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Right then, the boys come in, dropping off a few bags of fruit, veggies, and potatoes.

“He knows how to make porridge,” Trevor comments.

“Any bloke can make porridge,” Leon replies.

“Everyone’s bags are by the staircase,” JoJo says, walking in and grabbing an apple from the plastic bag. “These are all from Jodi’s garden.”

“And meat?” I question.

They all look to Mickey, who replies, “There’s a farm back there. Don’t tell me you forgot how to get your hands dirty.” He nods out the window.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Lily

After cleaning myself up, I get dressed and brush my hair. As I look at myself in the mirror, I realize this is the longest I’ve gone without wearing makeup. I wouldn’t say I necessarily need makeup, but I enjoy getting all dolled up. Standing here with a bare face, this feeling I can’t quite describe starts bubbling in my throat. I pick at random pieces of my hair, once down to my hips now rest just above my shoulders. Never in my life have I had hair this short. I don’t hate it, but the cause of it leaves a salty taste in my mouth. Since I was the highlight of the auction, Vidalia had a hairdresser fix the choppy cut he had given me himself. I shake the thought of that brute from my head, but it’s only replaced by a different brute.

Killian’s naked body is still pressed in the back of my mind. Dirty thoughts invade my brain, and I feel dirty about how turned on they make me. After what I had gone through, I didn’t think I’d want a man to ever touch me again, but my body is screaming for him. I want his mouth, hand, and dick on me, around me, inside me. How am I supposed to control myself when I can’t control what’s going on inside my head?

I want to stay in my room, but my stomach growling is going to make it impossible. So, I suck it up and head downstairs, but stop when I hear multiple voices. The walls start to close in on me. Who was here? Why? Was I being given to someone? My mind races with thoughts that I have to push aside. Killian’s smart enough to know he needs me alive and close to him.

I hear the banter between Killian and what I soon make out to be his brothers. I sit on the bottom stairs just listening.

“Come on, Killian, you haven’t thought once to tap that.”

“Enough,” Killian commands.

“So you don’t mind if one of us has a go?”

“I prefer no one touch her.” Killian’s tone is firm.

“Big tits, small waist, luscious hips.” Followed by a whistle.

The twins are tag-teaming, and normally hearing men gush over me feeds my ego, but right now it makes me feel ashamed. Yet the twisted part is that I want Killian to want me. His voice sends electricity through my veins.

“Not hungry?” Mickey steps into view.

I look up at him, holding a piece of bread with jam in one hand and a mug in the other. “Don’t want to interrupt the locker room talk.”

“Aye, the twins like to run their mouth. I’m just glad I get a break today. I’ll let Killian bask in on what he misses out on.” He laughs. “Come on, have some food.”

I get up and walk into the dining room with Mickey, and all goes quiet. Killian looks between us.

“Eat,” Killian tells me.

The dining room has a bowl at the center full of porridge, and scattered around on the table are toppings like honey and various fruits cut up. There is a pot of coffee, milk, and sugar as well. There’s also a basket of fresh bread cut into slices with jam and butter to choose from.

“She heard you yapping,” Mickey calls them out.

But I’m the only one blushing.

“Sorry,” Trevor says. “It was really just to pick on Killian here.”

Leon adds, “We don’t bite.”

I smirk. “Even if you did, you wouldn’t be able to get near me.”

The twins lift their brows in amusement.