Chapter 21
Ash
I stand over her bed, the LED mask covering my face as I watch her sleep. She’s curled up on her side, her features relaxed and holding a serene beauty.
A few black locks fan out over her face and shoulders, calling my gaze to travel her contours everywhere her smooth skin is exposed.
It lingers on the visible muscle tone of her tanned thighs, and my mouth waters behind my mask. I want to run my tongue along every inch, licking her with the desperation of a starving man and feeling her soft flesh melt against my mouth.
She must’ve kicked the blanket off in her sleep, as it’s now bunched by her feet, showing off a strappy black top and purple boy shorts that stretch over her curves.
Unlike yesterday, when I sneaked in a little after 1 p.m. to surprise her and found her naked, limbs entangled with my brother, both still passed out cold.
What the actual fuck .
He doesn’t do that. Sticking around after sex? Cuddling? Neither do I, but I still had the urge to wrap my hands around his neck and choke him out.
Mason comes up to stand beside me, watching her sleep too. A pleased hum carries to my ears from under his own mask.
My fingers curl into fists as I picture him with her, lying in bed. I can share her with him when we fuck, but not like this. Not this intimacy. I don’t know why, but I want that with her.
Turning my eyes back on Emily, I give her peaceful form another detailed scan. The pulse behind my fly turns urgent as my thoughts trace those smooth, toned legs I had the pleasure of running my hands over Friday night.
My palms tingle with the memory. So soft and warm…
My restrained cock gives another punch to the zipper before I let the image loose. I remind myself that I’ll have her soon enough.
Emily had to walk home alone after her shift last night because Mason and I had an errand to run for Mr. DeMarco that required both of us. More of a pickup and dump than a drop-off, and that gave me an idea.
“Wake up, baby girl,” I whisper, bending over her, my thumb trailing the curve of her cheek. Her skin is like pure silk.
She stirs, and her lashes flutter briefly before her sight locks on to my mask. Her eyes fly open wide. Emily flinches back, arms and legs flailing in an attempt to scurry away.
She has nowhere to go .
Her panicked stare darts back and forth between us to make sense of what’s happening.
“Time to roll,” Mason says, pulling the cloth hood in his hand over her head.
I watch the material get sucked in with a sharp inhale where her mouth is before I flip her onto her stomach.
Straddling the back of her thighs, I grind my swelling cock into her ass while securing the nylon rope around her wrists.
I take my time. She feels so good as she struggles to get free, the friction only makes me that much harder.
I flick my eyes to Mason standing right beside the bed, watching. I can’t see his face under the mask. Is he still grinning?
I swing my leg and lift off. As I throw her over my shoulder, Mason grabs the keys of her car from the nightstand.
Then we’re out.
I put her in the trunk of our Impala, a secondary ride we keep on hand, while Mason follows us home in hers.
I open the garage and back the car in. There’s just enough room with our bikes occupying the same space, but we don’t want the neighbors to get nosy when we carry a restrained female through the driveway.
I pop the trunk and get her out without waiting for Mason to pull up to the house. I lost him a few stop lights ago; not entirely by coincidence.
Tossing Emily back over my shoulder, I trap her thighs in a firm hold against my chest and carry her down into the basement .
I don’t flick the light on. The street lamp shining through the small window on top illuminates the space enough to get around.
I slide her off my shoulder, dropping her at the short side of the pool table, facing me. Her chest rises and falls rapidly despite knowing it’s us who took her.
Her fear is real.
Unlike the bandana that first night, the cloth hood serves a deeper purpose than simply depriving her of sight. It restricts her air flow.
I want to fuck her like that. I want to hear her gasping for each precious breath as she stretches to fit me.
And I want Mason to watch.
She continues to struggle with the restraints around her wrists, thinking she could get them free.
It’s cute.
One hand clamped around her upper arm, I lift the other to the hood over her face. “You’re gonna be a good girl and play along, yeah?” I prompt, my thumb stroking her cheek through the cloth. “I promise we’ll make you feel good.”
Another juddering breath pushes from her nose and mouth, billowing under the hood.
I yank her top up to free her perfect tits, then whirl her around to face the pool table before I bare her ass, too. I slide the skimpy shorts down her thighs, my cock swelling with every inch I expose.
I catch a glimpse of her soft, pink flesh, and my stiff length is in my hand when I push her down on the rough green felt of the table. I want her to feel it chafing her nipples as I thrust into her from behind .
Her breaths pant in anticipation. I align the head at her wet slit and drive it into her with a grunt.
Just then I hear the door slam upstairs, followed by Mason’s boots pummeling the wooden steps.
My sight catches on his tight fists. His mask is down, but I don’t need to see his face to know he’s seething, finding me already balls deep in her. His shoulders are squared like he’s braced for a fight.
The corner of my mouth twitches with the rush of mirth shooting through my veins.