Saving Savannah (Haven, Texas 3)

“Not stupid.” He kissed the top of her head. “When I left the army, I had a lot of episodes where I thought I was back on a mission. All it would take was a car backfiring close by to trigger a memory. It takes time, love. And you’re doing so well. Don’t push so fast, okay?”

“All right.”

“Good. Now go get that popcorn ready. I’m ready to take a hit to my masculinity by watching something sappy and completely sickening.”

She rolled her eyes but gave him a small smile.

“And, Savannah, no more trying to leave the house without one of us here, got it?”

She nodded. “Okay.”

***

Savannah lay in bed that night, unable to sleep. She kept thinking about what had happened earlier. Embarrassment heated her cheeks as she remembered the way she’d wigged out on Max. She sighed. She’d told him the truth, she felt . . . well, not better, but more in control, she guessed, since talking to Molly. And the nightmares weren’t as frequent as before. Molly had given her some coping techniques to use when she was assaulted by memories of Stanton. But she wanted more. She wanted to go back to the life she’d had before.

Quietly, she rolled over and looked down at Max, who lay on the mattress the guys had put on the floor. The blanket had slipped down, revealing his firm, naked chest. The moon shining through the curtains provided enough light for her to make out his features. His dark beard and messy hair. His wide shoulders. Those abs. Jesus. Her men were both sexy gods. She’d often wondered what they’d seen in her slightly pudgy body. The last time she’d gone to a gym, she’d fallen off the back of the treadmill and swore she’d never return.

She’d burn her calories the old-fashioned way. Through laughter and sex. Not that she was getting much of either these days.

Her heart raced faster. She wondered how he’d react if she laid down beside him and ran her hand over his gorgeous body.

Max shifted, and she stiffened, certain he was about to wake, but he settled into sleep again with a soft murmur. The blanket had shifted lower so she could see his underwear. He used to sleep naked, but lately both he and Logan been wearing boxers to sleep in.

She wondered if she could get his shorts down and her mouth wrapped around his cock before he woke up.

Who was she kidding? This was Max. Nothing got by him. She laid back on the bed and moved her hand over her swollen nipple, pinching it gently. She’d been growing needier lately. She wanted them. Wanted to feel them surrounding her, touching her, kissing her, inside her.

Was she scared she’d have flashbacks? Yeah. That was part of the reason she hadn’t made a move on them. That and she just didn’t feel confident or sexy enough to seduce them.

She slid her hand down to her mound and tugged on the hair there. She usually went to the salon to get that taken care of. No hope of doing that when she couldn’t even step outside. She wondered if they did home visits? She licked her dry lips as she ran her finger over her clit and felt the shock of pleasure go off through her system.

Could she? Should she?

She sighed, letting her hand drift away. It just didn’t feel right. She didn’t want her own fingers there. She wanted theirs. Their touch. Their tongues. Their commands.

But maybe it was time she found a way to get what she needed, what she hoped they all needed.

Chapter Six

“So, Savannah, how have the last few days been?” Molly asked, smiling at her warmly through the computer screen.

It was kind of weird having sessions via Skype. She wondered if she might be more comfortable talking to Molly in her office, rather than sitting here in her own living room.

Other than the first time, the guys always gave her privacy to talk to Molly. She knew neither of them was overly comfortable talking to a therapist. Max had seen one when he was in the armed forces, but from what little he’d said, it hadn’t been a good experience.

And Logan, well, he just wasn’t comfortable speaking to almost anyone, period.

“Frustrating,” Savannah replied.

Molly raised her eyebrows. When Laken had talked about her therapist, Savannah had always pictured her as older, sort of motherly. Instead, Molly was around her age. She was attractive with vibrant, red hair she pulled back into a high pony tail, and big green eyes. She never took notes or looked away, which was a bit disconcerting in the beginning, to have all that attention on her. But Savannah had soon learned Molly really cared. Sure, she was paying her to care, but Molly always gave one hundred percent focus to whatever Savi was saying.

It had been a struggle for Savannah to open up. If the guys hadn’t been with her during that first session, she’d probably have barely spoken, she might even have given up on the whole thing and walked away. But as time went on, it became easier to open up.

She’d wondered why it was easier to talk with Molly rather than her men or her friends, but she thought it helped that Molly was a professional. Because she knew the other woman wouldn’t walk away just because she was tired of hearing about Savannah’s shit.

“Want to tell me what that thought was?” Molly asked.

Nope.