Page 8 of Fu*kboys in Flannel
That’s all it takes. My legs are shaking and I’m coming all over Mason’s face, and he’s showing no signs of letting up. I should be nervous that anyone could walk out here at any time and see what we’re doing, but I just don’t care.
“Show me,” Bennett breathes out, his back bowed, still leaning over me. I open my mouth and flatten my tongue, letting him see the white pool of his release coating my tongue before I roll it back into my mouth and swallow with a moan.
I cry out when Mason adds a second finger. He looks up at me with dark eyes, still gripping my shaking thigh with one hand. He pumps his fingers in and out quickly and then repeats the motion slowly, threatening to tease me to the brink of another release.
“I can’t,” I pant out. “I need a break.”
“Get up,” Mason demands as he follows suit and shoves his boxers to the ground. I feel the couch sag next to me as Bennett sits down, and I struggle to get up on wobbly legs. Bennett’s arm comes out to brace me. I think he’s going to push me down on my knees, but instead, he pulls me onto his lap. It’s like they’re moving in sync as Bennett spreads my legs for Mason and then slides his hands up to cup my tits roughly.
I can see Mason is annoyed by the look he shoots at Bennett, and I’m guessing he doesn’t like watching his brother’s hands on my body. Instead of arguing about it, he fists his cock with one hand and rubs his fingers along my sensitive slit with the other. I look down, fascinated at the visual when he pushes his finger inside me. When he adds another finger again, I let my head fall back against Bennett’s shoulder. I don’t know how much more I can take. It feels so good, too good.
“Eyes open,” Bennett commands, pinching my nipple hard and sucking on my neck. Mason pumps his fingers in and out, curling them deliciously inside me. I buck my hips, silently begging him to go faster, harder, to just fuck me. But Bennett grips my hip, pulling me down and forcing me to let Mason have all the control. “If you want to be our little slut, you need to act like it.”
I watch as Mason lifts his fingers, pushing them roughly into my mouth. A wicked smirk lifts his top lip as I suck, showing him what I want to do to his cock. He must lose patience because I’m being pulled forward, and he gives me no warning before he shoves his hard dick into my mouth. I grab onto his sides, trying to steady myself as he fucks my mouth, fisting my red hair in one of his hands. Bennett grips my hip in one hand and my thigh in his other, shifting me so my wet pussy is sliding along his hardening cock. When he rubs against my clit, I moan, humming around Mason’s dick.
More. I need more. I need to feel his throbbing dick sliding in and out of me. I want to beg him, plead with him to give me what I need. But all that comes out are grunting noises that are sloppy and wet around Mason’s dick.
Mason is rougher than Bennett, fucking my throat brutally, but I wouldn’t expect anything less. He owns my entire being unapologetically. My eyes water, causing tears to cascade from my lashes onto my cheeks. I see the excitement flash in Mason's eyes as he wipes the droplets with his thumb and brings it to his lips. Before I know it, he’s groaning, holding my head still as I gag around his length. He doesn’t warn me when he comes, but his face is absolutely beautiful when it’s twisted in pleasure. It’s something I’ll never forget, I’m sure of it.
I don’t expect either of the Slade brothers to cuddle me or say sweet things when they’re finished, but I don’t expect Bennett to push me off his lap or Mason to shove me down on the concrete in front of him either. I reach down to pull my still wet dress up over my chest, but Mason swats my hand away. I hear Bennett moving around behind me, but all I can do is stare up into Mason’s eyes. The anger is still there, but there’s something else there too. He wants me to make a choice, and despite the threats they throw out, the Slade brothers both know they can’t force me to choose one over the other. I’ve proved that time and time again over the years.
When Bennett returns, my back instantly stiffens as he presses something made of heavy metal to the back of my head. I instantly know it’s Mason’s gun that had been discarded on the couch, probably left out for this very reason. Everyone on the mountain has weapons, it’s the only way to stay safe in the wilderness. It’s not the first time I’ve seen Bennett point a gun to someone's head, but it’s the first time I’ve been on the wrong side of it.
It’s Mason who speaks, his eyes never wavering. “Gun to your head. Which one of us do you want?”
Anger rushes through me when I spit the words, “Pull the fucking trigger.” Mason’s eyes flare with anger and his jaw sets. Suddenly, I’m very glad that Bennett is the one with the gun.
It’s Bennett who pulls me to my feet, spinning me around to face him, probably unsure if I’ll keep taunting Mason until he actually shoots me in the head.
“We both want you. All of you. We won’t share. You weren’t an option for us until you changed the rules last weekend. You started this fucking game, and we’re going to end it.” His hands are gentler this time when he cups my face, but his words are harsh.
“And if I don’t choose?” I pull away from him, putting enough room between all three of us so I can breathe.
“We’ll make your life a living nightmare,” Mason threatens.
I start to say that they already do that, that their terms aren’t fair, but I cut myself off, realizing how childish that sounds. I see how miserable I’m making them, and I know if I stay here, I’ll only hurt both of them and make them hate each other.
I don’t say another word to either of them. I pull my dress up over my chest and don’t bother looking for my shoes or my underwear.
“Tessa!” They both call my name one time when I turn and run for the trees separating our property lines. I suck in a breath when I feel the sharp pain of sticks and rocks under my feet. If I fall down and die right now, it would be better than the humiliation of facing the Slade brothers again.
This time, when I get home and lock the door behind me, they don’t chase after me. I know what I need to do. I quickly text Remington to see if I can catch a ride with him before I head up to my room to quietly pack.
Mason and Bennett will forever have my heart, but I won’t be responsible for making them hate one another. My feelings are raw, fresh and all over the place. The only thing I know for sure is that if I ever return to Hollow Hill, there will be absolute hell to pay.
Chapter 5
Mason
I watch Tessa run through the trees and I’m vibrating, holding myself from going after her. She’s always fucking running from me, and I hate that shit.
“Well, that didn’t turn out how I anticipated. I really thought she’d choose. Guess the little spitfire has more steel in her spine than I thought.” Bennett muses next to me as his eyes track her retreating form as well.
“She’s delaying the inevitable. Next time, I’ll be the one holding the gun and I’ll shoot someone. I don’t fucking care.” I reply back with annoyance dripping from my tone at Bennett’s cavalier attitude. He wants her as much as I do, and he’s just as ruthless as me as well. His incessant need to use humor all the time has me wishing I fucking shot him ten minutes ago when I noticed him pulling the pistol on Tessa.
“Let her fucking sulk and be up in her feelings. We put her body through it tonight and her flight instinct clearly won out. She’s at home. She’s not getting very far. C’mon, let’s go inside and get a drink and maybe cause some shit.” He turns around walking around the pool and heading back inside but I stay behind.
“You have fun with that. I’m good.” I shrug his suggestion off and allude that I need to be by myself for a while. Too many people in the house right now and if I snap, we’ll be spending the rest of our night cleaning up bodies and making them disappear.