CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
PEYTON
After Hudson and Van took off, I ran home. I couldn’t face any of them. I have no idea why I feel so guilty for leaving and going to college, but somewhere along the way I guess I… fell for all of them and now faced with this choice I don’t know what to do. My phone vibrates again, drawing a sigh from me.
Saint - You’re late.
Me - I’m not coming.
Goliath - Do you want to be punished?
Mac - You have ten minutes to move your ass.
I read the most recent message and shake my head.
Saint - Don’t make me come to you.
Me - I’m tired.
When the three little dots don’t appear I sigh in relief, the guys haven’t come home and I don’t blame them for being angry with me. I just wish my mom had kept her mouth shut and let me tell them. I snuggle into my bed and close my eyes, hoping that when I wake in the morning everything will be okay and they will give me a chance to explain. I hated seeing the crushed looks on each of their faces. It almost looked like I broke their hearts or something.
I jolt awake when a hand covers my mouth, my scream trapped as I fling my arms and try to fight, but the moment my eyes register the three glowing masks, I drop my arms back to my sides.
“You made us come to you,” one of them growls.
Guilt gnaws away at my insides. I love how these three guys make me feel and how they allow me to embrace my sexuality, but somehow I’ve gone and caught feelings for three others. Now being with them feels like a betrayal to Hudson, Van and Kye. It’s fucking crazy considering the guys have never outright said they have feelings for me but I can just tell they feel something, and that shit has been playing on my mind daily.
“Now, we get to punish you,” the one covering my mouth says. The hallway light casts a soft glow in my room, giving me my first real look at them without natural lighting as my guide. I push his hand off my mouth and run my gaze over each of them.
“This is the last time,” I say quietly.
“This ends when we say it ends,” the one at the end of my bed on the right growls. Call me crazy, but even with the masks I am starting to be able to tell them apart. Like, I know that it was Saint that just spoke. The one kneeling on the bed beside me is Goliath and the one beside Saint is Mac. They may wear the same glow in the dark rabbit masks and dress the same, but I can still somehow tell the difference between them. The three of them remind me of my guys and that’s why this is harder than I want it to be. I can never have those three, but I can have these guys. Unfortunately all it will ever be with these three is sex and I need more than that.
I say nothing because this will end, I leave in a couple of weeks for Brown. They may be able to find me in this tiny town, but Rhode Island is too big to find one single person. When I leave this place, I’ll be leaving these three and Van, Hud and Kye. Just the thought alone has my chest aching.
Mac leans forward and grips my sleep shorts. I don’t fight when he tugs them down my legs. Saint lifts my shirt and rids me of it. I lay here utterly exposed and at their mercy. I should kick them out so I don’t risk the others hearing what is about to happen in my room.
“We can’t be loud, the others?—”
Goliath cuts me off. “The house is empty, you’ll be screaming tonight and even if they were home we wouldn’t give a fuck. You’re ours and it's about time you and them learn that, because you belong to us, Peyton Jordan.” His declaration sends a shiver down my spine, need unfurling in my belly at his claim.
Fuck it!
If this is going to be my last night with them, then I plan to make the most of it and enjoy every damn fucking second. I widen my legs for them so they can have a good view of my pussy. Their groans embolden me. I reach for Saint. He tenses when I lift his mask and grips my wrists, halting my movements.
“Blindfold me if you must tonight, but the three of you are going to let me taste those lips.” Saint turns to the other two. The three of them seem unsure and this is my first time seeing them this way. Normally they are always in control and in charge but not tonight.
Tonight, I’m calling the shots and taking what the fuck I want from each of them.
Mac moves across my room and snatches a scarf that I had hung over my vanity. I sit up and wait for him to shield my eyes. The moment my vision turns black all my senses go on high alert. I feel Saint shuffling closer to me. I gasp when his hand grips the back of my neck, then a second later I feel his soft lips press against mine. I throw my arms around his neck and moan as he grants me entry into his mouth. The taste of him overwhelms me and short circuits my brain. Mac cups my tits, forcing me to arch into his hold, needing more. I gasp into Saint’s mouth when I feel Mac lick a trail from my shoulder to my neck and suck on my tender flesh.
“Open those legs for me, Bunny,” Goliath demands. I do as he says. He runs his hands along my legs, sending a shiver of anticipation through me. I blindly trail my hand down Saint’s chest as I feel Goliath position himself between my legs. I grip Saint through his jeans. He breaks the kiss and groans. Mac grips my chin and forces me his way so he can claim my lips in a kiss filled with hunger. When Goliath swipes his tongue through my folds, I cry out and Mac swallows the sound.
