Page 16 of Fu*kboys in Flannel

It’s only been me and my hand since she fucking kissed me. That’s a week too long without pussy and I don’t know how anyone fucking does that shit.

It’s got me convinced pretty boy has got to be fucking his stepsister because I don’t see him with any other chicks and if he isn’t having sex, I don’t know if I can trust him to watch my back. I’m going to have to talk with him and make sure he’s getting enough pussy.

He sure as fuck isn’t releasing any tension by fighting, which is a shame because he’s a fucking scrapper.

Sidetracked. Focus Mason and stop worrying about Remington and whether he’s getting pussy or not.

I see a thin but bright outline of red hair peeking out from a large oak tree about 30 feet ahead and signal to Bennett, alerting him to our target being spotted.

It’s no different from when we’re out deer hunting and instead of us fighting over who’s gonna take the shot, we’ll both be taking shots.

We slow down our movements and ease our way through the terrain. Soundlessly, we are able to creep along without alerting her to our presence. I know she can feel us close by, closing in, but she’s foolishly thinking that if she doesn’t move, we will be distracted by the other sounds of the woods. She’s never been hunting with us though and has no idea just how in tune we are with everything. No one compares to us when it comes to hunting, especially in Hollow Hill.

Part of me is tempted to knock Bennett out and drag Tessa off and hide away where no one could find us. There are so many unexplored areas of the mountain that I don’t think we would be found. We’d live off the land and she would have no choice but to choose me. Be with me. All mine, all the time. We could do it. Live in a tent or make a home in one of the caves we would be bound to find. The idea sparks a level of joy in me that I only ever experience when I feel someone’s face giving way beneath my fists.

Dad would never truly let me go. He’d scour this mountain until he found me and drag me back to his house. A grown man, but he’s got me by the balls. He has both of us by the balls. The pile of dirty deeds we’ve done that he lords over us any time we even think of growing a backbone and stepping out of line is tall enough it would have both Bennett and I in prison for years.

No, thank you.

One day though, I’ll watch the life drain out of Eric Slade’s eyes and that day I will know true freedom.

We’re less than five feet away now and I can smell her fear tinging the air around the tree and it makes my cock harden.

My brother and I look at each other and mouth a countdown, five… four… three… two…

We both move swiftly and round the tree and box Tessa in.

I snarl out, “Best looking prey we’ve caught on this side of the mountain, isn’t it, brother?” and I feel her shiver. Whether it’s in fear or anticipation, I don’t know. If I had to guess, I would say both. She fears us, but the feeling turns her on. This girl is far from fucking innocent.

She’s shoving at my chest in anger and Bennett laughs obnoxiously loud. She whirls around and throws her elbow into his stomach.

“You two assholes! I was fucking scared. Grey just drops me off, and you two are fucking with me. The worst started going through my head. It was like Daniel all over again.” She’s pissed, but so am I.

Even hearing that damn dude’s name sets me off, even though I know he’s dead and burned to a crisp up behind the Graves’ brother’s property. Watching his flesh melt and turn to ash was a blessing, because anything less would have been unacceptable. He was nonexistent… not even worthy to feed the earth with his decaying flesh.

“You know better. Your cousin wanted to teach you a lesson, but do you really think he’d just drop you off in an unfamiliar part of this mountain without having a plan?” my brother asks and Tessa looks at us with a deadpan expression on her face before crossing her arms.

“Okay, so maybe Grey would do that. Depends on how badly you’ve pissed him off, but seriously, you had to have known we would come for you. You’re ours. You belong to the Ravens. We all belong to the Ravens. It was a stupid fucking decision to attempt to leave and then try to rope in others to help you. It was always going to end up with you being chased and caught.” Bennett’s words are soft, and I watch as they flow over Tessa’s flushed skin like water.

He doesn’t need to raise his voice. He doesn’t even have to be mean. He’s buttering her up and slowly she’s going to start relaxing her body until she’s putty in our hands.

“Fuck my cousin. He’s the worst out of all of you. He can eat shit and I hope Em never lets up on his ass. Annoy him into an early grave. So you’ve got me. Trapped here. Against this tree. On this mountain. Is it really winning if you capture something from an inescapable prison? Just what are you two planning on doing with me?” Her anger is a vibrant red, matching her hair, and it makes my cock throb.

Her anger feeds into my own, and I love how they swirl together, clashing and battling for dominance.

I crowd her until she’s backing up right into my brother and he wraps his arms around her waist, holding her in place.

I grip her face, chin in one hand, pressing harder than I normally would until she’s forced to open her mouth to try to relieve some of the pressure.

Leaning over her, I bend my head, angling it, so we are parallel.

“Whatever the fuck we want. You thought earlier was rough on you? You haven’t seen anything yet.” And then I let the saliva gathered in my mouth move from the back of my throat until it’s pooling just to the tip of my tongue. A single push of my tongue has spit leaving my mouth and gravity does the rest, pulling it down until it lands in Tessa’s open mouth. I squeeze her jaw harder until she’s forced to swallow.

“Like I said, any fucking thing we want.”

I look up and see my brother watching, assessing, but not disgusted. Why would he be? Jealous maybe because he wasn’t the one that did it, but no disgust. Definitely a little turned on at treating her just like our little whore.

Letting go of her face, I expect hatred to flow out from between her lips and it does, just not in the way I anticipated when I feel spit hit my black flannel.

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