All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 14

Fourteen

Ava

I don’t hear anyone chasing me. I guess that’s good. But I am here to win.

Running at full speed, I find my first spot, the old shed. Well, it is more like a little barn, but it has always been called the shed. Rumors say it’s haunted. Stories told at campfires say a man roams the woods, looking for his wife. It’s kind of sad.

The door opens with an eerie groan, and I hide in the back, dark corner, hoping a spider won’t find me.

The door opens and I hold my breath. I’m about to tell the person who opened it that there’s space back here to hide when someone yells, “Gotcha!”

I hear two male voices, but it was a girl that screamed when she opened the door.

There’s a bunch of scuffling and the door closes, but the three of them are on the inside. I hold my breath and stay still because I don’t want to be found. But as I sit in the back of the shed, a real-life porno plays out right in front of me.

The girl is rigid at first. “Who are you? What do you want me to do?”

The guys don’t remove their masks. The taller of the two says, “On your knees.”

She does as she’s told, sinking to her knees as if she’s an obedient servant. The tall guy unzips his jeans and pulls out his cock, running it along her lips. “Open up and suck.”

He shoves his cock in her mouth, and she goes to town like it’s the last lollipop in the candy store and she’s savoring it.

“Just like that, fuck, she’s good,” the tall one grins. The other one stands behind her and watches, rubbing his dick through his pants.

“Go ahead and play,” the tall one says, and I watch as the other guy drops to his knees behind the girl. He puts her in a doggy style position and takes her leggings off. He runs his fingers through her panties and breathes out, “She’s soaked.”

“Just like you like them,” the tall one laughs. The smaller guy turns on his back and pulls her pussy down toward his mouth. In one swift motion, he tears her panties off.

She shrieks around the tall one’s cock and he moans, “She liked that. I liked that.”

The smaller guy pulls her until her pussy is on his mouth and the sounds she makes around the guy’s cock even turns me on.

I’m not a prude. Roark and I had sex, lots of it. I’ve just been more reserved in the bedroom. It’s probably why he went for my sister.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the tall guy chants until he pulls his dick from her mouth and jacks off until he comes all over her face. When he finishes, he drops to his knees in front of her and kisses her like she’s the air he needs to breathe. My heart hurts for a minute because I wish I had that. I thought I did, but then shit happened. I wish someone looked at me like that guy looks at her—wanted and loved.

The other guy keeps going to town, and she comes on a scream and then slumps into the arms of the other guy. I almost think it’s over until the taller guy lifts her up and slides his cock inside her, bouncing her on it like it’s a pogo stick.

“Not fair,” the other one says with a snort. But soon he pulls his cock out and wedges the girl between them. I assume they’re both in there from the way she squeaks and then moans. I watch them pound her, making her come several times before the taller one says, “Let’s take this back to the room.”

She doesn’t object, even if she doesn’t know who they are. Maybe she wants it that way. Or maybe she knows who they are.

Once they leave, I tiptoe out of my hiding spot and think of my next stop. There’s two ways I could go—the fisherman’s shed, or the old church. The church has better hiding spots.

Church it is.

I try to open the door quietly and poke my head out. I see the coast is clear, and I sprint down the path to get to the abandoned church. The only sound I hear is my breathing and the swishing of the bare branches of trees.

Maybe no one is chasing me. I don’t hear footsteps behind me, but that means nothing on this type of earth. My name wasn’t on the invite. And what happened to Dillon and Sandy? Are they okay? Or better than okay? I mean, the masked guy said anything was on the table if caught, so is this party a sex fest?

With that thought brings anger. Roark and the guys have been putting on this party since high school, so have they been sleeping around for years? Was Roark cheating on me before that fateful night?

What a dick.

Dodging the broken gate, I find a break in the wall in the back of the church, and I step inside. I slide behind an old confession booth, trying to get my heart rate back to normal.

Holding my breath, I hear the old wooden doors creak open and then male voices.

“Showtime,” one snarks to the others.

Showtime? What does he mean?

Peeking around the bench, I see a girl drop to her knees as a half-naked man pulls his cock free from his jeans. “Suck it.”

