They were sitting around her bed in the hospital worried sick about her. She had bruised ribs and markings on her breasts and inner thighs that contained finger marks. They were worried that she could have been raped, and the doctor assured them that there was no sign of that after he did some testing. Watson stared at her beautiful face. It angered him to see the finger marks on her jaw, but he was so proud of her for grabbing the gun as Wegman and Cavanaugh were going to rape her and killing Cavanaugh. Maybe it would be a good thing for her recovery if she didn’t remember doing that and all that had happened while she was drugged.

  “She’s going to need a lot of reassurance and counseling,” Fogerty whispered.

  “Ice said he would help out,” Dell whispered.

  “We’ll take good care of her. Get her whatever she needs to pull her life back together,” Watson said as he thought about what they found out. That she’d grown up in foster care. That she’d put herself through college. Her foster mom, Susan Grace, had filled them in on a lot of Amelia’s life and struggles. Especially dealing with Cavanaugh, and other men before him who had tried to take advantage of her. She fought so hard to get a real life and a safe one. Cavanaugh had taken advantage of her youth and her emotions.

  He heard the soft moan, and Fogerty and Dell were up and right next to her quickly. He walked closer.

  “Easy, sweetie, you’re okay, and you’re safe,” Fogerty said to her and stroked her hair from her face.

  She blinked her eyes open, and Watson was so happy to see those gorgeous blue eyes.

  She coughed, and Dell grabbed the water. ‘We’ll help you sit up. Take only sips. The doctor said you might be nauseous.”

  She shook her head. Tears filled her eyes and then fell.

  “What’s wrong? You’re safe. We’re right here,” Dell said.

  “How? What happened?” she asked, voice cracking.

  “It doesn’t matter. We’ll talk about it another time. Right now what matters is you getting stronger so we can go home and be together,” Watson told her.

  She stared at them and didn’t say a word. Then she just cried and cried as they comforted her.

  “We love you, Amelia. We aren’t going anywhere. Everything will be okay, love. We’ve got you.”

  Epilogue

  Amelia was gasping for breath as she rode Watson’s cock. She felt the cool liquid and then Dell’s finger press into her asshole, and she cried out as she came. Fogerty gripped her hair and face and brought her mouth to his cock. She immediately pulled it into her mouth and got lost in the sensations and the need to please her men. A moment later Dell replaced his finger with his cock and slid right into her wet, needy asshole. They had been at this for days, only taking time to eat and rest then shower and do it all again. They were planning on going to a barbecue at Mike, Phantom and Turner’s in another hour, but she had a feeling that they were going to be late.

  “So incredibly good. I can’t take it. Holy hell, this ass is so fucking tight and warm. I could fuck it forever,” Dell said.

  Fogerty chuckled. “It sure is, and I’m next.”

  “Fuck,” Watson exclaimed and came.

  “Shit,” Dell added and pumped a few more times then came in her ass.

  Fogerty pulled his cock from her mouth, and she moaned. “Fogerty,” she exclaimed.

  “No, baby, I’m coming in that tight ass again,” he said, and Dell slid from her asshole, and then Fogerty lifted her up off of Watson, who moaned in complaint, and then he pressed her to the bed and slid his cock right into her asshole.

  “Oh God, Fogerty! Fogerty!” She screamed out his name. “You’re so big, so hard. I can’t take it. Oh!” she exclaimed, knowing how wild he got when she said such things to him.

  “You can take it. You were made for us, and we were made for you, baby.” He lowered down and suckled against her neck, giving her the chills and somehow turning her on even more so. She shivered and shook then came.

  “Fuck,” Fogerty exclaimed and shot his load into her asshole.

  He held her tight and hugged her gently, her ribs still sore, but she didn’t care. She felt perfect, safe, and loved in their arms and complete, especially when her three lovers filled her with cock. She smiled as he slowly slid out, and then Dell lifted her up into his arms and kissed her.

  “Shower then we get ready,” he said.

  “Do we have to?” she asked, feeling sleepy and content.

  “No,” Watson said.

  “We have to. Everyone is expecting us,” Dell said and brought her into the shower, started it up, and began to wash her hair and clean her up.

  They catered to her in so many ways, wanting to show her how much she meant to them and how caring they were. She hadn’t really spoken too much about her past with them, but what she did tell them obviously gave them the message that she was always a victim, always struggling to be treated right, and they wanted to show her what she meant to them.

  When they were finished, Watson had showered and put out clothes for her to wear. She eyed over the short tight sundress in blue. A color that Watson felt matched her eyes and made them stand out. It had thin spaghetti straps and, of course, matching panties and bra. She placed her hands on her hips.

  “What’s this?”

  Watson gave her a wink. “Come on, baby, for me.” He walked toward her, his hair still damp from his shower, and he smelled so good. He looked incredible, and she would love to just get back into bed and unwrap him. Watson slid his hand to her hip and then under the towel to her ass. “You keep looking at me like that, and we won’t ever socialize again.”

  “I’m good with that,” she whispered and stood up on tiptoes and kissed his lips. He lifted her up and hugged her.

  “Your friends miss you though,” Dell said, drying his hair with a towel and then walking toward the dresser to grab clothes.

  Fogerty walked in and stood by the doorway just as she dropped the towel.

  She glanced at him as Watson sat on the bed, leaned back, and watched her dress.

  She stepped into the thong panties, and Fogerty walked closer. She could feel them watching her as she put on her bra and reached back to clip it, but her ribs were sore.

  “Let me,” Fogerty whispered and leaned down to kiss her bare shoulder then cup both breasts before he pulled back and clipped the bra.

  She adjusted herself and then reached for the dress and felt Fogerty’s palm slide along her ass and then her thigh. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her shoulder.

  “I love you so much. I can’t wait to come back home tonight and make love to you again.”

  She closed her eyes, reached back, and caressed his thighs. “I love you, too. I can’t wait to be unwrapped.”

  “Let’s get her dressed, or we won’t be going anywhere.”

  Watson chuckled, and she felt Fogerty release her, and then she stepped into the dress.

  “I got this,” Watson said, and she turned and he zipped her up, letting his knuckles slide along her spine, and he kissed her shoulder. She looked up at Fogerty, saw the scar from his accident, and it still bothered her. She reached up and stroked his cheek and then the scar. He took her hand and kissed it.

  “Come on,” he said, and she stepped into her sandals and then went to check herself in the mirror and fix her hair before they headed to Mike’s place.

  She felt incredibly nervous until she arrived and was greeted with hugs and kisses and well wishes from everyone. Watson had filled her in on who’d helped to rescue her and also about Wegman being killed, as well.

  As the day went on and everyone talked and enjoyed spending time with good friends, she really began to appreciate her life and how lucky she had been to survive such an ordeal. She was taking things day by day, but with counseling and the help of her lovers and her friends, she had the feeling she would be just fine. When she thought back to the days of her past, the pain, the fears, she knew that they had almost broken her completely and sucked the life from her. Then she’d met Fogerty, Watson, and Dell. Just a little kiss and it had begun her journey to a happy ever after, finding true love, and a life worth fighting for and worth living.

  THE END

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