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wrist. Zoe’s eyes were closed, her body relaxed, with a smile on her face. Excellent. Maybe some more progress could be made today after all.
    He washed behind her knees, and still without opening her eyes, she widened her stance. Diego filled his palm with shower gel and continued washing her arm while Monty rinsed the shampoo from her hair. Vallen kept a focus on the progress of the others as he worked his way up to Zoe’s inner thighs. Monty nodded to him and held Zoe’s head against his shoulder, kissing her face as Diego massaged her breasts.
    Vallen rubbed shower gel into her mound, letting the bubbles foam and froth over her pussy before he massaged her clit. It was still extended and hard, telling him just as clearly as her actions that she was enjoying herself. He slid two fingers inside her pussy and reached for her magic spot, twisting them until she sighed happily and he recognized the patch of slightly rougher skin.
    Vallen fucked her gently but purposefully with his fingers as his brothers made love to her mouth and her breasts, and he was rewarded with a flood of cream.
    He stepped out of the shower and grabbed the soothing gel, rinsing his hand before squeezing large dollops on it and rubbing her channel walls with his fingers, not wanting her to be too sore after she got home.
    Meanwhile his brothers rinsed her skin, cleansing and kissing her.
    Damn, he was going to miss her so much until Saturday night. But they really weren’t needed all the time at the church now that both sisters were back.
     
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    Diego lay awake for hours, memorizing every moment of the amazing time they’d spent with Zoe. He was overwhelmed at the gift of being given her virginity. It’d never occurred to him that their mate might be an innocent. That just didn’t happen these days. Hell, if he believed half the stuff he saw on TV, there likely weren’t too many eighteen-year-old virgins left, never mind one in her thirties. But he supposed he could see her problem with a preacher as her dad. That would scare away a lot of boys. It wouldn’t keep him away. John-Paul was a good man helping needy people. He didn’t thrust his beliefs down anyone’s throat, although there was always a brief blessing of the food before they ate. But that was only polite. People donated the meal. It was only good manners to say thank you for it.
    It only seemed like minutes later when his cell phone rang. Diego picked it up, glad he’d put it on his nightstand and not left it in the pocket of his jeans as frequently happened.
    Then he sat up fast and swiped the phone open. “Yes, sir.”
    “My office. Ten minutes.”
    “Yes, sir.” But the Alpha had already ended the call.
    Diego scrambled out of bed and over to the closet, opening drawers and pulling out clean underwear and socks then dragging his jeans on. He stared at his boots and his shoes, not knowing which to choose, and ended up putting his boots on. He was running out of time here and hadn’t combed his hair or cleaned his teeth yet.
    He ran down the stairs, arriving at the Alpha’s office with about ten seconds to spare, only to see both his brothers inside already.
    “Shut the door, Diego.”
    He did so and remained standing until he was waved to a straight-backed chair.
    “There’s a new gang in town, recruiting stupid boys from the high school by having them commit senseless robberies and video tape the burglaries to prove their manhood.”
    “The café?” asked Diego.
    “Exactly.”
    “The boys think they’re safe because they don’t steal anything of great value. They just make a hell of a mess. But that’s where they’re wrong. The insurance companies don’t find this amusing at all. The police have a reasonable idea of one of the ringleaders but no evidence, which is where we’ve been asked to help.”
    “Asked to help.” That translates as burgle someone’s house to get it. Sure enough, the Alpha told them what the police were reasonably sure of,