Chapter 3 #2
He carries me past the chain ropes and toward the old playground, one of those vintage setups with a slide shaped like a dragon and a rusted metal train cart half sunk into mulch. The gate creaks open, then clangs shut behind us.
I’m dumped on my feet between the train cart and the play tunnel.
The three masks fixed on me glow eerily in the dark, lighting up the night.
One man is above me now, crouched on top of the metal train cart, his arms braced on his knees, mask tilted as he looks down at me.
“Didn’t expect us to catch you so easily, huh? ”
“Fuck you,” I snap.
“You will,” he replies.
Another moves behind me, his palms skating up under my hoodie, and he drags it off in one sharp tug. The air is cold against my bare stomach, then he yanks my leggings down to my knees.
The man who removed my clothing steps in front of me, his hand reaching for my jaw, and he tilts my head back until I meet the X’s on his mask. He doesn’t speak; he just runs his thumb over my lower lip.
Then the man beside him steps closer and breaks the elastic of my thong on one side and then the other, pulling it from between my legs and sliding it into his pocket.
His fingers slip between my pussy lips, and I jerk forward with a sound I don’t recognize falling from my mouth.
I’m almost embarrassed about how long it’s been since someone has touched me.
“She’s fucking soaked,” the man who has my thong announces.
I barely catch my breath before another pair of hands grips the waistband of my leggings.
Kneeling behind me, he drags them all the way down and slips them and my shoes off, then he stands and hooks his arms under my thighs, and I’m lifted like I weigh nothing.
My back rests against his chest, and before I can even get my bearings, the other man steps between my legs.
His cock presses against my pussy, then he pushes inside in one brutal thrust. I cry out, the sound ripping from my throat.
My legs wrap around him, locking at the ankles behind his back.
He grabs my hips, dragging me down onto him again and again with punishing force.
The man behind me holds me steady as I am fucked against him.
Every time the man in front slams into me, I can hear how wet I am, how my body is responding to a stranger.
“Tilt your head back, sweetheart. Mouth open. Now,” the man above me says. I blink and see he’s still standing on top of the metal train cart, his fist now working his cock as he looks down on me.
Leaning my head back and opening my mouth as he asks, I feel the man behind me slide his hand between my legs and circle my clit.
Oh fuck, my body tingles all over and trembles.
“That’s it. Tongue out. Now take it.”
The first drop of his cum lands across my tongue, and I moan, swallowing the taste of him as the masked man fucking me thrusts into me so hard I see stars.
The circling of my clit doesn’t stop, and I dig my fingers into the man’s shoulders, my head tipped back, cum now covering my face.
“You want to come, Maddie?”
“Yes,” I pant. “Please.”
He fucks me harder, and my body is ready to explode. I scream, coming the second the man behind me pinches my clit between his fingers.
My body trembles in the masked man’s arms, my head still against his shoulder as I suck in breath after breath. The one in front of me slowly pulls out, and I’m suddenly very aware of what we did.
No one speaks.
The man in front of me crouches down. He picks up my leggings and helps me step into them, pulling them back into place.
His fingers brush my hips gently as he adjusts the waistband, then he helps me slip my shoes back on.
The man behind me keeps his hands on my waist until I’m steady on my feet and my hoodie is pulled back over my head.
“Until next time,” one of them says.
Then suddenly they leave. I watch them walk away, disappearing into the darkness, and I smile while I dance a little on the spot. Who knew being chased and fucked like that would be so invigorating? Riley, that’s who. I owe that woman another night out.
My legs feel like jelly, and I wipe the hoodie across my face, hoping to remove some of the half-dried cum. I laugh to myself. Never have I let anyone do anything like that, and now I wish I had.
I walk toward the path, pulling my hoodie tighter around me, to find Rhodes leaning back against a tree like he’s been there the whole time. He smirks, and his dimples make me want to punch him in the face. How is it legal for someone to be so good-looking but so annoying all at the same time?
His arms are folded across his chest, and one leg is bent, his foot braced against the trunk. He looks entirely too amused for someone my father pays to babysit me.
“Enjoy the show?”
He pushes off the tree. “I didn’t see much.”
I roll my eyes. “You know I can take care of myself.”
“I don’t doubt that,” he says, stepping closer. “But I’m here to protect you anyway.”
I sigh, rolling my eyes. “Come on, Rhodes. Walk me home before my legs give out and I end up face first on the ground.”
He laughs, falling into step beside me. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing I’ve seen you do.”
I glance sideways at him. “You’ve seen me do things?”
He raises a brow. “Maddie, I’m your security. I have to check the feeds.”
“God,” I groan, dragging my hands down my face. “You are not allowed to talk about anything you’ve seen. Ever.”
“You know it’s okay to want excitement in your love life.”
I laugh. “I am not discussing my love life with you.”
“Not even if I have to watch?”
“Even more so.”
We reach my building and turn up the path toward the front door. Rhodes doesn’t press the subject again. He simply walks beside me, and when we reach my apartment door, he leans on the wall beside it. “You good?”
I nod, brushing at my hoodie. “Yeah. I’m good.”
“Then goodnight, Maddie.”
Vander’s door opens across the hall. His head pops out, his eyes scanning me like a laser beam.
Ace steps out of his apartment shirtless, with his arms crossed over his chest. “Next time you plan to escape,” he snaps, “know we’re watching your every move.”
My entire body flushes hot. I feel it climb my neck and color my cheeks. My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. I simply nod like a teenager who has been caught sneaking into the house, then twist back toward my door.
“Goodnight,” I mutter as I unlock it and practically dive inside.
The door slams shut behind me, and all I hear is the sound of Rhodes’s laughter echoing down the hall.