Page 73 of Breakaway

Reed smirked, taking the gun from me and setting it aside. He turned me and pushed my body up against a side wall. I took a second to look around, noticing how it looked like a guard tower. There were a few places taller, like the one I’d been in, but shadows created a lot of cover in the back, making it practically impossible to spot a person.

While I’d been assessing the place, Reed had been hard at work pulling off my overalls and pants in one fell swoop.

“What?” I gasped but didn’t get anything else out as a hand covered my mouth.

“Shut up and take this dick like a good girl. That’s what it means, and that’s what you’re doing. If you make a sound, I stop. Understand?”

Nodding, I gripped the railing and spread my legs, need and anticipation running through my body. Reed notched his cock at my entrance, allowing me to feel him before he pressed home. The instant he was in, my eyes rolled back, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming. Reed’s hand stayed on my mouth as he rammed into me, making it dirty and quicker than ever.

The wind-up from the other two, plus the competition spark, combined with the taboo of having sex in a public space built a crescendo inside of me. It erupted out fast as my orgasm roared to life. I bit down on Reed’s finger as I came so hard, I saw stars, my legs wobbled, and I lost consciousness.

“Fuck,” Reed cursed, placing an open-mouthed kiss on my neck as he moaned out his release.

When he pulled away from me, I realized the reality of my situation: ripped leggings and soaked panties. I would be furious if they didn’t have a solution for me.

“Don’t worry. We brought you stuff. Everyone is changing in the next room, Hen. We wanted you to relax, not be uncomfortable.”

“Good.” I smiled, letting myself sink into the bliss of two amazing orgasms. Reed helped me down the ladder and slung his arm over my shoulder as we walked toward the exit.

“Where did you learn that phrase?” I asked, curious.

“From one of my smutty book groups.”

“You read smutty books?” My mouth dropped open in shock. “Why am I just finding out about this?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you some recs. You’re living some people’s fantasies right now.”

Giggling, I knew he was right, and I needed to quit expecting the worst to happen. It was Sera’s bachelorette party. I was here with my friends—and boyfriends, apparently—and could let myself have fun.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Henley

Scar gave me a knowing look, but the rest of the party seemed oblivious to what I’d been up to in the paintball course. Most of them had already changed into something else, ready for dinner and then the club, so I hurried to the changing room and grabbed the garment bag with my name on it.

Unzipping it, my hand froze when I spotted a dress I’d never seen before. It was beautiful, with splashes of blues, gold, and cream. My hands traced over the material, touching the soft fabric as I gazed at it.

“It will look better on,” Reese teased, surprising me from behind.

“Did you know?” I peered over my shoulder, finding my sibling in a nice pair of dress pants and a button-up shirt. Reese shook their head as they came closer.

“I knew to pack something, but not about the dress for you. I asked Reed if they needed help, and he said they had it covered. Scar was in charge of getting everyone’s clothes here, so maybe her?”

“Yeah. Maybe. It’s beautiful.”

“You worried you’ll ruin it or something?” they asked, nudging my shoulder.

“No. I don’t know; I just wanted to revere it for a minute.”

Feeling silly, I pulled it off the hanger and discovered another compartment at the bottom that contained panties, a bra, and heels. I lifted my nose at the height of the heels, but they were at least cute.

Removing Reed’s sweatshirt that he’d tied around my waist when I had to discard the overalls, I kicked off my sneakers and leggings, hoping Reese didn’t see the tear in the back. That was one thing I did not want to talk to my sibling about.

I changed my bra and panties, spraying some deodorant and spritz I found in the bag as well. I didn’t want to smell like sex for the rest of the evening. With everything that had been included, I wondered if the guys had help or if Scar had handled it. There was no way they knew all the things I might need, but my friends would.

Touching up my makeup and hair, I added the necklace from the hanger and stepped back from the mirror to take in my appearance. It was crazy how a dress could change your whole look. The casual/athletic look I typically wore was gone, and a certified smoke show was in her place.

“Wow. I look hot.” I twisted side to side, loving how the skirt moved like a bell.

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