Page 27 of Fu*kboys in Flannel

“I’m not fucking you, I’m still mad at both of you,” I say, but he only shoots me a smile.

“Isn’t that usually when we fuck? When you’re mad at us?” Bennett says easily as he slides into the bed next to me and I’m surprised when it elicits a chuckle from his brother. Instead of trying to start an argument with Bennett about who is going to get me for the night, Mason walks toward us before stopping at the foot of the bed. He follows Bennett’s lead and strips, leaving his clothes in a pile on the hardwood. He makes his way around to the other side of the bed and pulls the blanket back, giving me a view of his throbbing cock. He’s so hard and he hasn’t even touched me. I shake away the thought because I need to put a stop to everything now. I should be kicking and screaming and telling them that I’ll never forgive them for tonight. That’s the thing about the Ravens though, they don’t care about silly things like apologies and forgiveness. Bennett shifts me on my side so that my back is pressed against his hard abdomen while Mason gets into bed and stretches out to face me. He moves close so he can kiss me gently on the lips. I feel Bennett’s cock pulsate against my ass and it occurs to me that maybe he doesn’t hate seeing his brother touching me as much as he pretends he does.

I push my hand out so that my palm is pushing Mason’s chest. If he gets any closer, this is going to end with both of them inside me, and I’m not ready to pretend that everything is fine between us. It’s never been fine, not even before I kissed them both on the same night. His heart is racing under my touch, and he allows me to feel it for a few moments before he brings my hand up to his neck and brings my leg up to rest around his hip. “We won’t ask you to choose between us again,” Mason says, and his voice is low and rough.

I’m perplexed, to put it mildly.

“Excuse me?” I blink up at him as Bennett’s hand comes up to cup my breast in the oversized shirt I’m wearing. His touch isn’t rough or rushed, instead it feels like he’s trying to commit the contours of my body to his memory.

“We agreed that if we ever felt like you truly didn’t want one of us more than the other, we’d call a truce,” Bennett tells me, his warm breath tickling my ear.

“Oh how gallant of you. It’s not like I haven’t been telling you that very fucking thing since—” I’m cut off by Bennett’s hand moving quickly up to grasp my throat hard and Mason moving the shirt up and over my tits. He lowers his mouth and takes one of my nipples between his lips.

“You love us both. Equally. You proved that tonight, and I know you want us to be sorry for what we put you through, but we’re not.” Bennett loosens his hold slightly, letting me get a deeper breath. “Does my brother’s mouth feel good on your nipples, spitfire?”

“Yes,” I gasp out, unsure of which way I should buck my hips. I hate that they can control me like this, but I love it at the same time.

“Do you want us to share you tonight?” Mason asks, pulling his mouth away from my nipple, but replacing it with his fingers and pinching on the hardened peak.

“That’s the only choice we’ll ask you to make,” Bennett clarifies and the gravity of what he’s saying hits me like a ton of fucking bricks. “We can’t let you go, just like you can’t choose between us.”

I bite my bottom lip in anticipation of what’s coming for the three of us, but Bennett was right about one thing, we do have amazing sex when we’re fighting, so I tell them, “I’m still mad at both of you.”

“And I still have a bigger dick than my brother. Some things will never change,” Mason says with an evil grin.

“And that’s a lie,” Bennett growls, pulling me back from Mason, but he only succeeds in pushing my tits up for Mason to have better access. I moan softly when Mason latches on, moving his mouth from one nipple to the other. My eyes flutter shut when he bites down hard and then soothes the ache with his tongue.

Bennett must have a topside view of my face because he demands, “Open those eyes, spitfire. We want you to remember the one and only time a Raven has ever bent to your will. We’ll give you whatever you want because you’re ours now. Ours to toy with. Ours to take care of. Ours to fuck. Ours to love.”

I arch back against him at his words, pressing my chest further into Mason who grabs my hip roughly with one hand, making me hold still. Theirs to love. The thought sends a shiver through my entire body, and I can’t force myself to question if he’s only saying that so I won’t throw a fit and try to leave again. Right now, I don’t care about anything except the two men that are promising to give me everything I ever needed.

Epilogue

SIX MONTHS LATER - BENNETT

“Please? I’ve been stuck up here for months and I’m going stir-crazy. None of us get to do anything while you two and the rest of the Ravens get to go dicking off or whatever it is my uncle has you doing.” I let out a chuckle at Tessa’s exaggerated pout with extra emphasis on that bottom lip and she even crossed her arms. I’m damn near surprised she didn’t try to stomp her feet.

“Spitf-” Tessa shoves me hard, catching me by surprise and I can fucking hear Mason laughing from his little corner of the kitchen. Fucking dick took the last of the coffee and now I’m awake, uncaffeinated, and dealing with a riled-up redhead.

“Bennett Alan Slade! Don’t you spitfire me and try and weasel your ass out of this. You owe me. I’ll even ride on the back of your bike.” Oh, she is definitely laying it on thick. She hates riding on the bike which I think mostly has to do with having to make a choice on which one of us she’s riding with. It doesn’t matter if she rides one way and then switches to the other’s bike. We use every available item in our arsenal to piss each other off. It’s just what brothers do.

She’s got a fucking point though. We kept everyone on the mountain this winter because it was exceptionally harsh, and we only went down to Arbor Ridge sporadically. I know the girls have been fucking restless especially with the Ravens gone a lot lately. Rhett has us running all over to neighboring towns and meeting with businesses who want to put in bids to work with Hollow Hill Construction. We already have an empire but I’m not one to question why he wants us doing these things. In the end all I’m concerned about is getting us one step further away from my dad and getting Tessa twisted into a pretzel.

“Can you let me get some coffee before you tear my dick off and shove it down my own throat? Screeching like a fucking harpy. Why don’t you ride my dick and then we’ll both be somewhere else?” I chuckle to myself and move further into the kitchen walking right past the reddening cheeks of my spitfire before she storms off. I hear a door slam shut, and she’s probably halfway to the Bishop house by now.

The coffee pot is gurgling, indicating the last of the water is passing through and I can finally enjoy a cup before conceding and letting Tessa know that I’ll take her outside of Hollow Hill and let her breathe some less oppressive air for a while.

“I ain’t moving,” Mason says before raising his mug back to his mouth and all I do is roll my eyes and hip check him hoping the mug knocks a chip out of one of his teeth.

“You know we’re supposed to head to that fucking garage today. Loomis or whatever. Pretty boy has been riding our fucking asses, and he’s not wrong. If we don’t take Tessa with us, then she’s gonna round up the other golden girls and it’s going to end up with us losing our shit and a trail of dead bodies.” I know he’s right but agreeing with him right off the bat makes me want to break out into hives.

“Yea, I fucking know. I hate when she tries to force our hand. Can’t she get a hobby like knitting or some shit?” If the girls could just have a knitting group, then all of us would have a lot less stress.

Sipping my coffee for a minute before I decide to finally reach out to Tessa and grab my phone off the counter.

Come back over. Please.

Tessa: How much did that hurt to type?

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