49. Everest
I don’t usually care for Halloween, not since I outgrew trick or treating with Aurora, but as I look at the costumes Griffin picked out for us, I can’t help but smirk.
Costume is a bit of a stretch, considering the only thing actually Halloween related is the mask I’m wearing, but I see his vision.
He picked out black jeans, a black Henley, and matching purge masks for all three of us, because tonight we’re going to have a little fun.
Aurora is already downstairs dressed as a slutty Cinderella, mixing up cocktails with Bishop, who is dressed as Robin Hood.
She thinks the guys and I aren’t doing costumes, which honestly, I forgot about completely, given everything that happened last night.
After I whisked her away to the hotel, Harden only told me they cleared the house, until I heard from him again this morning after the locksmith showed up.
I wasn’t sure we were even gonna go ahead with the party, but Aurora wasn’t letting anything deter us.
She helped the guys decorate the house, set up the furniture, and came up with a spooky drinks menu.
She loves Halloween, just like Griffin, and as soon as people started showing up, the guys and I slipped upstairs to get dressed.
Once I’m ready, I make my way to Harden’s room, finding him sitting on his bed shirtless, watching Griffin get dressed.
“What the fuck is taking you two so long?” I ask, pushing inside and shutting the door behind me, my voice a little muffled from the mask.
Griffin turns with a smirk, opening his mouth to answer me, when I hold my hand up.
“Never mind, don’t answer that, I’m sure I can guess what you were up to.
” With the way they were pressed against one another when Aurora and I got back this morning, it’s safe to say they are pushing way past Harden’s aversion to touch.
Hence the masks. They’re not for us, they’re for him.
Griffin’s idea of taking the pressure off Harden and this entire situation.
And I get it, I do, but the idea of sharing still burns something inside of me, especially now we have to act like she belongs to Harden.
He claimed her publicly. I don’t blame him, I’d have done the same if I could, but I can’t, and that’s the problem.
She might be my everything, but to everyone else she is still my fucking sister.
“You ready for this?” Griffin asks, no doubt sensing my inner turmoil, the fucker is too perceptive for his own good.
“I don’t exactly have a choice, do I?” I snap back, and the smug bastard smirks, pulling on his Henley with Harden watching his every move.
“No, not really, not where our greedy girl is concerned.” He shrugs, because it really is that simple for him, for both of them really, and I guess we all should have realized sooner why that was.
The way they keep looking at one another just reminds me, that I’ll always be the one on the outside of whatever this thing is between all of us.
They can have her and each other, and I will be the one that’s left out.
I’m pretty sure my family wouldn’t even bat an eye at Aurora dating both of them, they’ve always loved Griffin and Harden, and that stings more than it should.
Aurora doesn’t care, I know she doesn’t, and I wish I felt the same, that the same reckless nature that allowed me to claim her, extended to not caring what anyone else thinks, but here we are.
“And what about you, baby, are you ready for this?” Griffin questions, turning toward his lover, and it’s only now I note the tension in Harden's jaw.
I still don’t know what I’m supposed to be ready for . He signs, reaching for his mask on the bed, and despite his clear anxiety, Griffin only smirks.
“For tricks and treats of course.”
By the time the three of us finish getting ready and slip back downstairs, the party is in full swing.
Aurora is in the dining room, playing beer pong on a team with Bishop, the two of them clearly already tipsy, which should only aid in what we have planned tonight.
We all agreed that Griffin would go first, but I’m not sure which direction he and Harden went, and my girl just looks a little too tempting right now.
Stalking toward her slowly, I watch as she and Bishop dominate the other team, winning the game, and him lifting her up in the air in victory.
I have to stop myself from ripping his arms from his fucking sockets, but only because she laughs carelessly as he spins them around.
When he drops her back to the floor, I slink in behind her, my hands finding her hips and pulling her against me.
“Ready to play a little game?” I ask, her body tensing in my hold, her eyes flicking up swiftly, only to find the mask covering my face.
I see her head tilt to the side in question, but when my hands caress her hips again, she relaxes slightly.
She knows it’s one of us, even if she doesn’t know which one.
I feel Bishop watching us in question, but all I offer him is a tip of my head, as I steal away his teammate and pull her back to the kitchen.
I don’t stop until I have her pressed into the counter from behind, and I remain silent as she pushes herself against me, no doubt trying to work out who I am.
