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“I’m okay.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You didn’t.”

“No?”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“It doesn’t hurt so bad.” She stroked her hand down his arm and gave her hips a little wiggle, thrusting up to meet him. She let out a moan.

Edge wasn’t small. He was large in every single regard.

Nibbling her lip, she smiled up at him. “I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.”

“Do you want me to take over?” he asked.

“If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t have a problem.” He held her hips, and she watched him.

She let out a gasp as he eased out of her. The instant she made a sound, he stopped. It was really sweet to see how worried he was for her.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked.

“No, it feels different.”

“Good different? Bad different?”

“I don’t know. Don’t stop.”

When it was just the tip of him inside her, he slid right forward, and she gasped again. It didn’t hurt, but it was wonderful.

She couldn’t help but arch up, wanting him to go deeper, to claim her harder.

“Please, Edge,” she said. “I need something.” What did she need? What was she hoping for?

None of it made any sense to her.

Edge took her hands, pushing them to the bed. He lifted himself and began to thrust in and out of her. He did this repeatedly, and she couldn’t stop herself from looking down at where they were joined.

His cock was covered in her arousal as well as a smear of blood, but she didn’t care. She wanted to watch him take her. With each thrust, he got deeper than before, and there was no pain.

He let go of one of her hands, drawing them both above her head.

“Don’t stop me,” he said.

She nodded her head, curious.

He moved a little to her side. He tilted his knee, his cock still deep within her, but now, he stroked her pussy, his fingers teasing over her clit as he thrust inside her.

She cried out as with each thrust and stroke, she felt like she was going to come apart. Nothing had ever felt this good before in her life, and Edge drew her to the peak. He held her there, pounding inside her but never stopping in his strokes.

She wanted more, and as he flung her into orgasm, he held her there, shaking, broken, shattered, happy, amazed, joyous. He let her go, held her down to the mattress, and simply took her harder than ever before.

The pleasure went up a notch. She couldn’t describe how it changed and got more intense, just that it was everything she had always hoped sex would be. She didn’t want to hide from it or be embarrassed by what happened.

When Edge came, he filled her, going as deep as possible, and she felt every single pulse.

His orgasm seemed to go on forever before he finally came down from that peak.

They both collapsed to the bed. His grip on her hands loosened, and she took several deep breaths, trying to get her breath back.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” He lifted up, and she smiled at him.

“It really was.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re sure?”

He eased out of her, and she couldn’t help but wince. There was a little soreness now, but nothing he had to worry about.

“There’s blood,” he said.

“I was a virgin.”

“Yeah, I know but I figured that kind of shit was the stuff people wrote in books, not what they actually did. I mean, I just took your virginity.”

She cupped his cheek. For the first time since she’d known him, Edge looked a little panicked.

She lifted up kissing his mouth. “Stop panicking. I wanted this. Did you want this?” she asked.

“You know I did.”

“Exactly. Stop it. I’m happy.”

“I need to clean you up.”

“You don’t have an en-suite bathroom.” It wasn’t a question. She’d cleaned his room and know his door was a closet, not a secret bathroom.

“I’m carrying you across the hall.”

“What if the others see me?” she asked.

“You belong to each one of us. I don’t care if they see you. I’m going to take care of you, and if they want to help me do that, I’ve got no problem doing that either.”

He didn’t give her a chance to protest as he lifted her up and left his bedroom.

Of course, that was the time Trick, Tank, Junior, and Dig were each coming to bed.

“She’s no longer a virgin, but I’m cleaning her up. If you want to join me, follow me. If not, stay here. I’m going to go and take care of our girl.”

Leah got to watch as not one or two, but all of her men joined them in the bathroom to help clean her up. It was … sweet and lovable.

****

Sitting in the clubroom’s church a few days later, Tank tried to avoid looking out of the window. Leah wasn’t too far away as she hung out the washing machine.