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“I applied to Brown before I moved here. I…” She clamps her mouth closed and looks at each of us. She owes us nothing but yet she feels what we do, this unexplainable pull between the four of us. “I didn’t think I would get accepted so I never mentioned it to anyone.”

“That was why your father called?” Van hedges. She exhales and nods. “Good luck, have fun and all that shit,” he bites out before stalking off. Peyton’s shoulders slump and I know this must be hard for her, but it’s worse for us. She has no idea we are the guys in the masks, we are the ones she is leaving behind. She may have started to feel for us and if she somehow knew the truth, maybe those feelings would be enough for her to stay.

“I gotta go,” Hudson mutters then follows after Van.

She lifts those tear filled eyes to me and I crumble. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. “We’ll figure it out.” I have no idea what I mean by that, but I just need her to know we are here and we are an option.

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 whenwesay 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 Iwant 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.

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