Page 16 of Carnival Mayhem

I smile, stepping closer. “Our masks? Whatever for?”

She wets her lips again, and her eyes dart to the ground as she mumbles. “I want it to feel like I’m with strangers.”

The implication of her words is not lost on me. She wants to forget who we are. She wants the fantasy of being taken against her will by strangers, of escaping her past, of losing herself in the anonymity of masked men. My pulse quickens as she’s asking us to unleash our darkest selves.

“You want the full experience, don’t you?” I ask.

She nods. “Yes. And... and you can’t stop until I say the safe word. Not even if I say no.”

Colt’s fingers tighten on the trapeze bar beside him, and I know he’s fighting to maintain control. “What’s the safe word, Flora?”

“Bubblegum,” she whispers. “And I’ll click my fingers if I can’t speak.”

The air crackles with anticipation, and I feel Colt’s gaze on me, questioning, seeking confirmation that I’m willing to push our boundaries this far.

I step closer to him, sliding my hand into his back pocket, squeezing his ass.

Colt immediately tenses and his breathing catches in his throat at my touch. Feeling his ass clench in my hand makes my dick swell.

“Deal,” I say, holding Flora’s gaze. “But once we start, we won’t hold back.”

Colt clears his throat and speaks, clearly affected by me grabbing his ass as there’s a huskiness in his tone. “Are you sure about this? What about birth control?”

For a moment, I wonder if she’ll back out, but then she surprises me. “Yes. I need this. And you don’t need to worry I’ve got an IUD. I want you both to come inside me.”

I groan, my dick swelling my pant. “Fuck yeah, sounds good to me.”

Colt and I share a glance, both of us wanting it. He grins and turns his attention back to Flora. “Then run, angel. Take aleft outside the tent and head into the woods. We’ll give you a fifteen-second head start.”

She hesitates, but then she turns and bolts, her movements graceful even in her haste.

Colt turns to me and there’s hunger in his gaze. “Ready to hunt, Nash?”

I laugh, placing my hand on his shoulder. “Always, partner.” Immediately, his eyes darken and I feel this electricity crackle between us, making my dick hard.

We count to fifteen, giving Flora her head start. As we exit the tent, the cold night air washes over me, raising goosebumps on my skin. I spot Flora’s figure as she just heads into the shadows of the woods.

“Come on, let’s give her the thrill of her life!” Colt calls out, taking off.

I follow, my heart pounding with excitement. The darkness of the woods closes around us, the moonlight filtering through the bare branches creating an ethereal glow. I hear Flora’s breathless laughter up ahead, and I know she’s enjoying this game, the thrill of the chase. I lengthen my stride once again, closing the distance between us.

Flora’s golden hair catches the moonlight as she ducks behind a tree. She peeks back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She dashes to the left, and I quicken my pace. She’s fast, her small body nimble as she weaves between the trees. Is her gymnastics background helping her navigate the forest with such agility?

Colt whoops, his deep voice echoing through the woods. “Not so fast, angel! We’re coming for you!”

Flora lets out a squeal, and I know she’s loving every moment of this. I lengthen my stride toward her. I’m more graceful than Colt. I dart around a cluster of trees, and that’s when I see her—up ahead, frozen in place.

She’s trapped between us.

Colt roars, running full tilt, and I know he will get to her first. But at the last moment, Flora darts to the right, straight into my waiting arms. Her body collides with mine, and I wrap my arms around her, lifting her off her feet. She shrieks, and I swing her around, my body buzzing.

“Gotcha,” I murmur, spinning her until she’s facing me. She’s breathless, her eyes bright with exhilaration. And now, the game begins.

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FLORA

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