Shattered Girl (Emmy)

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When the plane finally landed and came to a stop, I released the breath I had been holding. I happily followed the guys onto solid ground again, wondering if the guys would consider driving home. Jamie led us out of the airport to a waiting black SUV. Patrick helped me into the backseat. buckling me in; Drew slid in next to me while the twins climbed into the third row. Patrick joined us in the back after speaking with Jamie and a new man waiting with the car. Jamie climbed into the passenger seat while the new man got behind the wheel, Patrick introduced us all to the new man, whose name was Sean. He would be back up security so that Jamie could take breaks. After greeting us, Sean started to the car, following the line of vehicles away from the airport.

After what seemed like forever, Sean pulled up in front of a beautifully restored hotel in the historic Port District of Portland, Patrick helped me out of the back and led me inside while the other guys piled out and helped Jamie and Sean with our bags.

Once inside, I wandered around the lobby, looking at all the black and white pictures that were displayed along one wall while Patrick got us checked in. This whole area looked like a fun place to explore; maybe I could talk the guys into returning and spending more than one night next time. The guys came into the lobby just as Patrick was getting the key to our room, and we followed him over to the elevator. Jamie held the elevator door as we all squeezed in, leaving Sean with the luggage cart and bellhop to come up next. The elevator took us to the top floor, and we stepped out to a beautiful view of the bay in the late afternoon sun. Only three rooms were on this floor: the suite we stayed in and two smaller rooms for Jamie and Sean. Patrick passed Jamie a key card, then led the way to our room; unlocking the door, he stepped back and let me go first. I stepped inside and turned around in a circle, utterly surprised.

"This isn't a hotel room; it's an apartment," I said in shock. Patrick just laughed as he walked by, stopping to kiss me before he started opening doors and exploring. I looked around, taking everything in. There was a small kitchen area with a fridge, microwave, and sink. A table with four chairs was placed between the kitchen and sitting area. The seating area had two comfortable-looking couches across from a flatscreen TV. On the opposite wall was a sliding glass door that led out onto a balcony with a view of the bay. Patrick stuck his head out of one of the rooms, motioning me over.

"This is your room, love; go look." he said, grinning.

I stepped into the room and squealed.

"Holy shit, this is enormous." I giggled, looking around. There was a massive bed on one side of the room, a small seating area with a couch and TV next to French doors that looked like they led out to the balcony. I opened the door on the other side of the bed and found a large bathroom. There was a shower that could easily hold four people and a jetted tub that could easily hold two or three people,

1 heard footsteps behind me and turned, still giggling to show off the tub I was seriously considering living in, to find Jake leaning against the door jam.

"Look at the size of that tub, and it has jets, and look at all the pretty bath stuff." I pointed to the tub with a shelf behind it that held a collection of bath salts, oils, and bath bombs, Josh chuckled, wrapping his arms around me, and resting his hands on my hips. "I love how excited you get about new things sweetheart." Jake said, turning me around and giving me a deep kiss.

"Some of the guys went with Sean to a nearby market to get drinks and snacks for later. Patrick has made dinner reservations for the re downstairs, but it's not until six thirty. Your bag is in your room if you would like to change. Or you can take a shower Erst. We have plenty of time."

restaurant

I went back into the bedroom, taking Jake's hand as I passed, pulling him along with me. I spotted my bag, and placed it up on the bed, opening it, and searching for something comfortable to wear.

"How fancy is the restaurant?" I asked Jake.

- Not wery,

it's pretty casual." He told him, flopping down on the other side of the bed to watch me.

"Good, this should work fine then." I pulled out a cute light blue sundress that went nicely with the lightweight cardigan I had packed. I pulled both out of my bag, hanging them in the closet hoping any wrinkles they had from being packed would be less noticeable by dinner. Pulling out a tank top and shorts, 1 looked over at lake.

"I'm going to take a shower and change." I told him.

-You want some help sweetheart?" Jake asked, wiggling his eyebrows at me suggestively.

