Chapter 3
Chapter
Three
My whole body ached as I sat up in bed, and if my pussy and ass weren’t so tender, I would have thought I’d been dreaming.
How had I gotten home? Why did I feel clean?
I sniffed my hair to find it smelled like my shampoo, telling me I’d showered.
Had I been drugged? Why didn’t I remember getting home and showering?
I got to my sore feet and almost fell over as my legs shook slightly, stumbling out to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face.
I looked like shit, wincing as I brushed my hair to try and look a little more sane.
Once my teeth were brushed, I padded out to the kitchen to find Warren, Kaye, and Alec drinking coffee. As usual, Kaye got up and poured me one, bringing it over to me as I sat at the table to join them.
“How drunk did you get?” Warren muttered as he ran his gaze over me with a frown.
“I told you, she didn’t,” Alec sighed, putting his elbows on the table to study me. “Tell him, Rose.”
“I didn’t get drunk,” I agreed, sipping my coffee. “You guys all look fine this morning. Behaved?”
“I got called into the gas station and had to leave to cover someone’s shift,” Warren grunted with annoyance, flicking his eyes to me. “The guys said they kept an eye on you. Was that true?”
I couldn't exactly say they were lying. If they’d been watching me, I definitely wouldn’t have been railed on the ground among the sticks and leaves by three strangers.
“Yep,” I answered, my back going straight when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
“Hope you fuckers saved me some coffee.”
Slowly, I turned, finding a guy I’d never seen before. His black hair was a mess from sleep, and as much as my eyes wanted to drop down his bare chest to inspect his sculpted body, they were stuck on the ink on his neck.
Be the storm.
“Put some clothes on, dude. My sister’s here,” Warren grumbled, his friend finally looking at me.
It was him. The talkative guy who’d been dirty talking to me in the woods while he and his friends railed me.
His mouth curved into a dark smirk, my pussy clenching at the memory of his hands on me.
“Doesn’t look like she minds.” He stepped closer, holding his hand out to me to shake. “I don’t think we’ve officially met. Zack.”
“Rose,” I managed to say with a straight face, shaking his hand. His fingers felt like I remembered, his voice hitting me straight in the core as his green eyes burned into me.
“Pretty name for a pretty girl.”
“Absolutely not,” Warren scowled, moving to swat his friend's hand away from me.
Zack chuckled and sat in the seat beside mine, his eyes on me.
“What do you think I’ll do to her, bro? Corrupt her?”
It was way too late for that.
“Excuse me,” I said the second his knee bumped mine under the table, hearing Warren scolding his friend as I fled the room, shutting myself in my bedroom.
My heartbeat slammed against my ribcage as the realization hit me.
I’d spent the night getting fucked by one of Warren’s friends.
There was a knock on the door before it opened, and I expected Zack for some reason, but it was Kaye.
He frowned, closing the door behind him and coming over to sit on the edge of my bed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Why are you and Alec lying to Warren?” I hissed, his frown deepening.
“About what?”
“Watching me last night.”
“We didn’t lie.”
“You did.”
“Rose,” he murmured, his voice becoming more quiet as he reached out to take my hand, giving it a small squeeze. “We were with you all night.”
“No you—” My voice died in my throat as he kept eyeing me, his cheeks tinged with pink. “Oh my God. You, Alec, and Zack were the masked guys?”
“It wasn’t supposed to turn into that. We were just going to chase you a little to prove a point about wandering off.
Alec was convinced you’d be tempted to follow a stranger into the woods, so we had Zack lure you out to avoid you suspecting us.
We didn’t plan on, well, that,” he explained, his hand not leaving mine.
“Are you okay this morning? You had a cut on your knee and thigh so we helped you in the shower and I put ointment on it before putting you to bed.”
My mind was reeling, and I glanced up when Alec appeared in the doorway.
“Keep it down, I could hear you from down the hall,” he warned as he shut and locked the door behind him, coming over to join us. I flinched as he squatted at my feet and started rolling up my sweat pants to inspect my knee, my voice coming out as a squeak.
“You hate me.”
“No, I don’t.” My breath stuttered when he leaned forward to kiss the side of my knee, his eyes flicking up to mine as he kissed a little higher where the knife had cut me.
“Why did you fuck me like you hate me then?”
There was a pause before he grinned, his voice full of amusement. “You assume the rough one was me? I’m a gentle lover, Rose.”
Kaye’s face was so red, and he swallowed nervously as I looked at him with confusion.
