay, she’s more than ready for him.

Her legs move so that her feet are digging into his firm ass, urging him on.

“So impatient,” he murmurs, his hand bracing his body moving to encircle her throat gently. “Remember your safe word, baby.”

That’s the last thing he says before he thrusts deep into her pussy. Rachelle’s back bows with a moan, and she reminds me of the kitten that Theo calls her. Getting comfortable, we all watch as the birthday boy takes his fill of our gorgeous girl.

His lips kiss her as if they’re dependent on his next breath, his hips moving rhythmically as he grinds against her clit.

Her eyes are open as she kisses him, her nails making their own indentations in his skin.

Their moans echo through the room, and I know I can’t be the only one whose cock begins to rise again. We’re nowhere near done.

“I could live between your thighs.” Elijah’s gaze is intense as he rubs his thumb over her pulse. He’s not squeezing, more so paying attention to how she’s doing through a place that’s very difficult to control.

Her pulse says so much, and if she’s going to freak out, he’ll know.

“More,” she moans.

His hand grabs her ass to lift it higher, and he raises himself onto his knees, changing the position. I have to say, he’s very flexible. Her body now has only her shoulders and the top of her back on the mattress as he fucks her, both his hands on her lower body to keep her comfortable.

“Yes. Elijah, oh my god. Right there,” she screams, and my gaze moves to where they’re connected. Sure enough, she’s coming all over his cock, her cream drenching him.

“Mmm, she smells so good,” I mutter.

“It smells like a lot of really good sex,” Nacio says with a chuckle. “From what Elijah says, we’re nowhere near done.”

Glancing at him, I shrug. “Gotta make sure the birthday boy sleeps really well. It’s tradition.”

It’s true, this is how we spent birthdays as soon as we went through puberty. So much history, and now we have Liliana and Rachelle joining us.

Glancing up at the entrance to the room, I see that Lili is gone. Whatever she was looking for, she must have found it. Rachelle is in good hands.

Listening as Elijah grunts and moves to pull her up so she’s sitting on his cock, my lips twitch in amusement.

“Ride me,” he rasps. “Take what you need. I want to fill this sweet pussy up so much you’re reminded of our cocks tomorrow during breakfast.”

“You’re such a dick,” she says with a smirk, but her hips are already moving.

Yes, she’ll definitely keep us in line.

One Week Later

RACHELLE

I’m walking through the streets of Santa Barbara with my mom shopping. God, it’s so normal. There’s no more danger, the weather is warm again against my skin, and I’m wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a cute crop top.

“Those are cute,” she says, pointing at a pretty pair of heels.

The guys have a party with their investors soon to celebrate how well the club is performing. Business truly is booming, and there’s no signs that the Kings Society is thinking about retaliating against us with the proof of their many transgressions looming over their heads.

“They would work for the party,” I muse, gazing at the sparkly gold shoes.

Mom coaxed me out of the house with the promise of helping me shop for this party, insisting that I shouldn’t do it online.

There was also the mention of food. Theo, Elijah, Liliana, and Jared are at classes today, and Ignacio told me he was meeting with a student adviser at UCSB about “transferring”.

We all know that Theo is just going to pop him into the system as a new student and call it a day.

Ignacio wanted to discuss taking a placement exam that would help him decide the best major for him.

His dad had a long talk with him about how he doesn’t have to follow in his footsteps if he doesn’t want to, but that there will always be a place for him to expel ruinous energy by killing people.

Emil wants to push into the high end restaurant and club business with a side of weapon running. I think he wants to stop looking over his shoulder all of the time and I can’t fault him for it. After just two years of it, I’m happy I no longer have to do it.

“Rachelle,” Mom begins once I’m trying on the shoes in the boutique. We’re alone on this side of the store, and I raise my brow. “Ugh, don’t look at me like that.”

“Are you about to give me the ‘Mom’ lecture?” I ask, standing to make sure I can walk in the shoes. No matter how pretty, if I’m going to break my face, I won’t buy them.

“Kind of,” she admits. “Are you sure this isn’t some kind of Stockholm syndrome?”

Barking out a laugh, I shake my head as I practice walking in the shoes. They have a decent platform, and there’s no pain as I walk.

“They only kidnapped me once,” I remind her. “No, this isn’t Stockholm, Mom. Besides, Liliana wouldn't hesitate to kill them if they hurt me. She’s practicing her wedding vows already, and she’s determined to add that in.”

“You’re so young,” she sighs.

“And life is short,” I add. “We’re not getting married for a year anyway, a little longer. Jared wants us all to be twenty-one before we do it. Lots of time to prepare and do the fun planning things, even though it’ll be a small wedding.”

“Okay, I am excited for that,” she says. “I just got you back, and you’re already living with them.”

“To be fair, I didn’t choose that initially. A judge ordered that I had to live with my husband when I was remanded into his ‘custody’,” I remind her. “I look back on everything, and I still can’t believe some of the things that have happened this year.”

“I know I can’t,” Mom mumbles before straightening. “You’re right. It’s just hard to know that I blinked and you grew up.”

Smiling, I nod. “I grew up, but didn’t really get to live,” I correct as I walk back to her and sit. “Now, I get to do that, and enjoy every moment with you here.”

A tear slips down her cheek as she nods shakily. “I hate everything you went through,” she rasps. “I’m glad I get to be here now too.”

Slipping my shoes off, I put mine back on and walk up to the cashier. Mom is right. There’s a certain thrill in buying things in person. My anxiety exists now in certain circumstances, but the world at large is less scary.

“I’d like to buy these please,” I tell the woman with a smile as I pull out my card.

Two years ago, I’d never have thought of doing this, standing on my own two feet. No fear, not a single shake in my hand as I pass over my payment.

Growth and healing come in many ways, the little light bulb moments I get as I do seemingly normal things tell me exactly how far I’ve come.