"Sure, you can wash my back." I said walking into the bathroom, and laughing as I listened to lake scramble off the bed, while trying to pull his shirt off at the same time. I walked to the shower, turning it on full blast, then finding some towels, and hanging them next to the shower door. I was starting to pull off my shirt, when Jake came up behind me, helping me slide the shirt over my splint. 1 lifted my arms so he could unwrap my ribs, then milled Chapter 43

my splint. Jake took step back inspecting my ribs.

"Your ribs look really good sweetheart, the bruises are really starting to fade." He said, going to check the water temperature, adjusting it, then leading me into the shower.

Jake took his time washing my hair before moving on to the rest of my body. He carefully took my bad hand in his, running the soapy washcloth over it. He carefully moved to my ribs next. Once he was done with my ribs, he carefully turned me around, and with that sexy smile of his, he dropped to his knees, and began running the cloth down my leg, slowing down and paying extra attention to my inner thighs causing my core to clench as I let out a little whimper. Jake gave a sexy chuckle, obviously pleased with himself. Standing up, he adjusted the shower head, and led me to the built in shower bench, making sure the water had warmed the tile bench, he told me to sit, then adjusted me to. position he was happy with. Dropping back to his knees, I moaned as he ran his fingers up my slit, spreading my pussy lips so he could see my clit. Then leaning forward he circled my clit with his tongue. He had me close to coming within seconds, alternating between licking, and sucking my clit into his mouth to gently bite it. He slid a finger inside my tight hole, while biting down on my clit at the same time, and I came apart, moaning as my pussy clamped down like a vice on Jake's finger. When my orgasm started to fade, he stood up, leaving his finger deep in my pussy, he leaned over and kissed me, while sliding his finger in and out, making sure to tease my g-spot. I was heading toward my second orgasm, panting as lake continued to fuck my pussy with his finger, when there was a knock on the bathroom door. We both froze, and when Josh called out that they were back from the market. I let out the breath I had been holding, Jake slid his finger out of me, helping me stand. He turned off the water and led me out of the shower. Chapter 44

Jake handed me a towel, and we both dried off. I dressed and brushed out my hair, letting it dry naturally: I threw it up in a messy bun. I walked into the main sitting area and joined Drew on the couch.

"How are you feeling, Angel?" Drew asked.

"Much better now that I had a shower and am on solid ground." 1 replied, sliding closer to him so he would cuddle with me. Patrick brought me a bottle of water and a bag of trail mix while Drew flipped through the TV stations, stopping at a baseball game. I wrinkled my nose at the TV, but when i spotted the chocolate candy mixed in with the nuts and dried fruit, I forgot about the game on TV and hegan picking out the candy. Drew laughed as he watched me hunt for the candy, ignoring the rest of the snack, murmuring to myself happily.

"Angle. what are you doing? 1 looked up at Drew, confused for a moment.

"Oh, sorry, I zoned out for a second. I'm picking out all the chocolate first. Chocolate makes me happy, and it fixes everything." I grinned at went back to my search for the candy.

"Make a note, guys, chocolate makes our girl happy." Mike joked; I glanced his way and popped a candy into my mouth.

"Yep, I will forgive you for almost anything if you bring me chocolate."

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"Baby girl, you are too cute for words right now." Josh said, joining us on the couch. He reached over and snagged the bag of trail mix out of my hand.

"Hey, that's just mean, Josh, it's my chocolate" I tried to climb over him to get my treat back, but he put it out of reach and sat me back where I was. I took a breath, ready to complain some more when Josh stopped me with that damn sexy eyebrow lift that he did. I shut my mouth and waited impatiently to see what he would do.

"Good girl." Jash said, making me squirm at his knowing smirk. He then picked up the bowl I hadn't seen him bring over and poured my bag of trail mix into it, then added a second bag before handing it back to me.

"Mm, more chocolate; thank you, Josh, you're my favorite for the rest of the day." Josh beamed as the other guys loudly complained about him being the favorite. I tried to ignore them, humming to myself about chocolate. Drew wrapped his arm around me, the baseball game forgotten.

"Angel, that's unfair; why is Josh the favorite?"

