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1 fell asleep within seconds of Tres undering us, pleasantly sore from him taking me. When I woke in the morning, I was disappointed to see dark storm clouds mling in across the lake. I slid out of bed, padding ever to the desser and putting on some wrmer clothes, then wept around to where Drew was still sleeping and pressed a gentle kiss against his hips, before heading downstates. It was still pretty edily, but I saw Patrick sitting on the couch reading something on his tablet so i made my way over to him. When he quitted me, he set aside the tablet and opened his dams an I could chunk into his lap.

Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?” He asked, tuining my fave toward him and pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

“Yeah, I really did; I was out almost as soon as my head hit the pi

pilluse,” I said, cuddling closer to him. Patrick let out a deep chuckle as he wrapped his arms around

bet, you did. It sounded like you were really enjoying your night; it’s no wonder you were so tired. Patrick said, his breath brushing against my ear and sending chills down my body. Blushing Ibanied my face against his neck.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be so loud, I said to Patrick’s neck. I’m sure my face was bet ned by the time Patrick pried me away from his neck and maneuvered me so I was looking at him

Don’t ever apologize for expressing your pleasure, love,” Patrick said firmly. “Do you have any idea how happy, and tuned on it made me to hear you enjoy yourself and know that one of us was making sure you were being taken care of so well?

“Oh god, I’m yo embarrassed. I groaned. I tried to bury my head against Patrick’s no again, but he stopped me.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

“There is nothing to be embarrassed about, my love, he said gently, capping my face his hands, know you were raised in hell and that trust, open communication, and sadety are things you are not used to having. But I can promise you with confidence that none of us went to bed unhappy or jealous last night. Personally, I jerked off several times, listening to your screams of pleasure when you came, and I wasn’t kealous or mad that it wasn’t me inside of you for a second.” I gave him a skeptical look, still not sure if I totally believed that no one was jealous or upset about last night, so being brave and trusting Patrick and his talk about open communication, I told him at that,

Thank you for telling me that, love. Once everyone has had coffee and breakfast, we should sit down and have a family meeting. I know you have had conversations with all of us, but I think if we were all together to talk and abwer questions, you would feel much better, Patrick sensed my sudden spike in anxiety because he pulled me in close to him, wrapping has arm around me, in a comforting hug. 1 focused on slowing my breathing, trying to match it to Patrick’s slow, even breaths. Patrick was quietly whispering encouragement, placing my hand on his chest, covering it with his so I could feel him breathing. When I managed to get my breathing under control, Patrick placed a gentle kiss on my forehead and whispered good girl.

After several minutes of sitting quietly, with Patrick running his hand up and down my back to help me relax and pressing kisses against my forehead and cheek, he said up straighter, “I promise nothing had or negative will come from us all sitting down to talk love. In the meantime, would you like to help me get coffee started

figure out what we are going to rawke for breakfast?” Taking one more deep breath, I nodded and slid off Patrick’s lap.

He took my hand, walking next to me as we entered the kitchen; giving my hand squeeze, he asked if I would mind starting breakfast while he got coffee going nodded and went to explore what was in the pentry Flicking on the light to the encumous walk-in pantry, I began to examine the shelves. Sputting inverything I would need to make homemade biscuits, I began gathering the ingredients, placing dem on the counter, and going back for the rest. Once I had everything I needed, I began looking through the fridge: I was excited to see an unopened package of seusage, and decided I would make biscuits and gravy. Pulling the cold ingredients bat, and setting them aside, I began on the hiscuits, I had just spread our on the countertop, ready to start rolling out the dough, when I felt someone coming up behind me. I felt my body start to tense, but I reminded myself no one here would hurt me and immediately relaxed. Patrick noticed my change in posture and came forward until his front was pressed against my back Wapping his arms around my waist he whispered he was proud of me, then asked what I was making.

1 dusted my hands and the rog Pin with flour and then emptied the dough onto the floured counter. In making homemade biscuits and griny,” I told him, beginning to roll out the dough as Patrick watched. I don’t have a lot of good memores from my childhood, but I know when I was younger my father wash t drinking like he did as got older. One of my good memories is when I must have been seven or eight, he taught me how to make this recipe. Once I got good at it, i can remember asking to make it several weekends a month. At one point, he told me was better at making it than he was Luffed but felt sad inside, that I hadn’t been enough to keep my father saber, and things had tumed so homible soon after.

Patrick must have noticed

going the dusting of flour, he tipped my head up as I was looking at him. “The sorry, love; I didn’t mean to upset you” He said, brushing flour off my face my mood change even though I tried to hide it because he sun me around, surprising me, causing me to shriek, and coating us both in forming down and kissing me

“You didn,” I promised him and then proceeded to explain what I had been thinking. When I finished talking, Patrick gathered me in a tight hug.

Thank you for suring my love. I know a fact, and you can ask the others if you don’t believe me, but you are enough my love, and I will spend every day for the rest of my life proving it to you. You will never be thated the that by any of us, or

if I can help it. Patrick said. Ignoring the flour this time, he pulled

the closer and gow me a deep kiss. When we finally broke apart, he spon me back and so I was facing the floured counter again, and squeezing my butt, asked hurt he could do to help.

1 pointed Patrick in the direction of the stove, telling him what to do to start on the gravy, while I cut out the biscuits and put them into the oven. The biscuits were almost done, and I was standing next to Patrick at the stove when the other guys started trailing into the kitchen, commenting on how good whatever we were moking smelled. After getting a kiss from each of my pays, I directed them to the coffee and told them to go sit at the table and that breakfast would be ready in just a few minutes. When the time went off I pulled out the lays of biscuits, setting them aside to cool for a couple minutes while I cut up some fresh fruit. I asked Patrick to post the guy into a bowl and bring it to the table, I followed a minute later with the biscuits and fresh fruit.

After placing everything on the table, lake jumped up and brought me a fresh cup of coffer, I thanked him with a tall the compliments the gas give as they demolished breakfast.