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“Fuck,” Tomas curses as I tighten around him.

Mateo collapses on Tomas which squishes me.

“Get off me,” Tomas grunts at Mateo.

“Shit, sorry,” he curses as he pulls out of Tomas, going to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

I hear the shower turn on, then it’s Tomas’s turn to pull out, making me wince.

He looks at me with concern. “Are you sore? Did we push you too far?”

“No. I’m sore in a good way.” I sigh, feeling content.

Tomas picks my limp body off the bed and carries me into the bathroom.

Mateo opens the shower door for us as the steam swirls around him.

“Come, let me clean you two.” Mateo gives us his trademark dirty smile, and who could ever say no to that?

23

ZOE

“Morning,” I say to Gracie as she enters the kitchen.

“I know why you’re so happy this morning.” She grins, pulling up a stool to the island.

“I don’t know what you mean.” I think the burning hot red cheeks are a giveaway that I know exactly what she’s talking about.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screams, faking an orgasm.

“Shhh.” I place my hand over her mouth. “You so didn’t hear me.”

Her eyes widen, and she nods before bursting out laughing.

“You’re such a bitch,” I tell her, turning my back on her as she falls over laughing.

“I’m assuming that’s what happened. The way those boys look at you, it’s like they are three seconds away from ripping your clothes off.”

I roll my eyes at her.

“Hey, I’m glad you’re happy, especially with all that’s going on.” She pauses. “Will you ever tell me what happened?”

I take a deep breath. I knew she wouldn’t be happy with the version of events I told her.

“Do you really want to know what happened to me? Because once you hear it you can never unhear it.”

“I love you, Zoe. Nothing you tell me can make me love you any less.”

“There are just some things you can’t come back from. Please, Grace, know that as horrific as my experience was, I’m okay. I’m safe now with Mateo and Tomas. I don’t want to go back to that time.”

Tears fall down Gracie’s cheeks. “I’m sorry. I promise I won’t ask again,” she says, jumping up and coming around the island to give me a hug. “Everything that has happened is in the past. Never to be spoken of ever again. I’m here on holidays with my sister and her two hot boyfriends who give her multiple orgasms all night long. And I’m not jealous in the slightest.”

She makes me laugh.

“Let’s have cocktails by the pool like we would if we were on holidays,” Grace says excitedly.

“Did someone say cocktails?” Mateo asks, walking into the kitchen.