Page 15 of Fu*kboys in Flannel

Her hands are fisting the shirt at my back, and I feel her let go and accept me when her legs wrap around my hips. She locks her ankles together, and it keeps the heat of her pressed against me so tightly I find myself shallowly thrusting, dry humping like I did with a girl from Arbor Ridge when I was thirteen.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. I can’t wait to finally sink into you and claim you as mi-” The words die in my throat as I feel Mason barrel right into us.

Goddamn Neanderthal.

“Fucking Christ, Mase. Damn near decapitated me.” I watch as Tessa scrambles up, finally free from being held down, and looks both of us dead in the face. I narrow my eyes, watching her facial expressions, trying to gauge what’s going to happen next when I see her eye twitch. She’s gonna run, try and make a break for the tree line up ahead and the chase will be on again.

I feel Mason tense beside me and know he’s deduced the same thing from her face. He glances at me, and we silently come to an agreement. We’ve already had her together once tonight, so what’s one more time?

I barely give a slight nod of my head before she turns, faster than we anticipated, and starts to take off.

We both surge up from the ground and start using the same signals we use when we go out hunting together.

This time our prey is five-four and dripping lust and fury in a breadcrumb trail feeding our own desires.

We split up, knowing we will cut her off up ahead. We’re faster and know more about this mountain than she ever will. Either she thinks there really is a place to hide out here or she gets off on the chase. My money is on the latter. We all get off on it. The fear and the adrenaline.

Mase and I are all too willing to help provide it.

I pick up my pace with my large strides, cutting right through all the foliage.

“We’ve played this game already tonight, and you were caught. You’ll be caught again.” I yell out into the still of the night.

I hear Mason’s chuckle from about fifty feet away before he has to chime in, “Keep running. Make me work for it. It’ll make it that much sweeter when I fuck you into the dirt and make you as dirty on the outside to match your insides. I know what you think about late at night, dipping your fingers into your panties and stroking your needy little pussy. I’ve read your journals.”

That motherfucker. And he didn’t even have the decency to share with the fucking class.

“Enlighten me since you’ve been holding out. Greedy fucker.” I holler and I hear twigs snapping about twenty-five feet up ahead. She’s moving deeper into the west side of the mountain where we keep an old hunting cabin. Mostly for just when we need to get the fuck away from our dad and the rest of the Ravens.

Chapter 8

Mason

I should have kept my mouth shut, but the one time my silence fails me is now. Love this for me.

But I couldn’t help but taunt her and him.

The fact he found her first eats away at me and I know I’ll be hearing about it incessantly from him and probably the others as well. There’s no way Bennett will keep quiet about this, especially not after I threw down in his challenge.

And there’s nothing that the Ravens love more than to fucking annoy each other.

“Sweet little Tessa has the filthiest thoughts about us, brother. We fulfilled some of them tonight out by the pool. Isn’t that right, spitfire?” Amusement colors my tone because I picture her leaning up against a tree, skin flushed, and squeezing her thighs tightly together as a slideshow plays out across her mind.

I continue stalking towards the last point I heard her heavy breathing and footfalls. She’s lived here for years and still doesn’t know how to fucking walk quietly through the forest.

“And what other little anecdote are you going to share, Mase? I’m eager to hear the words Tessa has been using to get herself off.” Bennett doesn’t even bother to yell out this time. We’ve both converged together and are heading for the same point in the distance. Our voices carry in the air, wrapping around each other and flowing over to Tessa.

“I believe her when she says she can’t choose. Page after page of her journal is about us. Mason and Bennett. Bennett and Mason. She never focuses on one more than the other. All her dirty little fantasies revolve around having both of us. At the same time. Tessa Clarke wants the Slade brothers. In every way possible. Isn’t that right?” I let the question linger.

Bennett stops and glances at me with one eyebrow raised. His bluish-green eyes staring at me and communicating with no words needed. I feel one side of my face rise up in a smirk before shrugging one shoulder. We can agree that right now we aren’t going to fight one another.

We’re going to be the animals everyone claims we are and fuck this girl right into the cold earth beneath our feet. Surrounded by everything we love in this world.

She’s not going to choose one of us. I think we both are starting to realize this, so we need to fuck her out of our systems.

Shit, maybe Grey was right after all.

Post-nut clarity might set in, and the chokehold Tessa has over me could be lifted once I get my dick wet.