“You’re the one that pushed me to the ground and railed me?” I asked in surprise, hating how he pulled away from me.
“I’m sorry. I—”
“Don’t be sorry,” I said quickly, grabbing his shirt when he went to stand. “I liked it.”
“Told you,” Alec chuckled, giving his friend a pointed look.
“Who, uh, fisted me?” I asked awkwardly, getting my answer when Kaye winced. “I didn’t think I’d like it, but I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life. If you were the rough guy, that means Alec was the sweet one?”
Alec stood, his fingers moving to my chin to tilt my head up. “I’m a really nice guy when I want to be. You were such a good girl.”
A shiver rolled down my spine and my greedy pussy clenched as if I could handle more, his eyes darkening.
I’d barely opened my mouth to talk when he leaned down to kiss me, my body instantly arching towards him, silently begging him to touch me. His fingers trailed a little lower to my throat, the possessive hold scrambling my brain.
I’d known these two for over a decade, and I never once thought this would happen. I definitely never thought sweet Kaye would push me to my knees in the woods and fuck me raw before coming on me. Or fist me.
Alec pulled back and I grabbed Kaye’s shirt, yanking him closer for a kiss too, and I felt it when his entire body relaxed at my acceptance of him. If anything, I felt safer knowing the rough man last night had been someone that cared about me.
I crawled onto his lap and kissed him more deeply, but I was pulled back to my feet after a second, Alec’s voice full of warning. “Warren’s coming.”
I strained to listen above the sound of my thundering heartbeat, hearing Warren and Zack talking as they walked closer to my room.
Alec quickly straightened my clothes, unlocked the door, and sat in the chair in the corner lazily, just as the door opened and Warren poked his head in. He eyed his friends but didn’t say anything about them being in here.
After all, it was common for them to hang out with me.
“Why’d you run off?” he asked me, and I couldn't stop my cheeks from heating.
“Had to pee,” I lied, hearing Zack snicker in the hallway. He knew exactly why I’d run.
“We’re heading out for a few hours. Do you need anything?”
“I’m good. I might see what Maisie’s doing,” I answered, hoping it wasn’t written all over my face that I’d just been making out with his friends.
He nodded, motioning to Alec and Kaye. “C’mon, leave Rose alone.”
Alec wandered out and I saw a glimpse of him throwing an arm around Zack’s shoulders as they walked off, but Kaye hesitated.
My brother sighed but walked off, giving us a moment.
“Last night was everything to me,” Kaye whispered, the familiar soft sound stirring something inside of me.
How had I not known the two whispering were people I knew? I could hear it clearly now that I knew, but I’d had no idea at the time.
“Maybe we could do it again some time?” I offered, standing on tiptoe to kiss him.
He groaned, pulling me closer and kissing the hell out of me, then he pulled back reluctantly.
“I really wanted to tie you up so you couldn’t move at all last night, but I didn’t want to scare you. Maybe now you know it’s me, you’d be okay with it?” he asked carefully, hope in his eyes.
“As long as you bring the mask. I’m kind of into it,” I grinned, my fingers sliding up the front of his shirt. “Maybe while I’m tied up you could fist me again? I’ll bring my vibrator.”
“You really liked that? You’re not just saying it for my sake?”
“How much did you get in there?”
He lifted his hand to point to it, not too far from his wrist. “I didn’t want to push you too much. Especially since you didn’t know it was me. I shouldn’t have done it without asking in the first place.”
“You’ll have to tell me all your fantasies later. Maybe we could try some more,” I murmured, kissing him again in case this was the last chance to do it. I’d spent years wanting to kiss him. “I’ll see you later.”
“You will,” he promised, giving me one last look before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
“I had the best sex of my life last night,” Maisie exclaimed from the bed as I walked into her bedroom an hour later, spotting hickies all over her neck.
“Me too,” I smirked as I sat on her bed, her eyes going wide.
“Oh my God, who did you fuck? I went home with that guy we were dancing with. Thanks for letting me have him, by the way. Kind of sad you missed out though. He had a talented mouth.”
I couldn’t exactly tell her who, so I lied a little.
“Don’t be sad. I got railed by three guys in masks in the woods. No idea who they were.”
“Giiiirl, what? Three?” she squealed, turning to sit cross-legged beside me as she yanked me around to face her. “Tell me everything!”
I filled her in on everything I could remember, showing her the cut on my thigh from when they’d fucked me with the knife handle.
“It was so hot. I definitely want to do it again,” I chuckled, wondering what the guys were all doing.