Chapter 32
Em
I dash through the thicket, veering around trees and leaping over roots. I have no idea where I’m going, but I’m sure he’s right on my heels. I hear the snapping of twigs.
Short breaths burst out of my lungs as I bob and weave to avoid low-hanging branches. I can feel him gaining on me.
“Where are you, baby girl?” I hear him calling after me. “Do you really think you can hide from us?”
Us?
Just then my feet stop, and I shriek as I catch sight of Ash straight ahead of me between the trees. He’s dressed in the same all-black outfit and a matching mask.
Fuck! I swing left, pushing more speed from my tiring legs.
Sweat trails down my spine. I stumble blindly in the dark, swatting at the leaves blocking my view. Everything looks the same to me, but I have to assume they know these woods like the concrete maze in their city.
“You can’t hide forever,” Mason’s sing-song voice reminds me. “See, my brother and I have this bet. Whoever catches you first, gets to fuck you. The other one has to back off. ”
His voice is no longer behind me. He’s somewhere to my left as I continue sprinting.
I don’t know for how long I manage to evade them. Minutes race by. I feel my strength fading. I can’t keep this up.
I stop to catch my breath. My muscles burn, and my chest billows to force air into my lungs. My heart pounds in my ears like a drum. It’s all I hear. I catch the sound of rustling too late.
Arms wrap around me from behind. One hand clamped over my mouth to cut off my scream, he whirls me around before his back slams into a tree. I’m trapped, caged to his chest.
My body goes stiff with fear. He tips my head back onto his shoulder. Through the small gap under my nose, I draw in his cologne.
His hard pecs swell against my back. He’s panting too, as we both stay completely still, flush with each other.
“Does it unnerve you when we’re standing like this?” Mason asks, his breaths easing out through the cloth of his mask.
“When you can’t see my face but still feel my breath feathering along your neck, the heat of my body flaring against your backside as both our contours fit together so perfectly…” his voice trails off in a dreamy lilt.
I draw more of his sandalwood and spice scent into me, the ache between my thighs screaming with need.
“It rattles me ,” he stresses. “It sends a need so savage, so primal through me I can’t fight the image in my mind of fucking you into the ground. ”
His graphic language arouses me further. My eyes roll back into my head, and my ass starts grinding into his erection.
It earns me a strained groan. “You’re such a tease, Emily,” Mason rasps into my ear, raising goosebumps along my naked arms. “Do you need to get fucked hard and dirty?”
I nod under the little movement he grants my neck.
“Undo your pants,” he orders.
My trembling fingers fumble with the button. I lower the zipper and push my jeans down as far as my arms reach while he rips his right glove off with his teeth through his mask and stuffs it into his pocket.
Mason’s hot breath caresses the shell of my ear. “That’s my girl. Always so good for me,” he drawls, his bare hand teasing into my underwear from the top while his left keeps covering my mouth.
Two fingers trace my seam, stroking me roughly and spreading me open before they plunge into me.
My strained moan leaks through the seal of his grip over my lips as I grind myself into his touch. Heat and slickness well between us.
Mason’s rhythm picks up. “Soak these panties for me.”
His palm curving over my clit, he adds more pressure with a third finger, thrusting in and out of me faster.
I hear the wetness… the suction…
“That’s all mine. I want to drink you like a fucking fountain.”
Oh God. My hips undulate, and I open my legs more for him, submitting myself entirely to his desire. Let this devil take me. I’m his to use as he pleases .
“You think I can’t fill all your holes myself, baby girl?” Mason’s voice grates out. “I’m going to fuck my brother’s name out of your vocabulary, you hear me? Mine will be the only one falling from these pretty lips.”
My hips buck in his hold, and I climax around his fingers right then.
“That’s right, squirm for me.”
Wave after wave rakes through me at his command as he keeps his ruthless pursuit going. Even once he pulls out and switches his assault to the now-hypersensitive bundle of nerves at my clit. He’s so fucking rough that I’m already chasing another orgasm.
His left hand clamps my nose shut, cutting off my oxygen.
No!
“What do you want, baby girl? Air? Freedom?” he prompts. “Fight me for it. Show me how badly you want to live, and I will grant you both. You’re the one in control, Em. Earn it.”
Tears fill my eyes. I can’t breathe. My nails claw at bare skin where his sleeves have ridden up, and I want to scream at him to stop, but I can’t get a sound out.
I’m panicking. I remember how he disassociated with Vince. How he didn’t realize what he was doing. What if it’s happening again? I can’t shake him out of it. I can’t call out his name.
Mason’ strokes me relentlessly. My body starts to tremble under the tension. I’m so close to coming again. My muscles grow stiff. I feel it peaking —
The orgasm crashes down on me more intensely than anything I’ve ever experienced. The ground under my feet disappears along with everything else. My vision goes black.
My awareness slowly returns with Mason’s coaxing voice. “Come back to me, baby girl.”
I feel his thumb brushing my cheek, his hand no longer covering my mouth.
I jerk awake and suck in a breath. Mason’s gloved fingers stretch across the front of my throat, but his hold is gentle when he twists my head toward him.
His eyes sweep over my face, and a hint of surprise flickers in them, like he didn’t expect me to climax that hard.
