THAT EVENING .....

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In the tepee that night

Sitting huddle in the parachute blanket anger raging through me and the pain in my knuckles is killing me I’m sitting holding my hand breathing slow and deep trying to ignore the excruciating pain I open my eyes when I hear matt walk in looking so angry but not at me he looks at me holding my hand and crouches down in front of me taking my hand I wince and pull back from him he sigh then Donny comes in gently taking my arm he wraps a shredded top tightly around my knuckles and sets it straight wrapping more fabric around my wrist then pulling it up to my shoulder “that will take a while to heal but nice shot” I look at him then admire his handy work on my hand.

Duncan walks in carrying Barbie over his shoulder caveman style the throws her on the floor obviously not impressed with what she pulled then pulls out his belt and ties her hands and legs behind her back “that should hold her, matt watcher her you wanted her she’s your problem if she does something like that again no matter how well jacey can knock her out I will deal with her personally got it” he says with so much power that matt ducks his head “yes Duncan” matt says staring at the floor.

“That’s the first time you’ve called me jacey” not realising I said it out loud they chuckle “that because princess suits ya baby doll and Duncan calls you cherry pie because he likes that fact that you’re a virgin” Donny says still crouched in front of me I blush and rest my head into my knees.

I open my eyes to find myself laying in the bed looking around confused I don’t remember going to sleep and that instant matt walks in “ hay jacey dinner ready honey” I don’t know about you but they boys are too cute with their nicknames for me awwww bless him I can see he feels bad about what happened I smile and raise my hand he helps me up and I follow him to the fire mmmm something smells so good I look on the pike and see a 4 skinned birds damn big birds, sitting down making myself comfortable well as comfortable as possible being only able to use one arm, Duncan hands me a carved plate/bowl out of wood it looks like it’s been carved straight from the tree I look up one eye brow raised “did you was it first he huffs then walks over to the lake and cleans it thoroughly and brings it back to me I smile “thank you kind sir I say with a smirk, Donny and matt carving the meat of the bones while me and Duncan sit and get warm by the fire, a huge pile of beautiful smelling food is placed on my plate wow that lot to eat I look up the boys smile “you’re going to need all that to get enough energy to heal that busted hand of yours missy” Donny says while sitting down with his own plate piled high all the boys tucking in forgetting to chew when they it looks like the put it in their mouth then swallow “seriously guys chew I say sarcastically”.

I pick up the food and balance the plate on my lap soo good I know I’m making noises when I eat but it taste good and really hits the spot.

After dinner we sit and watch the fire and get to know each other I tell them that I love singing and dancing, I tell them about my family and the reason why I’m still a virgin I see Duncan tense up when I tell them that I was nearly raped by a few boys in my old school that’s why I moved 2 years ago luckily my brother came and found me and nearly killed the boys when he say it he got them put away and that’s my story. I sat and listened to their stories how they were always seen as the bad boys and eventually started acting the way people judged them Donny tells me he got sick of girls and their games and he’s enjoying the peace that made me laugh.

The evening carried on like this for a few hours then I started dozing off and felt myself being carried into the tepee and laid down I felt both Donny and Duncan lay close to me and keep me warm gently and peacefully falling asleep snuggled u to 2 strong chest’s I know I sound greedy but bite me you would relish in being cared for by 2 cute guys too.

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