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I’m totally not expecting what Mason does next. With a twinkle in his eye, he draws the fabric at the sides of her shirt back, trapping her arms behind her, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s made a knot of them.
I have the most tantalizing view of her breasts jutting from her chest as her back bows.
“What are you doing?” she finally heaves out, a moment of panic crossing her face.
With her arms trapped between them, Mason’s hands drift up, cupping her full tits, tweaking her nipples through the lacy fabric. “She’s got perfect handfuls, man. Big enough to fuck.” She whimpers at his words, and it causes a chain reaction all the way over here. I don’t look down or give Darcy the slightest warning. The orgasm rips down my spine in a flash, and I pump cum down her throat like it’s spurting from a fire hose. It’s fucking glorious. After a few deep breaths, I remove myself from her mouth and tuck myself back in my pants.
Darcy’s stunned or something, but she’s nothing if not pliable, willing to do anything I ask of her. I bend at the waist and grasp her chin before whispering, “Good girl. Now, go on back inside.”
She wets her lips, a grin stretching her pink cheeks. “Thanks, Duke.” She stands, albeit on shaky legs, and begins to turn her head, obviously looking around for the other parties involved, but Mason has walked Lennon over toward the firepit, her body blocked from view by his. I’m surprised that he’s concerned about our fourth wheel at all, but I’d prefer Darcy doesn’t get the chance to ask questions.
“Take off, Darcy. That way.” I point and nudge her toward the house.
“See ya!” She waves, weaving a bit as she gets to the patio door.
I wait until she’s reentered the party to head over to join Mason and Lennon. Now that the extra player in this little bit of debauchery has left us, I have a few questions of my own. I stride purposefully over to them, rounding the pair and coming to a stop directly in front of Lennon.
Her eyes widen when she sees me, arms straining against her makeshift bonds. “Okay, that was kinda hot, but I’m done now.”
I cock my head to the side. “I dunno, Mason. Do you think we’re done?”
He shakes his head. “Nah. Not necessarily.”
I wet my lips. “Did you like watching me, Lennon?”
“No,” she hisses, looking back toward the house for the first time since this started.
Mason dips his head down beside hers and whispers something in her ear.
She cringes. “I-I don’t know.”
“Sure you do. Answer the question, baby sis, and we’re done, just like earlier.” As he makes his demand, her body visibly shivers in his hold.
My curiosity is piqued. “What’d you just ask her?”
Mason slides his palms up and down her arms, then gives them a squeeze. “I asked why she was lying because she obviously did like watching. In fact, I bet her panties are soaked.” His lips twitch into a smirk. “Then again, she’s only wearing a tiny scrap of lace today, so it wouldn’t take much.”
“Mason.” She huffs out his name like she wants to spin around and punch him, but unfortunately for her, he’s still got her arms caught behind her back. “Let me go. Right now.” She presses her full lips together, staring stonily at me.
He thinks about it for a moment, then murmurs. “Okay, but only because I want to. You’re not in charge here. Not by a fuckin’ long shot.” While he’s busy releasing her, I can’t help but wonder how he’s aware of what underwear she has on today. But even more, I want to dip my fingers inside them and find out if she’s wet for me. Though it may have been him touching her, the connection she had was with me.
But I can’t do what I want. I have to rein myself all the fucking way back in now, because I’d be risking way too much if she ever knew I’m dying to fuck her. I can’t let her play me the way her mother does my father.
“There’s an easy answer to your question, Mason.” My lip curls as I look at her, going for what I know hurts her. “She lied because she’s a lying little whore. It’s what she does. Just like her mama.”
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LENNON
Shoving awayfrom both Mason and Duke, my face flames with embarrassment, How fucking dare they?Fuck this.I run blindly, tearing back into the house while clutching my shirt closed. I don’t know where to go, but I need to cool down, both literally and figuratively. I dash into the kitchen where there are far fewer people and stand in front of the sink.
I’ve had a few too many, and I know it. It’s fucking hot in this frat house, and the dancing made me thirsty, so I drank. And then I needed fresh air, and that’s how I got myself into the awkward position with Duke and Mason in the first place. My head is definitely still swimming, though I can’t tell how much of what I’m feeling is undilutedshame.
I have no idea how long I stood like a complete creeper in the shadows, watching my stepbrother get his knob polished by that sorority girl. And the next thing I knew, Mason was at my back, quietly asking whether I thought Duke would ever come because he looked bored out of his mind. I remember the silky, seductive words he’d whispered in my ear that’d been like an unexpected flame licking between my legs. “Maybe we should help him out.” And then… yeah, things went haywire from there, and I don’t even know when it went fromthis is wrongtoOh god, yes.Because between Duke’s desire-filled eyes on me and Mason’s hands slowly undressing me, along with more dirty whispered words, things had gotten confusing real fast.
I’d like to splash water on my face, but the last thing I need is to walk out of here with mascara running down my cheeks, like they upset me so much that I cried. Not happening. This morning had definitely been an anomaly, and I’d been so embarrassed to let Bear see my tears. At least it’d felt warranted. But this? I’ve been through too much for something like this to bring me to tears.
Ignoring the other people moving around me, I sweep my hair up and pull it off my neck. With no hair tie handy, I knot the long length carefully at the back of my head. After that, I run my hands under some cold water, chilling them, and then hold them to the exposed skin where Mason had touched me with his rough fingers and where Duke’s hot eyes had blazed a path. I repeat the process a few times in an attempt to cool myself off but seeing as how it’s not working like I’d hoped, I doubt the real problem is the Georgia heat or the alcohol buzzing through my system.
