Chapter 19
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
Berlyn
Pounding music flows through my body as I move with it.
The night air felt good against my heated skin when we first came to the backyard, but that feeling didn’t last long. The tequila warms me from the inside out while dancing and the crushing heat of bodies all around me makes me sweat.
West hasn’t left my side even when I started dancing. He stays close even though he won’t dance. He feels like my silent body guard, always there, always watching. Like a shadow. The thought sends a thrill down my spine.
With every song, my body feels looser, my mind a little slower, but freer.
Freer?
More free?
Is freer a word?
“You okay there, Little Rabbit?” Ezra asks, holding his hand out for me.
The question makes me giggle but I grab his hand and I nod. What did he call me? It’s right there on the edge of my brain, something I should know. Something I should be paying attention to. But the moment it feels like the thought is in my grasp it spills through my fingers like falling sand.
Ezra spins me and I forget what I was supposed to be remembering in the first place. Everything feels so good. His hand finds my waist and our bodies move together like we were always two pieces of one set.
His makeup is so realistic, it’s almost hypnotic to stare up at his handsome face. Words spill out of me and his smile grows wider with each one. No doubt I’m talking nonsense but I like the way he looks when he smiles like that. His eyes locked on mine, never straying for a moment.
“How could I look at anyone else when you’re right in front of me?” he asks, leaning down to whisper in my ear.
His words make me feel like I’m floating. Or maybe that was all the tequila. I’ve lost count of how many shots I’ve taken. West even scolded me when I took one from a stranger walking by. He’s probably right. You’re not supposed to take drinks from randoms.
I know better than that.
For some reason, I can’t bring myself to care. Maybe it’s because I know I’m safe when I’m with them. They’ll never let anything bad happen to me.
Reaching up, I wrap my arms around Ezra’s neck and feel him nod. I don’t think I said anything this time but I quickly forget when he looks down at me and smiles again. The makeup stretches his expression, making it seem like his smile really does stretch from ear to ear.
“What’s making you giggle like that?” he asks, holding me tighter.
I hum, moving my hips with the music. “You,” I answer and he chuckles.
“I’d like to learn all of your sounds, Little Rabbit.”
Butterflies erupt in my stomach, making a new type of heat spread through my body. “Ezra—” I cut myself off. “What’s your middle name?”
“Jacob.”
Hopefully I’ll remember that tomorrow.
“Ezra Jacob, are you flirting with me?”
His head tilts back with his laughter and it feels like I’ve won something. His hand slides down my back and over my ass. “It’s about time you noticed, Berlyn May Matthews.”
My whole body reacts to his words, aching to be closer to him. Time slips by and I barely even feel aware of it. The suffocating and overwhelming feeling I had when we first got here is all but forgotten as I relax in Ezra’s arms.
Every once in a while I look around at all the faces surrounding us. Summer and Jude never came back to find us, but each time I start to wonder why, Ezra distracts me. The edges of my mind feel kind of blurry, making it easy to fall into step with him.
Something prickles the back of my mind. The feeling of being watched, eyes tracing over every inch of my body. My attention drifts to the people around us once more, trying to find the source of the feeling and I pause.
Standing in the doorway, lit by the flashing lights from inside the house, someone stands staring in our direction.
A jolt of panic rushes through me as I see the Ghostface mask.
I freeze, my whole body tensing as I lose sight of them.
I stand up a little straighter, leaning around Ezra’s tall frame to try and spot the person once more, but there’s no sign of anyone wearing that mask. They were just there.
I drop my arms from around Ezra’s neck and do a spin, trying to find where they could have disappeared too. I know they were there. Staring at me. Watching me dance with Ezra. Watching his hands on my body.
Fear and desire race through my body in equal measures and my thoughts run like a rapid river I can’t control or even follow.
I liked it.
It terrified me.
I want answers.
I want to get lost in Ezra’s touch and body.
While my stalker watches.
