26. Chapter 26 #2
We finish up, Hunter beating both of us, then make our way to Bloodworth Mansion.
The entrance looks like something out of a horror movie—fake cobwebs dripping off gothic columns, candlelight flickering behind stained glass, and the kind of fog that makes you wonder if someone's hiding behind it.
Someone inside screams, and a group of girls bolts out the exit door, clutching each other.
I crack my knuckles. “Let's do this.”
Atlas goes first. I'm in the middle. Hunter is behind me.
The first room is a grand hallway, all dark wood and chandeliers with half their candles dead. An actor in a Victorian costume lunges from behind a curtain. Atlas screams so loud it echoes off the ceiling.
I stare at him. “Did you just scream?”
“No. That was a battle cry.” He clears his throat and straightens. “Totally different.”
Hunter exhales behind me. Might've been a laugh. Hard to tell with him.
We push through three more rooms—a dining hall with a bloody table, a library where books fall from shelves, a nursery where something cries in the dark.
Atlas hasn't shut up through any of it, talking about the lazy staging or how the blood on the table wasn't even the right color.
Hunter is quiet and just takes it all in, brushing his hand along my back every time we turn a corner.
It’s all pretty fucking great.
Except it could be better. I glance over my shoulder. Hunter is looking at some prop Atlas is pointing at.
Perfect.
I cut through a room with shattered mirrors, then a hallway so narrow my shoulders brush both walls. A scare actor reaches for me from a doorway, but I dodge without slowing down. My pulse is hammering and I'm grinning and this is stupid and I don't care.
“You're so fucked when we catch you, Little J.”
My dick stiffens, heat flooding down my spine as my stride falters for half a second before I pick it back up.
I round a corner into a room lit by a single red bulb.
My hand drops to my dick, and I press down through my jeans because the throb is getting distracting. I can't run properly with a hard-on.
The hallway splits. I go left, then right, then through a room with a strobe pulsing every three seconds. My sneakers stick to something on the floor. A door at the end opens into another corridor.
I’m about to step through when a hand closes around my throat from behind.
“What did I tell you about running from me, Little Titan?” Hunter pushes me forward until my chest hits the wall. His body pins me from behind, all of him pressing me flat into the wood. His thumb drags along the outline of my dick. “Hard already?”
He spins me around, then his mouth crashes onto mine. His tongue shoves past my lips as he undoes his belt, then pushes his jeans down. “On your knees and open your mouth.”
“Hunter, what are you—”
“Now.”
Atlas crowds in on the other side, his hand already working his dick, breathing ragged. “Shouldn’t have run from us.”
I place a hand on both of their chests. “Guys, this is a public—”
“Get on your fucking knees, Little Titan.”
I swallow and lower myself in front of him.
“Good boy.” Hunter hooks his thumb behind my bottom teeth and pulls down. “Open wide.”
His cock fills my mouth. Too fast. Too deep. My gag reflex fires instantly, my throat trying to shove him out, but his hand locks around the back of my head and forces me down until my nose is pressed to his pelvis.
“Swallow around my cock.”
My throat spasms, eyes watering until everything blurs. I can’t breathe, can’t pull back, can’t do anything but claw at his thighs while saliva spills from the corners of my mouth.
“That’s it.” He eases out just enough for me to suck in half a breath, then drives back in. The head of his cock punches the back of my throat, and my whole body convulses. “Choke on it.”
Atlas whines beside us, fist flying over his dick, eyes locked on my mouth.
Hunter’s hips snap forward again. And again. Brutal and controlled, his dick dragging over my tongue before slamming deep. “Told you not to run from us. Maybe next time you actually listen.”
I reach down, palming myself through my pants because my dick is so hard it hurts.
Hunter’s boot knocks my hand away. “No. You don’t get to touch yourself.”
I whimper around him as he fucks into my mouth, using it as if he owns it. He pulls out a few seconds later, and I gasp, a thick string of spit connecting my lips to the head of his dick. Before I can wipe my face, Atlas steps in.
“My turn.” He fists my hair as his dick pushes past my lips. He isn’t as thick as Hunter, but the curve of him hits wrong immediately, dragging over my tongue before bumping the back of my throat.
