Chapter 26 Ash
Ash
The ground is cold and damp under my feet. My heart is trying to punch through my chest. And despite the adrenaline and slight fear, I am so fucking happy I could scream. Marcus never gave me this kind of excitement during our relationship.
Then again, how do you ask for a chase in the woods? The anticipation of getting caught. Of getting bent over and fucked and then taken care of afterwards?
Branches catch my arms as I weave through the trees, the bark rough against my skin, the night air filling my lungs in sharp pulls that taste like pine and wet earth.
The moonlight cuts through the canopy in silver pieces, enough to see the shapes of trunks, the dip of the trail, and the dark mass of the creek bed somewhere ahead.
My feet know this property better than my brain does, finding the path by muscle memory, dodging roots I can feel but can't see.
Somewhere behind me, three men just walked into the dark.
For me. The thought makes my blood run so hot that the cold air barely registers on my bare arms. Every sound in the woods could be footsteps.
Every shift in the shadows could be a hand about to close around my wrist. My skin prickles with it, the anticipation, the thrill of being wanted badly enough to be hunted.
The creek appears before I'm ready for it, the sound of water over rocks reaching me a second before the ground turns soft.
I try to cut left along the bank but the mud is thick where the water has been lapping and my foot slides out from under me.
I go down hard on one knee, my hands sinking into cold muck, a yelp punching out of me as the impact jolts up my thigh.
A hand closes around my ankle.
"Gotcha."
Teague. His grip is firm on my leg, his breathing hard, his grin visible even in the dim moonlight. He pulls me toward him through the mud and I slide on my knees until I'm right in front of him, his hand moving from my ankle to my hip.
"That wasn’t even five minutes!" I gasp. "You said five."
"I said five for them." He crouches down, his face close to mine, his breath warm against my mouth. "Didn't say anything about me. Besides, we were getting antsy."
He kisses me hard, his hand fisting in my hair, his mouth tasting like coffee and cold air.
My hands are covered in mud but I grab his shirt anyway, smearing dark streaks across his chest. He pushes me back until my shoulders hit the wet ground, his weight settling over me, his knee pressing between my thighs.
He yanks my sweats past my hips, the cold air biting at my skin, the mud seeping through the flannel against my back. His fingers find me still open from the plug I wore most of the day and he groans against my mouth.
"Kept yourself ready for us." His voice drops into the register that turns my bones liquid. "Good boy."
He pushes into me on the creek bank, the water running three feet from my head, my back in the mud. The stretch makes me cry out, the sound carrying through the trees as his hand flies to cover my mouth.
"Quiet, Sunshine. Unless you want them to find us before I'm done."
I can't be quiet. He's driving into me with short, hard thrusts that shove me into the wet ground on every stroke, his body burning above me.
My sounds leak between his fingers, muffled and continuous, desperate for more.
He sets a pace that has me shaking in under a minute, the pressure building, my cock aching between us.
I reach for myself and he catches my wrist, pinning it above my head in the mud.
"No." He grins down at me, his hips never slowing. "You don't get to come yet."
"Teague, please—"
"That's for whoever catches you next." He drives in deep and holds there, pressing against the spot that makes my vision swim before unloading inside of me.
Then he pulls out. The emptiness is so sudden that the sound I make doesn't belong to any category of human noise, my body clenching around nothing, my hips lifting off the ground chasing what's already gone.
"Run," he says, reaching behind him. He drops a pair of boots beside me. "Put those on first. Dad's orders."
I shove my feet into the boots with shaking hands, my body throbbing, my cock so hard it hurts. The sweats are muddy and soaked as I yank them back up. Teague sits on his heels looking thoroughly pleased with himself, his jeans still open.
"I hate you."
"You love me. Now run before I change my mind about letting you go."
The boots are too big but better than bare feet and I crash through the underbrush with zero grace, branches catching my arms, my breath coming in ragged bursts.
My body is screaming for release, every step jostling the ache between my legs, Teague's denial pulsing through me like a second heartbeat as his cum drips out of my ass.
I cut through a clearing, something shifting in the shadows to my left. Ledger. I see him half a second before he moves, his tall frame stepping out from behind a tree with the quiet certainty of a man who's been standing there for a while, letting me come to him.
His hand catches my arm. I twist but his other hand slides around to grab my ass, pulling me flush against him, his mouth finding mine in the dark.
The kiss is hard and possessive, his tongue pushing past my lips while his fingers dig into the muscle through my wet sweats.
A laugh bubbles up in my throat, the delight of being caught mixing with the heat of his hand kneading me through the fabric.
I twist out of the kiss and wrench sideways. His grip is iron but I'm slick with mud and sweat. His fingers drag across my skin and lose purchase. I'm gone, laughing, crashing through the last stretch of trees toward the path that runs alongside the house.
Making a quick cut to the left, I double back toward the creek, pretty sure Teague won’t still be there.
