Chapter Seven
Leila
But at the very least, I know they play on my brother’s team, so I should be safe.
Then there’s the other part of my brain, the part that’s never been so excited. All week, every time my phone lit up with a message from GlowStick, Harry, or Breadstick, I felt a buzz.
I have to keep reminding myself that these are my brothers’ teammates.
It has to be them. The timing at the party, the way GlowStick knew exactly who I was—it all points to members of Stormhaven hockey team.
Which means this is exactly the kind of situation my brothers have been warning me about my entire life.
But that makes it so much more exciting.
“Hockey players are trouble, Leila. They think they’re entitled to whatever they want.”
“Don’t get involved with anyone on the team. It never ends well.”
“You’re off limits to anyone who plays hockey, and they know it.”
I laugh aloud because after all their warnings—which I know come from a good place after what happened last year—here I am, driving toward three hockey players in masks, and my brothers have no idea. They’d lose their absolute minds if they knew what I was doing right now.
But that’s exactly why I can’t let this go beyond these anonymous encounters.
Whatever this is—this game, this chase, this weird tension that makes my stomach flip every time one of them texts—has to stay contained.
A moment of silent rebellion I can tuck away and never mention again, as I have to continue to see these guys a lot.
The gravel crunches under my tires as I pull into the small clearing next to the quarry. I can see why people come here to hook up; it’s so isolated you could scream and no one would hear you. Once I park and turn off the engine, my phone buzzes.
GlowStick
You here?
I look around the empty clearing, seeing nothing but shadows and trees.
Kane
Just got here. Where are you?
Breadstick
Close
Harry
Hope you’re ready to run
My heart races. They’re here, watching me.
Kane
How long do I get before you start your chase?
GlowStick
What fun would it be if we told you?
Harry
You need to get out of the truck first.
I don’t need to be told twice. I grab my phone and climb out. The night air is cool against my skin, and I’m suddenly grateful I wore leggings and a fitted long-sleeve shirt instead of shorts.
The quarry stretches out in front of me, surrounded by dense woods on three sides. If I’m going to run, I need to pick a direction and commit. My phone buzzes again.
Breadstick
Ten seconds
Shit. I use my phone’s flashlight and take off into the trees, my heart pounding as adrenaline floods my system. Behind me, I can hear the crunch of footsteps, but I don’t look back.
The ground is uneven beneath my feet, with roots and fallen branches littering the ground.
I duck under low-hanging boughs to the sounds of them racing behind me, moving through the trees.
A branch snaps to my left, another to my right.
I spot a clearing ahead and sprint toward it, thinking to use the open space to change direction and throw them off.
Yet as soon as I break through the tree line, I realize my mistake.
It’s not a clearing; it’s a dead end. A small space surrounded by thick underbrush and fallen logs. I spin around just as three figures emerge from the trees, their glow masks lighting the darkness.
“You’re trapped now,” the one in the middle says, who I call GlowStick. I think this one is Bodhi.
The three masked figures stand between me and the only way out, and my heart races in readiness for whatever is going to go down tonight.
“So what happens now?” I ask.
GlowStick reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small silver bag. “Now you get your gift.”
He tosses it to me, and I catch it reflexively. The bag is light, and when I open it, I find black tissue paper wrapped around something small.
I pull the tissue paper away to reveal a simple silver slip chain with a small red heart pendant.
“You bought me a necklace?” I look up at the three masks staring down at me.
“We bought you a reminder,” Harry corrects.
“Of what?”
“Of this,” GlowStick says, waving his hand between our bodies. “Us and the fact that you keep saying yes when you should probably say no.”
“And you want me to wear it?”
“We hope you will,” Breadstick says. “But the choice is yours. It’s always yours.”
“Why?” I ask. “Why me?”
“Because you’re Leila Kane,” Harry says, “and you make your own decisions.”
I look down at the choker in my hands, then back up at the three masked figures watching me.
This is the moment I should walk away. I should thank them for the gift, toss it back to them, and drive home.
Instead, I do something incredibly stupid; I lift the necklace and fasten it around my neck.
It settles against my throat like it was made for me, the red heart dropping to rest between my breasts.
“How does it look?” I ask, surprising myself with how much I want their approval.
They move closer. “Perfect,” GlowStick says, taking the heart between his fingers and then pulling it so the whole thing tightens.
I smirk at him because I now know exactly what this chain is for. “Are you going to fuck me already, or just play with me?”
“Baby, both options are enticing. How about you choose?”
“Lucky me, I get to choose,” I tease.
GlowStick shrugs. “Pick your poison, pretty girl.”
I glance at each of them, my pulse racing. My thighs clench before I even speak because I want all three of them, and I am not afraid to admit it. If you can’t sow your wild oats in college, when can you?
“You.” I nod at GlowStick.
Of course he laughs. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.”
GlowStick moves fast, quickly gripping my thighs and lifting my legs to wrap around his waist, then he presses me up against a tree.
“Fuck,” I whisper as he grinds into me, fully clothed. “Don’t make me beg.”
“You don’t have to,” he says as he slides me down his body.
He peels my top up slowly, letting his knuckles graze the swell of my breasts before pulling the fabric over my head.
My nipples pebble instantly in the cold.
His hands don’t leave me, he cups one breast while Harry—who has sidled up beside us—cups the other, their thumbs brushing the peaks in lazy, taunting circles.
“Cold or turned on?” Harry asks.