“Berlyn?” The sound of my name pulls me from my reverie and I blink slowly, looking up to find Ezra watching me carefully. “You okay?”
I nod, but even the motion makes my thoughts swim all over again. What was I just thinking about?
The mask. My stalker.
My heart beats rapidly in my chest. Fear and excitement really are two sides of the same coin, aren’t they?
They mingle and blend so much within me, I can no longer distinguish the difference between the two. All I know is I crave this thrill. The rushing euphoria of not knowing what’s about to happen. Of knowing I’m being watched, hunted.
I should hate it. It should make my skin crawl.
In some ways it does. Goosebumps rise on my arms, but there’s no denying the warmth growing between my legs either. For more than Ezra.
“Let me get you water,” Ezra offers, squeezing my arm. “Don’t move from here,” he says and I nod my agreement.
West steps up, wrapping his arm around me. “You’re okay,” he promises. “We’ve got you. No matter what.”
Right. There’s nothing to worry about. Let all the problems go and get lost in the music. My hips begin to sway to the hypnotic beat once more as I turn my brain off.
Weston has me.
“Good girl,” he praises in his deep, raspy voice, sending flutters and heat racing through me. What are these men doing to me?
It feels like I’m locked in a spell of desire. Being intoxicated with every look, touch, and word from their mouths. It feels too good to be good for me but I can’t bring myself to care.
The Ghostface mask flashes through the crowd, through my mind, but I just keep dancing. West’s hands tracing my body as if he needs to memorize every curve. I wish he would go further, wish his hand would slip under my dress.
The crowd, the stalker, everything but where he touches me disappears. I turn around to wrap my arms around his neck, wanting to feel him pressed against me. My heart stops and a gasp escapes my lips, terror stopping me in my tracks.
It’s not West’s deep blue eyes staring back at me at all, but hard white plastic and elongated black holes that hold none of the warmth West stares at me with.
My hands sweat and a scream gets locked in my throat. Before I can even truly panic, I’m being spun again. My head swims in confusion and fear, making it hard to hold onto a thought. Even my breathing becomes jagged and rough.
A new hand lands on my arm when I stop spinning and I look up to find Jude looking at me with concern. “Ezra told me to bring you some water,” he says, handing me a plastic cup full of cold liquid. “Are you okay?”
“There was—” I start to explain, getting lost in my thoughts as I look around, but only Weston stands behind me. His hand still rests on my hip, gently squeezing his reassurance. He never left me. There was no mask.
His skeleton makeup isn’t as sharp as it was earlier, sweat and probably my hands have smudged the black into the white. Some parts are smeared but it’s definitely still a skeleton, not a ghost face looking back at me.
I shake my head, trying to shake off the fear. It’s only West. Maybe I really do need that water. I take the cup from Jude and drink it slowly. The cool water relieves the dryness in my mouth and I lick my lips before drinking more down.
Jude takes the empty cup from my hand and discards it on a random table before coming back to us. He holds his hand out for me to hold. “Dance with us, Baby Girl.” He spins me before pressing me back up against Weston.
His hands fall to my hips and he guides me into moving with the music. Everything else slips away except the feeling of the two of them.
They overwhelm my senses. How good they smell, how hard their bodies are, their huge hands roaming over mine.
My ass moves against Weston and I can feel how big and hard he is.
The thought more intoxicating than all the tequila I swallowed down.
Jude slips his thigh between my legs, encouraging me to grind on him.
His hands squeeze my hips and I follow his pressure, changing my rhythm from side to side to front and back until I’m practically riding his thigh.
“I’m glad you didn’t wear the shorts,” he whispers in my ear and the words don’t quite make sense to me. “Are you wet for us, Baby Girl?”
Gods yes. I don’t know if I’ve ever been more turned on in my life. West’s hand slides across my chest and up until he wraps it around my throat, forcing me to tilt my head back and look up at him.
“You don’t have to answer,” Jude continues, not caring his brother has stolen my attention. “I can feel you through my jeans. You’re absolutely dripping.”
