Chapter 3
Lily
" E than, Eric...Is that you?" I responded to the distant voice passing through my subconscious. Though dizzy, I came to my feet, walking toward the sliver of light shining through the locked door. "I'm in here!" I coughed, the dust thick in the room, weighing down on my lungs.
"Lily? Babe, I'm coming!" It was Ryan's voice and tears filled my eyes.
"Sweetheart, are you in here?" Matt's voice was loud and clear.
"Yes! Yes! I am." I pressed my face up to the door. The bass of his voice moved through it.
"I'm about to kick the door in, so move out of the way, okay?!" Ethan warned.
My blood blasted through my veins, playing irregular rapid beats on my heart. A yell, a few thumps, and the door flew open. Daylight shocked my light-starved eyes and I blinked a few times before I could make out my four men rushing toward me. They all took turns hugging me and kissing me, each touch doing a little bit more each time to take the trauma of my captivity away. It was so good to be wrapped up in their solid arms again, to be engulfed by their heady colognes intermingling with each other. I broke down in their arms, noting how close I'd come to never seeing them again.
"Where's the bastard?" Eric growled as he cradled my face and his hand came in contact with the dampness on my head. "I'm going to kill him! Let's get you to the hospital."
Scooped up in Ryan's arms, I struggled to stay awake. When my eyes opened again, I was laying on a king-sized bed in a bedroom as big as my house. I jumped in shock.
"Hey, hey. It's okay. You're okay." Ryan's voice settled me.
"You're awake." A choked-up Ethan took my hand.
"How are you feeling?" Eric hurried toward my bed, kissing me on the forehead.
"You scared the hell out of us." Matt gasped, sitting at my feet and stroking his hand up and down my shin.
"Hmmm. That feels good." I responded to the roughness of his palm against my legs. Oh my goodness, did I even shave? My skin heated in embarrassment at whether or not I'd been bathed. Maybe flirting wasn't the best idea at the moment. Damn, did my breath smell?
"How long have I been out for?" I tipped my chin toward my neck, conscious of not opening my mouth too much just in case my breath was kicking. My voice came out in a rasp and it burned to speak.
"I'll get you some water." Matt squeezed my leg before rushing out the door.
"About two weeks. We weren't sure you were going to make it." Eric cleared his throat.
"Two weeks?!" I balked, sitting up straighter in the luxurious mattress. I bet I slept for two weeks because this thing was so damn perfect. In comparison to my old mattress that was tired and worn, the springs making themselves obvious below the worn-out padding on the too-firm surface, this was heaven. Honestly, if this was the shit they were used to, they were saints for not complaining about my bed. "Where's my mother?" I gasped, looking around as I recalled leaving her all alone in that house. "Is she okay?" My heart pounded.
"Relax. She's okay. She's in her room." Ethan smiled at me as Matt re-entered the room.
As I accepted the water and sipped from the straw on my own, despite Matt treating me like an invalid, bless him, I allowed myself to take in the view. Transparent doors looked out onto vibrant trees and tranquil water.
"So, this is it, huh?" I asked. My throat was already much better, the room temperature water doing the trick. "The Airbnb?" I noted.
Since reuniting with Eric and meeting the rest of the guys, I hadn't visited them at the Airbnb. This was how they lived? Wow. I couldn't imagine being able to afford this. I was more embarrassed of where I lived now. Their humility shone brighter and my heart bloomed in love for them.
"What? Oh." Matt grinned. "This is home. Our home. Yours too, if you'll accept it."
"What?!" The word ran from my mouth as my ears played catch up to their words.
"You don't have to think about it right now." Ryan assured me. "We're just glad you're awake." He kissed my hand. "So glad." He moved closer to kiss my cheek and I tightened.
"What's the matter?" He pulled back to ask.
"It's just that...if I've been asleep for two weeks, I doubt I smell very good. So, one of y'all better show me to the bathroom. I'm dying for a shower." For the first time, I glanced at myself in the mirror in the far corner of the wide room and I wished I hadn't. "Oh no. My hair!" I grabbed it running my hand through the greasy strands plastered to my head. "I look terrible." Gently, I pushed at Ethan to move out of the way so I could get to the bathroom as soon as possible.
"Hey, hey! Steady." He placed his hands on my waist as I stood up in a rush. The rest of the guys surrounded me like I was going to shatter like glass any second now. I was a bit dizzy, I'd admit, but it was nothing for them to be treating me like I was fragile.