To my surprise, he isn’t but Cass is, a wild grin on his face.
A shriek pulls from my lips as he grabs me and lifts me against a tree, the man rocking against me as he sucks on the side of my neck.
I nearly melt right there until he drops me to my feet and twists me around to face the tree. My sweats are dragged down my thighs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my ass in the next second. I breathe through the stretch, Teague’s release easing Cass’ thrust.
He’s just as ruthless as his brother, maybe even worse as he gently grabs the back of my neck, the other hand settling on my waist. “This okay, gorgeous?”
“Mmm, yeah.” My head drops forward. “Fuck, I need to come.” My voice breaks on the last word as Cass starts pumping inside of me.
“Not yet,” he whispers, his voice sounding like the devil himself, a bit gravely. “Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so fucking dirty for us.” He suddenly pulls out, finishing against my ass and my lower back, the warmth a stark contrast from the evening cold.
He drags my pants back up and slaps my ass before stepping back, my whole body on edge.
I’m painfully hard at this point, whimpering for release as I twist back around, covered in these men.
“I need to come,” I whisper. Some part of me just wants to reach into my pants and jerk myself off.
The other part of me wants the sweet release when they take me apart.
Cass steps back up to me, gently cupping my mud-streaked face. “Color?”
“Gre-en. I… please make me come.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “Not yet.”
Then he lets me go, an obvious way to escape. I take off, not even sure where I’m heading at this point. I crash through the leaves and branches, pretty sure I’m heading back to the house, my heart beating so loud in my chest, I’m sure the entire forest can hear it.
The moonlight seems to dim, launching the forest into almost pitch black.
My heart lurches into my throat as I slow down, twisting around to see something.
I was so consumed by the excitement of the game that I forgot how much I hate the pitch black, how terrifying it can be.
With shaky hands, I pull out my phone and bring out the flashlight, the adrenaline surging again when I catch Ledger two steps away.
I should be fucking terrified but the sound that falls from my lips is nothing other a mixture of relief and pleasure. He closes the distance between us, dragging me to the ground, and ripping my pants from my legs and over my shoes completely.
“Color, Trouble.”
“Still… yellow? I… no I’m good.”
He pauses, just hovering over me. “Tell me what’s wrong, babe.”
The change in pet name has me searching for his face, my hands reaching to catch his shoulders. I can just make out the gray of his eyes and that calms the rest of the panic trying to overtake me. “The dark isn’t my favorite.”
“Do you want to go inside?”
“No. Just… don’t let me go, okay?”
He hums. “Never. Just focus on me.”
His hands move beneath my thighs and prop them up, my feet now dangling over his shoulders.
This leaves me completely open for him, the sound of a zipper meeting my ears before he drives into me.
A cry tears from my throat as I scrabble for purchase, but there’s only dirt to hold onto, my fingers digging into the ground.
I’m nearly folded in half as he fucks into me with ruthless thrusts. My cock explodes all over my chest the moment he presses a thumb inside of my ass alongside his length. “That’s… oh my god. I’m so full. Ledger!”
He pulls out and flips me over, my face planting in the mud before I twist my head to press my cheek into the ground.
He drives back into me, not even slowing down.
This time Ledger slips two fingers into my ass, scissoring them until he’s stretched me out further, my cock already hardening a second time.
“God, you stretch so beautifully, Trouble. You’re going to be perfect for what we have in store for you.” A grunt tears from his chest as he buries himself further into my ass. “Color, babe? Shit, I’m going to come.”
His hands kneads into my ass, as the other one sticks a third finger inside of me. “Gre-en,” I push out. God, I think I’m already going to come again.
He pulls out and flips me again before wrapping a hand around my cock, frantically jerking me off until my back is bowing off the ground floor. I feel my vision blurring around the edges as I desperately try to stay present. I don’t want this night to end.
“Stay with me, Trouble,” Ledger purrs as I come again, his release following as it sprays across my chest, shooting up far enough to catch my neck and chin.
My body shakes from two releases so close together, my limbs almost numb, everything covered in dirt, sweat, and come.
“God, I’m tempted to ruin you all over again, right here. You good?”
He helps me slowly sit up, my pants a damp heap a few inches away, next to my still illuminated phone. Ledger pulls me to my feet before handing me my phone and then a small flashlight before kissing the side of my head.
I sag against him, catching my breath as Ledger checks on my color again. It’s still green, very green, now that I have a flashlight. Though, I’m not sure how fast I’m going to get on these legs.
“Then run, Ash. Run, babe.”
He twists me around and swats my bare ass, my face heating up as I realize I’m still bare from the waist down. Fuck.
I take off, completely unsure where I am right now but with the flashlight, I’m okay. Until I see the porchlight just beyond the line of trees, Cass leaning against one of the posts. A deviant grin is plastered on his face, Teague just inside the front door with a matching look.
I twist back around to see Ledger not too far away and realize that this moment was curated. A moment with all three of them. Yes, please.