I gag again, rougher this time, my throat refusing the angle even as he holds me there. My hands fly to his thighs, nails digging in, and Atlas makes this broken, wrecked sound that goes straight to my dick.
His grip in my hair tightens. “Look at me. I want to see those baby-blue eyes while you choke on my cock.”
I look up, moaning around him.
He pulls out, leaving just the head resting on my tongue, and I suck in a breath. Then Hunter steps closer and pushes past my lips.
My jaw can’t open wider. No way they are both getting into my mouth.
Hunter places one hand on the wall and towers over me. “Suck. Both of us.”
I hollow out my cheeks and swirl my tongue over them both.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Atlas pants, his chest heaving, eyelids half-mast. Then his gaze flicks over to Hunter’s cock, and the tip of his tongue runs across his upper lip.
I moan, reaching for my aching dick again. Never seen them play, but fuck do I want to.
Hunter kicks my hand again. “Told you once already not to touch. Won’t tell you a third time.”
I give him the finger, then suck hard. They both hiss out a breath.
Voices filter into the room, and I freeze.
Shit.
Hunter stops me when I move to stand. “We’re not done.”
“You can’t be serious.”
They both pull out, their fists pumping their dicks fast and rough. I stay on my knees, panting, staring up at them. They both grunt loudly, their cum streaking across my cheeks, lips, and chin.
Hunter’s fingers close around my wrist when I reach up to wipe my face. His thumb drags through the cum on my cheekbone and spreads it further across my skin. “Leave it. You’re walking out of here wearing us.”
“What?”
Atlas tucks himself away, then takes my hand and helps me up. “Consider it a lesson. Next time, don't take off without telling us.”
“That’s what you think.”
Hunter wraps his hand around my throat, licks the cum from my lips, then kisses me, pushing it into my mouth. “Try it and see what happens.”
I nod.
Except once we’re outside, I wipe my face with my sleeve because Hunter can say leave it all he wants, but I'm not walking past families with jizz on my face.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Atlas pulls his phone from his pocket. “I should’ve waited to send that picture. They won’t leave me alone.”
I glance at him over my shoulder. “Who?”
“My siblings. Like my mom made one comment. One. But the rest of them are going on and on and on.” He looks over at Hunter. “Claire’s asking why you haven’t responded.”
Hunter keeps walking.
My gaze bounces between them. “What’s she asking?”
Atlas chuckles. “They're teasing him.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re the first person he’s dated.”
I stop walking. “What?”
Atlas huffs a laugh. “Don’t look so shocked, Little J.”
“But I thought you two—”
“We’re best friends.” Hunter stares at me, jaw clenched.
“Yep. Best friends.” Atlas swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing as he looks away. “Since we were twelve. Nothing more to it.”
I don’t buy it.
Not with the way Hunter always finds a way to touch Atlas like he needs to know he’s there. Or how Atlas can’t go five seconds without texting Hunter if they’re not together.
And definitely not after what I just saw back in the mansion.
But it’s not really my place to say anything.
Hunter starts walking again. Ahead of us, like earlier.
I sigh and follow. Thought he got over whatever was pissing him off earlier. Guess not.
Atlas is quiet now too.
I sidle up to him, and he wraps his arm around my shoulder.
Hunter doesn’t slow down, doesn’t look back. He just crosses the street to the parking lot, puts on his helmet, and starts his bike.
Seriously, what the hell just happened?
Atlas hands me my helmet, and I put it on. He does the same, then gets on the bike and starts it.
But just as I’m about to get on Atlas’s bike, Hunter grips my upper arm. He stares at me, not saying anything. Then he pulls me closer. “I’m your boyfriend too.”
“Yeah, I know . . .”
Oh. Shit.
I lean forward, pressing the top of my helmet against his. “Yes, you’re my boyfriend too. Sorry, I didn’t say it earlier.”
He grunts. “Now, get on.”
I climb onto the back of his bike and wrap my arms around his waist. “Though, if you speed like the other dipshit, I’ll have to find someone new.”
He twists around, and his dark eyes lock with mine. “Then you signed their death warrant, Little Titan. Because there is no version of your life that doesn't include us now.”
My throat works, but nothing comes out.
Because the truth is, I don’t want a version without them either.
Even if I’m starting to think there is no line they wouldn’t cross to keep it that way.