Page 141 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

I look over in shock when Silas lets out a genuine laugh. “Spot on, Bennett,” he says. “Problem is, we need to determine placement.”

“Oh, that’s easy.” Mason leans over with his other hand and drags his nails down Nim’s scarred thigh, leaving four red lines behind. “It’ll work on a rotation basis, see?”

Fuck this. I’m notnearlyclose enough to this action. I unlace my shoes, putting them neatly behind me, and then slip my legs around Nim’s body, resting them on either side of hers.

The girl sitting with her boyfriend a few yards away whispers, “I can’t watch this.”

Her boyfriend groans. “But it’s just getting?—”

She shushes him, and a few seconds later they walk away. We’re still not alone—two guys are tossing a football to each other not ten yards away—but now we have the dappled shade of the oak tree all to ourselves.

I like the idea of filling Nim’s holes on a rotation basis too, but I’m more interested in seeing what she’s going to do. So as soon as I have my legs beside hers, I shift forward until my dick is right against her ass, and I slide a hand under her arm while she tries to fend off Silas and Mason’s hands on her legs.

Her body goes rigid when I hike up the skirt of her dress right to her fucking hips. With the blazer over her legs, I doubt anyonecan see much, but we’re close enough to the path that if someone were to walk past, they’d be able to answer my next question with accuracy.

“Are these white?” I ask, snapping the band of her rose-pink panties. There are little pawprints over the fabric, the elastic hem topped with white lace. They’re possibly the sexiest pair I’ve ever seen, but maybe that’s because they’re so thin that when I rest my chin on her shoulder, I can clearly see a dark patch of curls beneath the fabric.

Nim grabs the hem of her dress and tries to yank it down. Mason and Silas grasp her wrists and pin them into the crook of my hips, making me shift at how close they are to my dick.

“He asked you a question,” Mason says.

“What are you, color blind?” she snaps, finally relenting. And then, as if fearing our wrath, adds, “They’re pink.”

Fuck, her defiance is getting me hard again. I don’t understand how she can have that level of control over me, but that’s something I’ll mull over tonight while I jerk off.

“Yet the dress code stipulates only white underwear should be worn,” I say.

Nim lets out a bitter laugh. “Please. No one can expect?—”

I grab the side of her underwear and twist it cruelly. I hear a few threads snap, and Nim gasps as the fabric cuts into her plump hip. “Are you calling me a liar, Winters?”

“No,” she whispers. “I...I didn’t know.” Not as contrite as I’d have liked, but it’s a start.

I look up at Mason, then Silas. Mason has a wicked gleam in his amber eyes, and from the way his blazer is tenting in his lap, I’m pretty sure he’s got a bigger hard-on than I do. Or Silas, for that matter. Silas looks down at Nim’s underwear, then back up at me, eyes wide.

We stare at each other for a second, not blinking, and then Silas lets go of Nim’s hand. She immediately tries to wrench myhand away from her underwear. I snatch up her hand and shove it under Silas’s blazer, forcing her fingers around his dick before he can do more than flinch at the touch.

“Settle down, Nim,” I hiss into her ear. “Think we won’t run a train on you behind that oak tree?”

Nim’s stiff arm slackens, and her chest hitches. Is she crying? But when she speaks, there’s only bitter anger in her voice. “You’ll rot in prison for what you did,” she says. “I’ll make sure of it.”

We all laugh, even Silas.

“No, Winters. The only thing you’re going to make sure of is that both my friends come before you do.”

She turns her face to gape at me, putting our mouths less than an inch away from each other. And God, I almost kiss her. But with my hands still wrapped around hers, forcing her to hold onto Silas’s dick, I can feel how a pump of blood thickens him up, and it pulls my attention away from Nim’s sweet, needy little mouth. I make her squeeze Silas, and again feel his cock throb through her grip.

“You heard me,” I growl, pushing her face away with mine so I can nip at her earlobe. Her array of diamond studs clatter over my teeth, and I hook one of them, tugging.

When I look up, Mason’s staring at me with hooded eyes. The wicked gleam is gone, replaced with something much darker. Much...hungrier. He lets go of Nim’s hand, his fingers sliding away from my hip, and I cup my hand over hers, guiding her under Mason’s blazer. This was nothing like what I just did to Silas. That had been a quick flash of movement, an adder strike.

My heart is accelerating in my chest, a heavy feeling of foreboding pressing down on me. This is so fuckingwrongbut I can’t help but push this as far as it will go before someone breaks. I expect Mason to push me away, but he opens his legs a little wider, giving Nim easier access to his dick.

I slowly wrap Nim’s fingers around it, immediately struck with how much harder it is than Silas’s. Then again, I’ve always known he was a horny fuck.

Nestling my face into Nim’s neck and catching a big hit of her girly smell, I force her to squeeze both Mason and Silas’s dicks through their pants. “Do you know how to do this?” I whisper into her ear.

“F-fuck you,” she murmurs. I nestle harder into her neck, and she tries to twist away from me. Fuck, I so badly want to touch her, but I know the moment I let go of her, she’ll pull away from Mason and Silas.

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