The slickness between my thighs is impossible to deny.
A part of me knows I should be embarrassed.
That I shouldn’t be so turned on being pressed between two brothers.
With dozens of people surrounding us. But that part is drowned out by the desperate desire for these two men to consume me in any way they want to.
“Should we do something about that?” Jude asks, his hand slipping under my dress. Weston’s grip on my throat is too tight for me to move my head and his grin is feral.
“Words,” he demands quietly, only for me to hear.
Every reason why I should stop this flees as I stare up at his blue eyes, being pulled in like I’m in a trance.
“Ask,” West commands, his low and rough voice hypnotic.
I blink slowly, trying to make words form. My gaze darts to our side. We’ve backed up to the edge of the party, a wall at our back and the woods to our side. Still so many people are around us, but no eyes pay us any attention.
Except, that’s not true.
Separated from the party, leaning against a tree on the other side of the yard, the masked stranger has eyes locked on our trio. Even without the mask I wouldn’t have been able to read his expression from this far away. His head cocks to the side as if he can feel my attention locked on him.
“Beg,” Weston whispers and a moan escapes me.
The masked stranger nods and it’s almost as if I can feel his smile. His permission.
“Please,” I beg Jude and West’s thumb strokes over my throat in praise.
“Eyes,” West demands and my attention snaps back to his face and I am rewarded with his smile.
Jude groans as his hand slides higher and his fingers are met with the lust they’ve stirred in me. He wastes no time, slipping first one finger and quickly adding a second. He curls them as he moves them in and out of me, making my pussy clench around him.
Fuck, it feels so good.
The palm of his hand presses against my clit as he fucks me with his fingers, making me desperate for more. My orgasm climbs quickly after how long I’ve been worked up.
“That’s it,” Jude praises as I move my hips, chasing his touch. “Ride my fingers, Baby Girl,” he encourages and it’s all I need to do exactly as he says.
Weston squeezes the sides of my neck, cutting off my air only momentarily and I clamp down on Jude’s fingers. He increases his pace until I’m gasping for breath and having to sink my teeth into my lower lip to keep from screaming.
The entire time I never take my eyes off of West. His own lust burning in his gaze as he watches his brother unravel me. His chest rumbles behind me and his hard length presses against my ass and I nearly cry out.
He smirks, leaning down to capture my lips in a soul-stealing kiss.
I’ve never felt such ecstasy in my life, my pussy tightening around Jude’s fingers while West steals my breath.
A part of my mind still locked on the fact that my masked stranger is watching us.
My body shakes between the two brothers as my orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave destroying any capability of rational thought I had left.
“You’re better than any fantasy,” Jude says, slipping his fingers from me.
I pant, trying to catch my breath as my body falls limply between the two of them. Weston loosens his grip on my throat and wraps his arm around my waist, holding me up. I meet Jude’s hungry eyes as he lifts his fingers to show both me and West how wet they are.
My chest grows tight as the fire in my belly is stroked all over again. What are these men doing to me?
Jude only grins, offering his fingers to Weston who opens his mouth and sucks me clean from his brother’s fingers.
“He’s got to taste you twice now,” Jude muses and my mouth parts open in surprise. “It’s only fair I get to do the same.”
Before I can say anything, he’s leaning down and catching my lips in a kiss. I rise up on my toes, desperate for more of him as his tongue traces the seam of my lips. I open for him without a thought and a shudder races through my body when his tongue fills my mouth.
West’s hands wander over my body while Jude kisses me deeper than I’ve ever been kissed before. A cool breeze rushes over my ass as West’s hand slides up my ass and between my legs.
I adjust my feet, spreading my legs a little wider as his fingers slide past my entrance and stroke my clit from behind. Jude swallows my moan and I know I’m in trouble because I would let these men do anything they wanted to me in this moment.
They could completely own me.
Mind, body, and soul.
And I’ve never felt freer.