"Will one of you show me to the bathroom before I crawl into a hole and hide?! I look awful." I gasped, pulling at this nightgown. Where did they get this nightgown from? My mother's closet?
They grinned.
"You're beautiful," Eric reassured me.
"Hardly screaming 'sex' though, am I?" I asked, irritated that we weren't on our way to the bathroom.
"You're always sexy." Ryan deepened his voice, and I almost believed he wasn't lying to me, especially when he gave me a gentle slap on the ass. Oh, that wasn't enough. He awakened a burning hunger in me, and I was ready for more. After all, it had been weeks.
When they started walking, I breathed a sigh of relief. We didn't have to leave the bedroom for the grand master bathroom. Again, my mouth dropped.
"Would you like me to run you a bath? Or would you rather the shower? Of course not, that's a stupid question. I'll run you a bath, so you can rest your legs." Eric hurried off toward the bathtub.
"I've been resting for two weeks," I said, already stepping out of my clothes, anxious to get clean. And even a little dirty after.
"Lily." Ryan hissed as my nightgown fell to the floor.
"Besides, that shower looks big enough for five," I purred, walking out ahead of them and pulling open the glass shower doors. Turning on the faucet, I sighed when the water drenched my hair and body. They all stared at me bug-eyed. "What are you waiting for? I'll need someone in here after all, I don't want to slip and fall." I teased. "I'll need someone else to wash my back." Smiling, I soaped my rag and started moving it over my body.
Matt cleared his throat. "You're not ready. The nurse will have to check up on you."
I slipped the rag through the valley of my breasts, down my belly and between my legs. "Just be gentle with me."
Ethan was fully bricked up, and I locked eyes with him. "I should leave," he said.
I rolled my eyes at him and locked eyes with Eric. He shook his head, sauntering over to the shower and leaning into the glass. "You need to behave," he grinned.
"Come on. If I get tired, there's even a bench." I pointed at the curved shower seat. It was like a bench in a locker room, it was so huge. "Although, I'd much rather sit on your lap." I gasped as the fibers of the rag brushed over my hardening clit. His eyes darkened. We looked at each other for a few seconds, both daring the other, before he swore, pulling off his white T-shirt and slipping out of his black sweatpants and underwear in one swoop.
My heart kicked up at the sight of his hard body. "Yes," I panted when he lifted me off the floor. He held me for a moment, kissing my neck slowly, until I was slick with heat. I closed my eyes at the sparks shooting off inside my body, at how Eric's wet body slipped against mine. Before long, my eyes opened from the lips, arms, and warmth of my other men surrounding me. Ethan's thick, long dick slapped my back. Another cock rested against one ass cheek. Eric pressed up against my entrance and another cock poked my leg, all while their tongues lapped at the water on my skin.
I moaned, on the verge of an orgasm before either of them entered me.
An old creaking sound caught my attention and my heart dropped. "What's that?!" I looked around in a rush.
"What's what?" Eric smiled, but I was frozen now.
Footsteps moved closer and all my men began to blend into one blurry vision.
"You don't hear that?" I gripped them harder, but the harder I gripped, the more the image of them faded away.
No! Wait! Where are you going? Come back! Footsteps echoed against metal and the lights in the house flickered into darkness.
"Guys? Guys?!" My voice wobbled as it became clear to me that I was on my own with whoever was coming closer. I'd like to run away, but my legs didn't work. My head pounded and dust clogged my nose. Opening my heavy eyes, I saw two shadowy figures and their words were clear as day.
"If we don't get her to a hospital, she's going to bleed out from that wound, and she's going to die." One of the shadows argued. Were they talking about me?
"She'll be fine." The other voice dismissed the first speaker.
"No, she ain't! I knew this was a bad idea. Not only are we guilty of kidnapping, but we're going down for murder." That voice was familiar. "I shouldn't have let you talk me into this. I don't like the tramp, but I ain't never killed nobody before."
"Will you stop overreacting?!" A slap followed and I was tempted to ask them if they could keep the noise down, my head was killing me.
"I'm not overreacting. Look at her! She's pale as hell and muttering to herself. Her head's infected. Even I know that. She has to get to the hospital." The voice became clearer to me. It was one that had served to haunt me for years.
Peering through the darkness, I forced my eyes to focus, but that did nothing. All there was, was darkness, and the outlines of two men arguing. The attempt wore me out, and a sharp pain sliced through my head again, knocking me out.