Saint frees his cock, then guides my hand back to his shaft. Fuck, this is too much but at the same time it’s not enough. I continue to pump Saint as I reach for Mac, only to find bare flesh beneath my hand.
He’s naked!
I trail my fingers along his abs and relish in the feeling of his bare skin. I wrap my hand around his shaft, gripping him tight and hard, just how he likes it.
“Mac, on your back,” Saint snarls. Mac breaks our kiss and does as he was ordered. I reach down between my legs and run my fingers through Goliath’s hair, blindly holding him in place as Saint pulls out of my hold.
“Fuck,” I moan when Goliath pushes his tongue inside my pussy. “Yes, taste me,” I plead.
“Bring her here,” Mac growls. Hands grip my waist and lift me. “Ride me,” Mac barks as I’m positioned on his lap. I reach between us and blindly line him up with my entrance. I slowly sink down onto his cock and moan at the feeling of him sliding inside me. I'm still tender and sore from last night, but the pain mixed with the sensation of him inside me is a heady mix.
“Her ass is yours, brother,” Saint says in that gravelly tone of his from beside me as Goliath comes up behind me. I cry out when he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh between my neck and shoulder. Mac grips my waist, holding me still as Goliath releases his bite and pushes me forward until I’m flat against Mac’s chest. He parts my cheeks and I wait for the feeling of the lube, but to my utter fucking pleasure it isn’t lube that circles my tight hole, it’s his tongue.
Mac captures my lips in a heated kiss, swallowing all the sounds tumbling out of me as Goliath eats my ass. My body takes on a mind of its own and I can’t stop it from grinding against Mac. Need is riding me hard. Before I can enjoy it more, Goliath pulls back and then presses the head of his cock against my hole and slowly eases inside me. My pussy clamps down on Mac. I push back, needing them both buried deep inside me. I rise until my back is flush against Goliath’s chest, then swing my arm back to grip the back of his neck as I rest my head against his shoulder.
I wish I could see their faces.
“Fuck, baby, you look so good with their cocks inside you,” Saint praises.
“I want the three of you at once,” I plead.
“You heard our girl, brother, put that cock in her mouth,” Goliath growls from behind me. Anticipation holds me in a chokehold as I wait for Saint to get in position. I’m jostled as he moves on the bed. I feel his legs move over each side of Mac, then the tip of his cock is brushing against my lips. I open without being prompted and suck him.
Goliath pulls back and slams inside me. I reach out and grip Saint’s thighs to keep myself steady, while Mac and Goliath thrust inside me punishingly. Saint’s thrusts are hurried and angry. They have never fucked me like this before. It slowly dawns on me that they are being so rough and aggressive because I defied them and made them come to me instead of obeying their orders.
Saint’s fingers tangle in my hair and tug on the strands. “You swallow every fucking drop when I come,” he growls. I moan around him in answer as the other two continue to slam inside me mercilessly. This unhinged side of them is fucking sexy. I love that they are losing control and giving into their baser needs. It’s fucking hot and has me meeting them thrust for thrust, chasing my release, needing it more than my next breath. My cheeks hollow as I suck Saint deeper, trying to swallow all of him. Spit drips down my chin as I gag around him. The sound only seems to fuel them all. I scream around Saint when Mac slams inside my greedy little cunt, hitting that sweet spot. Goliath’s thrusts turn hurried and deeper, pushing me right to the edge. I feel all three of them expanding inside me and I know they are all on the edge with me, ready to explode into oblivion and ride the fucking wave of pleasure.
Three more thrusts and then we are all falling. Stars explode into my vision as Saint comes down my throat. I choke but he doesn’t release me when I try to pull back. Tears leak from my eyes as he forces me to swallow every fucking drop. Mac and Goliath still as aftershocks roll through me without constraint.
When I finally manage to swallow every drop, Saint releases his hold on my hair and his hand knocks my blindfold down. I blink rapidly, allowing my eyes to adjust for a second but the moment I do, everything inside me freezes.
“Fuck.” I flick my eyes up only to be met with the sight of wide blue eyes that belong to my priest. I look down between his legs to find Kye’s brown eyes staring directly at me. I take a deep breath and peer over my shoulder, locking eyes with my brother's bright green eyes, guilt swirling in the depths of those eyes.
They didn’t angry fuck me because I disobeyed them, they did it because they are angry I’m leaving.
“Get. Out,” I grit out through clenched teeth. Hurt flashes in Hudson’s eyes as he slowly pulls out of me. The instant he does, I leap off Kye and run out of the room, locking myself in the bathroom down the hall.