Page 22 of Fu*kboys in Flannel

“Take the lead, baby. I want to watch you ride me. I know you’ve felt out of control for so long, so this is me giving you control back.” The smile that stretches her face is so fucking bright I almost feel bad. She’s so easy to play with that she doesn’t even notice how I manipulate her. Any other time she’d be able to pinpoint the game I’m playing, but we’ve stripped her of almost everything.

I link my fingers behind my head and smirk up at her while thrusting my hips once, “Well you’ve got me at your mercy. What are you going to do?”

I remain still, waiting for her to decide what she’s going to do, which only takes moments.

She starts rocking back and forth over my cock, and I know she thinks she’s teasing me, and I’ll snap and take control back. My patience in this will prove victorious.

Tessa’s impatience wins and I watch as she grabs my dick before easing herself down, allowing me to fill her inch by inch.

“Touch me. Please Bennett.” She whines, desperate for my touch.

“I always want to touch you.” I lay my hands on her hips, tracing circles with my fingertips on her lower back.

She starts rocking, moving herself back and forth, trying to chase the finish line.

I move my hands up towards her breasts and lift the heavy globes into each palm, allowing my thumbs to brush against her taut peaks.

“You look fucking gorgeous like this. Wild and free. I want you to come, baby,” I murmur reverently.

“Help me?” she queries, as if I could turn her down.

I trail my hands back down her body until I reach where the two of us are connected.

Holding on with one hand, I start thrusting upwards while sliding through her wetness with my fingers, stroking her sensitive flesh.

She falls forward, barely holding herself up by her arms on my chest as I fuck her from the bottom until she finally comes undone.

I pump for a few more strokes before pulling her off of me and resting my dick on her lower belly, allowing my come to coat her skin.

I rub it in, knowing that I want her to smell like sex for the rest of the day.

I let her lay on my chest with her hair partially covering my face while I stroke her back, feeling our combined fluids start to dry between us.

“This. Why can’t we just stay in a bubble, away from all the other shit of our lives and just be? I could just live in this cabin. Well maybe not this cabin unless we clean it up some. It could use some decorations.” She mouths the words into my chest.

I’m silent for a few minutes, just leaving her with her thoughts before I reply, “We could. Just choose me and I’ll give you everything you want. Don’t you see how good we are together? This could be us all the time. All you have to do is choose.”

“Goddamn it, Bennett.” She pushes up off of me before flinging herself off the bed.

She’s pacing the length of the room, muttering to herself low enough I can’t hear.

“Why do you keep pushing this? Was this the agenda all along? I should have known it was too good to be true. I need both of you. I wish you both would fucking listen to me when I say I won’t choose. In this world, none of you actually listen to us. Barely seen. Definitely never heard. And you wonder why we try to leave. The Ravens of Hollow Hill are suffocating. They say a group of ravens is an unkindness and all of you prove it time and time again. From my uncle to my cousin, to the rest of you fucking assholes. I FUCKING HATE YOU!” She’s seething and I’m fucking annoyed.

“You know who I am. Who we all are. Don’t act like you’re better than us. You lean on us and what we are. You wear the Ravens as a shield. All of you do. You don’t get to pick and choose the things you like about this life as if you’re some innocent bystander.” I’m throwing my clothes on because if I stay here with her for one more moment, I’m liable to strangle her.

“Great. Just fucking leave. Finally, I’ll get some peace.”

“I’d rather be outside than in here with you right now. I’ll call Mason and have him bring you some clothes and then you’re going back home and no longer my fucking issue.” I’m storming out the door when I hear something shatter against the wall in the bedroom. The only thing it could be is the lamp and I smile, knowing that Mason put it there years ago after being tired of stubbing his toe in the dark.

Pulling out my phone, I shoot him a text and let him know he’s tagged in on dealing with fucking Tessa Clarke.

Chapter 11

Mason

I wipe the sweat off my brow after lugging the dead fucking weight up to the Peak. I’m all for killing a dumb motherfucker as much as the next guy, but I swear Remington picks the most inopportune moments to choose murder.

The fucking guy deserved it for touching Mia. There’s no doubt about that, but I should still be at the cabin. Fuck knows what Bennett is doing with Tessa and what kind of mind games he’s playing.

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