“What kind of game?” she finally asks, just as I spot the other two at the opposite end of the house, and I reach out and grip her chin, forcing it in their direction.
“How about we finish that game of Truth or Dare we started?” I suggest, my hands sliding down to toy with the hem or her slutty little costume, and she gasps.
“Dare,” she replies instantly, her eyes still locked on the other two, and fuck if my cock doesn’t swell in my jeans at how desperate she already is.
My breath trails along her shoulder and up to her neck, as I sink my finger beneath her thong and along her cunt.
“I dare you to come on my hand.” Each word is delivered with a delicate flick of my finger against her clit, taunting, teasing, positioning us so we are tucked in the corner, where no one can see my hand, but we are still in clear view of everyone.
I mildly wonder if she presumes I’m Griffin, he started the game that night after all, and he played with her that night in the club.
The thought should piss me off, so why does it make my cock harder?
Why does the thought of us all, anonymously playing with her like this, until she is begging for our cocks, sound so fucking perfect?
Her hips start to move of their own volition, chasing the movements of my hand.
I push down, sliding one of my thick fingers inside of her, my thumb caressing her clit, and we both groan at my intrusion.
Her cunt is already swollen and slick, so ready to be fucked that I think about bending her over right here.
“Do you have any idea how tempting this pussy is?” I ask, pressing my rock hard cock between her ass cheeks, before sinking a second finger inside her. “Right now I’m thinking about plunging my cock inside of you, and letting them all hear you scream, and you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”
She nods, gasping against me, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, before she forces a smile, as someone stumbles to the island to pour themselves a drink.
I lean against her, appearing bored, as I tip my head at the partygoer, as I continue to play with her sloppy clit.
She clenches around me, rotating her hips against my hand, chasing her release that I can almost taste it’s so close.
“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you? You’re gonna be a good girl and soak my fingers in your cum, so I can lick them clean.
” My fingers thrust and twirl, creating a maddening rhythm until she is full on riding my hand without shame.
Both guys are still watching, hell, others may even be watching too, but my eyes are only on her.
Her fingers fly up, digging into my arm, as she once again bites her lip to stifle her moans.
“That’s it, fucking give it to me, Rora. ”
Her entire body spasms as her orgasm rushes through her, my fingers not stopping their thrusting as she explodes around them.
I feel her gush against me, my cock leaking as she drenches me so fucking sweetly.
Only once she is done do I release her, ripping my hand from her thong and slowly separating our bodies.
She turns instantly, watching raptly as I pull my mask up, only enough to slip my fingers beneath it, sinking them into my mouth and sucking them clean.
“How do I taste?" she asks, no doubt still trying to work out who just touched her, and I smirk behind my mask.
My voice is still muffled, as I respond, “Like you need to have all three of your holes filled.” I push back toward her, collaring her throat and pulling her back against me.
“Now, you better run along, because the next player is about to take his turn.” I use my grip on her to shove her face to the side, her eyes widening as Griffin and Harden push through the crowd toward us.
“I’ll give you a thirty second head start,” I tell her, releasing her neck, and she doesn’t hesitate, flicking one last look in their direction, before she dances out of the kitchen and toward the back door, just as the guys reach me.
“Should have known you would cheat.” One of them grunts, and even with his barely audible voice I know it’s Griffin, as both of them come to a stop beside me.
“I didn’t cheat, just prepped her a little bit,” I toss back, reaching out and pouring myself a whiskey, and he snorts a laugh.
“Be honest, Monroe, how much is this killing you?” His question has me pausing, tipping my head in his direction, as I sip some of the whiskey and erase the taste of her from my tongue.
“Not as much as it should,” I tell him truthfully, and I’m sure if I could see his face right now, his eyebrows would be raised.
“Then you better find yourself a front row seat, because I’m taking my turn with him.” Griffin nods his head toward Harden and I’m not surprised, I know they have both been working on Harden moving past his trauma, and I nod.
“She went out back,” I tell them, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and leading them in the direction she ran from us.
When we reach the deck it’s bustling with people, but I don’t spy a slither of blue satin anywhere.
I can tell Griffin and Harden are looking too, their movements casual, yet the casting of their gaze anything but.
A few girls look our way, no doubt intrigued by the masks, but I ignore all of them in favor of looking for Aurora.
Hmm, seems my little sister is trying to play a game of her own, but she should know better than that. Three players are always better than one.
You can run but you can’t hide.