Page 17 of Fu*kboys in Flannel

“Does it feel good, Mason? To be spit on?” she growls, and I find her insistence on sounding harsh, fucking adorable.

I’ve literally been covered in all manners of bodily fluids before when doing grunt work for my dad. Tessa’s spit is the least of my concern, especially considering it’s been all over my dick just hours ago.

“Would have enjoyed it more if it would have hit my face, but your vertically challenged ass didn’t put enough power in your blow. C’mon baby, I know you can suck and blow decently. Put a little more effort in next time. Really show me you mean it.” I’m egging her on and the thrill running through my body makes me want to keep going. To keep pushing her until she either cries or slaps me. Hell, maybe both.

“I mean if you really want spit on your face, I’m looking right at you and my aim always has been better than yours.” Bennett snarks out only feet from my face and I roll my eyes, but don’t take them off of Tessa. I can see the wheels spinning in her head trying to decide if we’re going to repeat the scene from earlier or if it will play out differently.

“Spit on me brother and the next thing going in your mouth is deer shit. Serve you up a nice little oatmeal raisin cookie.” I watch as Bennett shudders, imagining eating oatmeal raisin cookies because they are his weakness in cookie form. He’s going to be side-eyeing every fucking cookie he sees from now on.

“The only spit I’m interested in is this spitfire’s so she can lube up my dick before I slide into her virgin cunt.” I glare at his words because if anyone is claiming her virginity, it will be me.

“I don’t fucking think so. You got your dick wet first earlier, so by all rights her pussy is mine. Remember, just like in preschool… take turns boys.” I mimic our old nanny when she would constantly tell us we would have to switch off and share everything.

Something changes. A shift in the air, subtle, but both of us pick up on it. Tessa has gotten increasingly still before barely whispering the words, “So sorry to disappoint you two assholes, but neither one of you are getting that. I’m not a virgin.”

The bomb she drops closes off my senses. I can’t see or hear anything for a few beats until both of us snap out, “Who the fuck have you been fucking?” and I notice that my brother’s hold on her gets even tighter. I move closer until her chest is pressing into my own.

She wanted a Slade brother sandwich and now she’s fucking got one and we want fucking answers.

The fucking girls have eyes on them literally all the time. There’s no way she’s been out fucking other guys without one of us knowing.

“It was once, and I don’t want to talk about it. Just didn’t want either of you to be disappointed or to fight over it. It’s done and over with. It was a nobody from last year when you two had left. I think you went to Woodsboro or something for the night,” she says calmly. Too calm and it gives me a funny feeling. She wants us to just avoid asking any more questions.

“You know we’ll find out who the fuck it was. I don’t care how long it takes, and he’ll pay. Everyone who comes to Hollow Hill knows not to touch any of you. I can’t fucking believe Grey let this happen. Where the fuck was he?”

“Probably elbow deep in at least two bitches avoiding his infatuation with Emerson,” my brother says and I shake my head because if I had to guess, that’s exactly where he was.

“So now that you both know, are you going to finally let me the hell go?” And we’re back to angry. It’s like whiplash with this one and I thought I was bad.

I step back so there’s about a foot between us and start undoing my pants. “Nah, that just means we don’t have to ease you into it. Now drop to your fucking knees and we’ll let you play out all your fantasies, baby.”

If her glare could slice ribbons of my skin off, it would, and I would happily bloodlet for her… if she would just fucking choose me.

“Don’t you want to experience it? Having a Slade fuck you until your vision blurs and you feel your soul leave your body? And then we’ll all just go our separate ways, and you can watch as Bennett and I fuck our way through the mountain and Arbor Ridge and beyond. And you’ll have to live with the knowledge that you’ll never get us again.” He doesn’t wait for her to respond before he pushes her to her knees between us and grins.

Before I can even decide how this is going to play out, I see my brother pull his dick out and slap it against Tessa’s cheek with a wide grin splitting his face.

“I’m gonna watch my brother fuck you spitfire, while you gag all over my cock. I can’t wait to see us spilling from both ends of you. We’re going to fuck you unconscious until dirt covers every inch of your skin and leaves and sticks are sticking out of every section of your hair. Our filthy little slut. Do you want that, baby? Or are you going to play hard to get and make us force our way in? Make a decision quickly before I decide to turn around right now and find someone else to stick my dick into.” I let him do all the talking and maybe if I’m lucky, he will fuck all the way off and leave me alone with my girl.

Wishful fucking thinking when Tessa grabs him by the balls before engulfing the bulging head with her mouth.

I shouldn’t find that as hot as I do, but I’m going to chalk it up to the moment and just go with it. This is the last time and then we’re walking away, so I might as well make it count.

I drop to my own knees behind her and trace my hands up and down her back and watch as she shivers but never lets the cock in her mouth drop.

I reach the waistband of her fleece-lined leggings and I remember when she found these dumb ass things online. She wouldn’t stop raving about them and convinced the rest of the girls they needed them, and she ordered a pair in every fucking color available.

They hug her ass and that annoys me more than it excites me. There are enough fucking eyes on her as it is. If she would wear a fucking burlap sack, I would have been content.

Could I pull these down? Yes, I could.

Will I? No.

I pull my switchblade out and flick it open before running the tip right along the seam until the fibers split and my own cock hardens even more, knowing how close I came to touching her skin with the sharp point.

I take the knife and drive it right into the tree next to us, causing both of them to jump. Neither one had been paying attention to what I was doing until now.

Both of my hands are free, so I slide them into the fabric and waste no time ripping the offending material further until they are left in tatters, barely hanging on by the elastic at the edges.

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