"Well, you're all my favorite, but when one of you does something really sweet, they are my favorite until someone else does something sweet." 1 explained." Patrick was my favorite because he took me on my first flight, Drew for bringing me stomach medicine and water, Mike for letting me cuddle with him, even with the risk of me getting sick, Jake for helping me wash my hair, and now Josh for bringing me more chocolate. With all the guys grinning now, I went back to my hunt for chocolate, and the guy's attention went back to their game.

Once full of chocolate, I got up and wandered over to a bookcase I had spotted earlier. Looking through the selection, I found a book I had not read yet and brought the thriller back to the couch with me. Snagging a throw pillow, I laid it against Drew's hip, curling up and leaning against it; I got sucked into the book. Drew rested his arm on my hip, and Josh pulled my feet out from under me when they began to fall asleep and, placing them in his lap. began rubbing feeling back into them.

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lost in my book but set it aside when it ended. Do we have enough time to explore a little before dinner?" I asked.

The guys all agreed it would be a good idea, and while Patrick sent a message to Liago and Sean, I hurried into my bedroom and changed into the sundress, took my hair out of the messy bun, and ran a brush through it. Cardigan in hand, I was back in the sitting room just as Patrick let Liam into the room.

"I love how fast you get a ready baby girl." Josh said, hugging me. "You always look beautiful, and you're not high maintenance.

Shrugging my shoulders, I told him I never had a chance to take a long time getting ready. There was only one bathroom at my father's house, so long showers and hours spent on makeup were never an option for me. Plus, I had never been interested in makeup much; learning enough to cover up bruises when my dad got violent was as far as my interest went. Josh kissed the top of my head, steering me toward the door after the rest of the guys.

We managed to all squeeze into the elevator. It was a tight fit, but I was small and wedged between Mike and Patrick, resting against Mike's chest. The elevator let us out at the lobby, and the guys followed Mike and me into the late afternoon sun. The following two hours were spent exploring the Historic Port. Liam patiently followed us, waiting outside while I ducked into stores that piqued my interest. We spent the longest time walking along the pier, watching boats come and go and watching the seals that t seemed to appear when fishing boats docked magically. I loved how relaxed andOwned by NôvelDrama.Org.

comfortable we were as a group. I was even getting used to having our silent security guard along, and if he found it strange that I was holding hands or kissing each of the guys at one point or another, he didn't say anything.

We were returning to the hotel when I spotted a small shop that was part bookstore, part coffee shop, with homemade candy on display. When I paused to look, without saying a word, Jake opened the door for me, and I excitedly went inside to explore.

I decided to wander through the bookstore portion first, finding several books I had wanted to read. I restrained myself by only picking out four books that I wanted the most. Setting them on the counter for the cashier, I asked her about the homemade candy on display, and she led me over to the counter, answering questions about the different types and which ones seemed to be favorites. I may or may not have gone wild at the candy counter, just about clearing out the entire case. But in my defense, this had to last for two weeks, and with five guys who all had large appetites, I wanted to make sure I had enough to last. The cashier happily rang up my candy purchase, and I told her not to show me the total and just handed over my card. It felt so nice to buy something I wanted without having to worry about how much it was or what I was going to have to do without it.

I turned, ready to go, and spotted the guys waiting, each holding a bag. When I looked questionly at them, I hadn't seen any of them picking out books while I was wandering around. Patrick said they had picked up a few things themselves while 1 was getting my chocolate fix. Accepting his answer, we left the store heading back to the hotel. When we returned to the lobby, we had almost twenty minutes before our dinner reservation, Jake offered to g to our room with Liam and drop everything off, and the rest of us would see if they could seat us a little early.

Holding Mike's hand, we followed the other guys into the restaurant. Patrick stepped forward, speaking quietly with the young girl at the podium. After a few minutes of typing on the computer, she smiled shyly at Patrick, calling over a server and handing him a pile of menus. We followed him into the dining area to a large table set up in a private dining room. Patrick thanked the waiter, slipping him some money as he left, promising to return for ou drink order in a few minutes.

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