Page 23 of Wicked Deceit
“Okay? O-fucking-kay?” Seger gapes, shaking his head in disbelief. “That’s it?”
“That’s it,” I confirm through a sigh, and they all relax.
“Do you want a shower before we lay down?” Chase asks, coming to kneel in front of me.
His large palms rub up and down my thighs, soothing the tension in my muscles away. And those eyes, those beautiful gray eyes, fill to the brim with concern at the sight of me. He catalogs every bruise lining my face, moving down to the cast again with sorrow in his eyes.
“A shower sounds good,” I rasp through a tired sigh.
Leaning into Chase’s warm and inviting embrace, he picks me up with ease. Maneuvering me into his arms bridal style, he shifts me through the doorway to the bathroom.
Zepp comes into the bathroom with his shirt off and a garbage bag. Together, they wrap my broken arm, securing it from the water. Our clothes disappear from our bodies, and we jump into the warmth of the shower. My body shivers, adjusting to the heat boiling over my body, but ever so slowly, every ounce of tension leaves me.
Chase stands behind me, holding me upright with his hands under my armpits. I lean back into him, resting my head on his shoulder, and shut my eyes. A shudder runs through me when Zepp’s warm hands roam all over my body, making sure the water washes away everything. A hint of his manly soap hits my nose when a soft washcloth slowly glides over every inch of my flesh. I hum in satisfaction when he washes every bit of me, not leaving anything out of his perusal. But it’s not sexual, it’s caring and loving. And I know when my eyes grow heavy and my head feels like a boulder, I’m well cared for.
I’m barely awake when the four of them maneuver my tired as hell body out of the shower. I lean on one, burying my face in their chest, and the others surround us, running warm towels over my body–unleashing my arm from its bag prison–and through my hair. A firm set of arms picks me up and slowly carries me into the bedroom. They lay me flat on the cushy bed and get me dressed. Soft pants encase my legs, and a loose T-shirt hangs from my body when they wrap me in their warmth and the comforter.
I sigh in satisfaction, burying my face in whoever rests in front of me. They curl their fingers carefully in my hair and leave a lingering kiss on my head. This is the damn life, having all my boys surrounding me as I fall asleep in this gigantic bed meant for us.
“Goodnight, baby,” Seger whispers against my head, leaving another soft kiss.
“Sleep well, Sunshine,” Chase whispers, curled up tightly to my other side.
“Sweet dreams, Baby Girl,” Zepp says from above me in a soft voice, running his fingers through my damp hair.
Carter squeezes my calf from below. “Night, Sweetheart,” he mumbles, shifting closer to my legs.
“Goodnight, boys,” I whisper, closing my eyes and curling into Seger more.
They mumble another goodnight, and that should be my cue to sleep. Really, it should be. But my brain roars like a hurricane barreling through, constantly reminding me of what happened just a few days ago. Our car wreck. The singing voice. Everything that we went through that I can remember. My entire body tenses in my boys' grasps, and my breaths pick up as I’m hit with a barrage of images playing on repeat.
The cherry on top? What the hell did I say on pain medication when I was passed out? It should be my last concern, considering I almost died. But it’s the best worry to focus on because I can get an answer to it.
“What the hell did I tell my mom on drugs?” I mumble against Seger’s bare chest. He stiffens his hold on me, and then his chest shakes with laughter. Great, this can’t be a good sign. He’s laughing at me.
“Oh, Sunshine, I don’t think you want to know,” Chase mutters sleepily from the other side, tightening his fingers on my waist.
“Tell me,” I huff. “But please don’t tell me I told her everything.”
Zepp snorts, muttering incoherently from above, moving his fingers through my hair again.
“Not everything,” Seger confirms through a tired sigh.
“Just how much you needed us there and how much you loved us and our enormous dicks. It was flattering,” Chase says, smiling against me and holding back his laugh.
Seger’s chest vibrates more when a full-on belly laugh explodes from him. “Really fucking flattering, especially when she went into detail. Every. Little. Detail.” He punctuates each word dramatically for an added effect.
My heart stops inside my chest. Like dead. Not moving. At least, that’s what I want. Rip it from my chest and bury me below the house. I never want to face my mom again or them. Maybe I’ll become a nun and stow away in the nunnery, hiding behind black robes. Then they’ll never find me.
“I said what?!” I hiss, eyes widening. “I did not!” Dear God, I sat in a car with her for over thirty minutes, and she didn’t mention a thing. Not letting on that she knew, she drove me around asking me all kinds of questions, and she knew all the answers. What the fuck?
“Go back to sleep, Baby Girl. Your mom just waved it off and laughed about it. She thought you were hallucinating,” Zepp says through a yawn, playing with my hair again.
“I seriously said that?” I hiss again, swallowing hard.
How could they have looked my mother in the eyes after I said that about their dicks? Oh my God, no wonder my mom had the sex safety talk with me! She knew I knew.
“Apparently, I have a fucking baseball bat for a dick?” Carter says, lifting his head off the bed to meet my horrified eyes. “Very flattering, Vixen,” he murmurs, rubbing my leg.
