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I let her come down from her high before I allow myself to snap. I pump into her about five more times before I bury myself to the hilt, emptying everything I have to give into her. This was, by far, the best sex of my life.

Pulling out of her, I bring her legs down and rub her hips. She gives me a weak smile as I kiss her tummy before bringing myself to lie up alongside her. I push her hair back behind her ear, “That was amazing, Birdie.”

“Thank you, John.”

“What for?”

“For giving me what I needed. For taking care of me as I needed and wanted. For loving me.”

Tears well in her eyes as her emotions—I assume—from our fight and sex take over. I pull her into my body, kiss her forehead and hold her.

“You don’t have to thank me, Birdie. I was born to love you.”

Nine

Aletta

“So, is there a reason why we’re in the middle of the fields?” I ask out to the group of women that dragged me out here.

The girls are all sitting around a fire pit out in the pasture, cows are roaming, and we’re sitting here as if this is normal. I guess for these women, it is.

“This is where we come to let go of everything.”

“Talk about the guys.”

“Scream out our frustrations.”

“Or get shot.”

“I’m sorry. Did one of you seriously just say get shot?” All of them were speaking on top of each other. It’s amazing I heard anything they’d said, but that, I heard that. Why the fuck they’re proud of getting shot like…. What? “Please tell me you’re joking. Need I remind you I am pregnant?”

“God, don’t be so dramatic,” Ashlynn waves her hand, “it was one time.”

I can’t help but laugh at how nonchalant she’s being about it. “One time is one too many. What the hell happened?”

They proceeded to tell me how they had come out here to scream and get their emotions out after some pretty fucked up shit went down. The guys didn’t know they were out in the fields and were protecting their own. El ended up getting shot in the crossfire.

“She was perfectly fine, but Judge and Jonny lost their shit,” Bri tells me, “Omen ended up leaving with Dizz because he couldn’t take the guilt.”

“Damn, that’s fucking rough,” I say as I take a drink of my water. The women are all drinking while I’m the designated walker and hopefully make better choices person. It doesn’t take long for me to feel like I’m part of their little inner circle. I’ll admit, I was worried about Audrina. Not because I wanted—or want—Rambo, but because I was worried that she thought I did.

I’m not the type of girl that has a lot of friends, and the ones I do have, the majority of them, are men. I relate better to them. Girls are, well, girls. We’re petty and catty and so dramatic, oh my god. Case in point, have you met Ashlynn? Regardless, these girls are all making me feel like I belong, and for that, I’m grateful.

“Okay, what are we harping on about tonight?” Ashlynn asks.

I look around the circle as Bri, Ellie, and Audrina do the same.

“Hey, don’t look at me. This is my first time to the you might get shot hanging out with us fire pit. What do you normally talk about?”

“Sex.”

“That was really creepy with all of you saying it at the same time. Really? That’s it?” I sit and ponder for a moment before the light bulb goes off. “Oh shit. Is it because all the guys are so bad at it?” I keep my face and tone neutral, but I’m kidding. Kinda. Maybe. I might not be. Why else would they always talk about it? Oh, unless it’s, like, really, really good. Damn.

“Is that a real question? You’ve seen the men we’re all fucking, right?” Ashlynn asks as she looks at me like I’m a dumbass.

“Well, yeah. Just because all of your guys are good-looking doesn’t mean they know what the fuck they’re doing.”

They all start laughing, and all of them give me some version of yes, they know what they’re doing. It then went into who has the biggest cock out of all of them because, of course, it did.

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