The corner of my mouth twitches with amusement. I feel high.
My right hand lifts, and I tug down his mask, revealing a wicked grin.
It only flashes for a second before his lips crash down on me.
“I’m not done with you, Em,” he says, his mouth open over mine.
His tongue flicks at me, and his kiss turns fierce, picking up the heat right where we left off when I passed out. “You’re going to look so good on your hands and knees out here.”
I whimper as the image forms in my mind.
His grip releases my throat, and he nudges me to the ground, my hands already out to brace myself when he settles on his knees behind me.
A heavy palm flattens my chest. With his knees pinning my legs closed, he rips my panties down my thighs .
The cool forest air licks at my wet seam, heightening my sensitivity, and I know it’s all part of his strategy. Everything about Mason is primal and raw, and I ache for it. He makes me feel alive in a way only he can.
He proves it with a slap to my pulsing flesh.
I cry out as the strike ignites a sharp sting through my core. My hips rock under the torment, chasing my climax. My legs tremble.
“Not yet, baby girl,” Mason chides.
He pumps two fingers into me, then pulls them out.
“Mmmh.” I hear him groan as he sucks them clean. “You taste like heaven, baby.”
His belt clanks as he unfastens it and frees himself of his restraints. Then the thick head of his cock crowns my opening.
My breath catches in my throat. Mason thrusts into me in one long moan that sends shivers up my spine. The momentum pushes me forward. My knees and hands skid in the dirt, a hot burn flaring from the friction.
He retreats and drives in again, so deep and harsh I can’t draw air into my lungs.
His right hand reaches around to my clit, flicking his fingers over the swollen nub. “Whose name are you gonna cry out, huh?”
“Yours, M-Mason,” I wail, tears blurring my vision as I jerk into his touch.
“That’s right. The devil has come to feast, baby girl. And I’ll have my taste. Again,”—thrust—“again,”—thrust—“and again. ”
He follows up with more punishing thrusts, each one so deep my vision fizzles, and I see sparks. “I should’ve drawn you like this, baby girl. You’re so fucking beautiful on your knees for me.”
Twigs crunch somewhere up ahead.
I lift my eyes enough to see Ash leaning against a tree.
“Let’s make him watch you come for me,” Mason grates out.
His fingers speed up, stroking me almost painfully hard, but my walls only hug him tighter, greedily welcoming his engorged length on each thrust. He has me teetering on the edge.
My nails dig into the dirt. My muscles stiffen. “Oh God!”
“Tell him whose cunt this is.”
My orgasm crests the instant the words burst from my lips. “Yours, Mason. It’s yours !” I cry out.
My inner walls clench around him. With my admission as much as my body’s confirmation, Mason reaches his own climax. His hips lock, and he spills into me.
Ash pushes off the tree. “You happy now?” he prompts, ambling toward us. “You got her all to yourself?”
“You heard her.” Mason pulls out and tucks himself away before rising to his feet.
Through the haze in my vision, I watch him square off with his brother, leaving me used and discarded on the ground.
A knot twists in my gut.
I catch the sounds of their voices arguing, but the words drift across my mind without substance. My head is spinning as I start to stand .
I pull up my underwear and jeans, swaying on weak legs. My hands tremble. Everything hurts.
Suddenly, Ash’s arm is around my waist, steadying me.
“Take your fucking hands off her,” Mason growls, a fist clutching his brother’s sweatshirt at the neck.
“Or what?”
A tremble surges in my throat. “Stop it! Stop fighting.”
My voice is raw with emotion. I never wanted this. I swore I wouldn’t come between them.
I wipe my tears with the back of my hand. My palms are dirty. “I can’t do this anymore,” I decide, expelling a long breath. “Please take me home.”
My eyes are downcast as I feel both of them staring at me.
Mason lets go of his brother, then his possessive hand clamps around my elbow.
I flinch. “Not you.”
Mason’s fingers tense.
“Ash,” I clarify.
I don’t dare look up at Mason. I feel the icy shift in him at the sound of his brother’s name. My rejection cuts him right to the bone.
His hand falls away without another word, and he storms off, leaving Ash and me alone in the woods. I don’t move until the sound of his boots fades into the brush.
“C’mon.” Ash nudges my feet into motion, and I adhere, curling into his chest as we walk back to his bike.
When he pulls up to my apartment, I dismount and hand him back his helmet. He gave me his since I left mine on Mason’s bike .
I also fish out his house key from my pocket to return it. I won’t be going back there.
My hand lingers in Ash’s. “What’s wrong with Mason?”
Ash withdraws his touch hesitantly, like he’s trying to figure out how to respond without saying too much.
He sets the helmet on his lap and grips both handlebars. The bike wobbles with the shift of his weight on the seat. “When we were younger, we went through some shit,” he replies, his eyes avoiding mine. “We both had it bad, but he never really got over it. He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
I shake my head when his gaze swings back to me.
“Look, maybe you should stay away from him.” His eyes narrow. “He can be dangerous. I’ve caught his fist more times than I can count.”
I give him a weak nod. I can’t say with certainty that I’m not afraid of Mason or what he would do in a fit of jealousy.