“Yes,” I gasp, because I would never admit it out loud, but the cold turns me on.
GlowStick’s pants hit the ground and his cock springs free as Harry and Breadstick work together to remove the last of my clothes—Harry removes my sneakers, and Breadstick pulls my leggings down until I can step out of them.
Once I’m naked, GlowStick reaches between my legs, and his fingers swipe through my pussy as he mutters, “So fucking wet.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Wreck her,” Breadstick says, watching us.
GlowStick grabs my thighs and lifts me as Harry moves around to my back and holds me steady from behind.
My OG masked man lines up, then sinks into me in one long, brutal thrust, and I cry out, throwing my head back and resting it against the big man’s shoulder.
He fucks me against Harry like we have all night, while Breadstick moves in beside me, running his fingertips down my ribs.
I can’t focus. My mouth opens on a moan, and Breadstick leans in to slip two fingers past my lips. “Bite and I’m next.”
I don’t bite. I suck.
GlowStick’s rhythm stutters, and I know he’s close, his grip bruising. A hand grabs the dangling chain of my necklace and pulls tight for just a second, and the lightheaded edge sends me tumbling. I come around his cock, a whimper caught in my throat.
He doesn’t stop until he comes, then rasps out, “You’re lucky you picked me first. They’re not gonna be so gentle.”
One second I’m still clenching around GlowStick’s cock, the next I’m being hauled into the air like a doll. My back hits the cold stone of the massive boulder near the tree, then Harry flips me effortlessly, bending me over so my chest and cheek are pressed to its rough surface.
I brace myself, my pussy still pulsing from the last round, cum dripping down my inner thighs. My breath puffs out in a cold mist along the stone’s surface.
Behind me, Harry grips my hips, spreading me wide. “Still so fucking wet,” he says, dragging his fingers through the mess between my thighs. “You didn’t even break a sweat with him, did you?”
“I came,” I pant.
“Not hard enough.”
He lines up the head of his cock and presses into me. He’s thicker than GlowStick, and it’s almost too much. I gasp as he slowly fills me—inch by inch—until I’m stretched around him.
“Fuck,” I groan out. “You’re gonna split me in half.”
“You can take it.”
Every thrust presses me harder against the stone, and I scream out in ecstasy. He is brutal, and I fucking love it. Then I hear boots on stone, and I glance up to see Breadstick climbing onto the boulder.
“You’re so fucking loud screaming like that,” he says, crouching beside me. “Do you want some random out here to listen to you getting fucked?”
He strokes my hair, then his fingers trail down to my lips.
“You going to open up for me?” he asks, and when I do, he slips two fingers into my mouth.
I moan around them. Behind me, Harry fucks harder in response, as if the sight turns him savage.
“Messy little mouth. Bet if I pulled my cock out right now you’d choke on it so good.”
I whimper around his fingers and nod.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groans. “Use your mouth, baby. Show me how much you want it.”
I suck and swirl my tongue. I give him everything I have, while Harry fucks me from behind. It’s filthy and raw. I’ve got spit down my chin, a cock pounding into my pussy, and my knees are bruised from banging against the rock.
I’ve never felt so good.
Breadstick removes his fingers, and Harry’s grip tightens. With one hand tight on my hip, his other slides lower, and then I feel it. His thumb, wet with spit or cum, circles my ass.
My breath catches as he presses in slowly and carefully, inserting just the tip inside me while his cock is still buried deep in my pussy. I let out a strangled moan that gets swallowed by the tip of another cock now waiting at my lips.
“Holy fuck,” Breadstick hisses as I eagerly take him in. “This mouth.”
Harry doesn’t stop. He fucks me slower now, deeper instead of harder, with his finger teasing my ass until I’m shaking from the stretch, the burn, the fullness. Every nerve in my body lights up, and I come again, my pussy clamping tight around his cock.
“Too much?” Harry asks.
I shake my head, as much as I can with Breadstick’s cock in my mouth, and he groans, his rhythm breaking. With one final thrust—deep and hard—he comes with a grunt, pressing his hips tight to mine. I feel every pulse inside me.
When he eases out, Breadstick also pulls his cock from my mouth. “Move,” he says to Harry, his voice rough. “My turn.”
He jumps down from the boulder and grabs my waist before I can even shift. My pussy’s aching, wet and used, and he slides into me with ease. Breadstick drives his enormous cock into me hard, both hands gripping my ass so tight I’ll have handprint-shaped bruises there tomorrow.
“You wanted all three of us?” he growls. “You get us. Every inch. Every fucking thrust.”
I scream. There’s no holding it in, not with him pounding into me like this.
He leans forward and lets go of my ass, only to spin the chain around and pull it tight. “You going to come again for me?”
I’m already there. My whole body locks up as another orgasm tears through me.
Breadstick doesn’t slow. Not until I’m shaking beneath him, not until a fourth orgasm has built and my screams echo around us.
Someone finds my clit, and I’m pushed over the edge again, a string of curses tumbling from my lips as stars dance in front of my eyes.
Breadstick’s hips slap against my ass one last time before he shudders and stills.
For several hazy, long seconds, all I hear is our heavy breathing.
“How was that for a dicking?” GlowStick finally asks, helping me up.
My legs tremble, and I laugh. “Pretty damn good. A-plus for performance.”
After I get dressed, Harry scoops me up bridal-style and carries me the whole way back to Levi’s truck.