Oh God, this is a sex party! Did Sandy and Dillon know?

“You’ve been a bad girl, Sandy,” the guy says, and I hold in my gasp.

She pulls back and looks up at the guy. “I didn’t do anything.”

He shakes his head. “You did. See, you talked about someone that my mentor loves. Adaline didn’t even know when the wedding was, but you told her.”

What the hell?

He looks down at her. “Don’t stop sucking.”

Who is this man?

He continues. “You knew the craziness that would follow, and you also knew Roark wouldn’t go for her. Or you.”

Umm what?

Another guy joins them, but he stays clothed. “You hated the fact that Ava was marrying Roark. You were jealous. Not only did you destroy her that day, but you also kept going, all while being her best friend.”

The first guy continues, “Now in all reality this might seem like petty high school shit and it is, you’re still stuck there. But you thought if you broke up Roark and Ava, that you would be able to slide right in. Your father even tried to make a deal for Roark to marry you, and Roark told him to go fuck himself.”

Sandy gets up to her feet, the man’s cock still hard as a rock. “That was all my dad, not me. I love Ava.”

A third man joins the group. “We know you’re lying.” He pulls out his phone and shows her something on it and her face goes white.

“You should know by now that we run in the dark corners, the underbelly of crime. We are the boogeymen in the shadows. You and your dad tried to put a hit out on her. You almost got a way with it, but you didn’t.”

The first man shakes his head at her. “All because of some crush on a guy? Grow the fuck up.”

I thought she was my friend.

“She is or was,” she tries to say, but the second man doesn’t let her finish.

“You put Ava in danger, and we can’t have that.”

The first guy realizes his dick still is hard. “I need some help over here.”

I watch as the second guy drops to his knees and starts sucking his cock as Sandy looks on in disgust.

The third man approaches Sandy. “Time for your punishment.”

A few more people approach and grab her, “Tie her up, put her in the corner. She can watch. I’ll figure out what to do with her afterward.”

I wipe away a few tears, knowing my friendship was one sided. Roark told me I was too trusting, and he was right. I was a fool. When everything happened, I should have left town. A fresh start.

I slide back into the corner, letting the tears fall freely. Is this my punishment? Finding out that my best friend really hates me?

“Come on out, Ava,” a man says. I look up and see the man with the red mask. I know this is Roark. His eyes are bright blue, and they sparkle when the light hits them.

Light? When did it get so light in here?

When they first entered, it was dim with the moon lighting up the church. Now it seems like someone turned on the actual lights. But this church doesn’t have electricity.

Sighing, I give him my hand and he helps me steady on my feet. When I lift my head up, the whole church is lit by candles. Turning toward Roark, he takes off his mask and points to sit on a pew.

“There are things about that day that you don’t know about,” he begins.

“About you and my sister?” I ask.

He nods. “As your punishment, you’re going to listen to us.”

“Fair enough,” I reply, and I let him go on.

“I love you, Ava. Always have and always will. The rumors you’ve heard are true—the ones about my family. We’re not on the right side of the law. But I will always protect you and have. So have they.” He gestures behind him, and I see the others are here, along with Dillon.

“He didn’t sleep with your sister. What you saw was him pulling her closer to tell her what he would do to her if she messed with you,” Everen says, sitting down next to me.

“And to be honest, we sabotaged most of your dates,” Roan sheepishly admits. I didn’t want to think that, but I kind of knew that they might have had a hand in it.

“And Sandy?” I glare at her over my shoulder.

Roark looks up at her and then back at me. “She lives in the past and wants something that she can’t have. I don’t like trash, so she was never in the equation. It was always you.”

He kneels in front of me. “You belong to me, to us, and we belong to you.”

I look at the others. “All of you?”

They nod.

“Let us show you what it’s like to be worshipped.”

Before I can say anything, a new mattress is laid out on the floor and Roark lays me down on it.

I should object, but I can’t. This is the man I loved, still love. Maybe I should have listened to him before all of this.

“Wait,” I protest. When I look up, I realize Everen has my jeans off and he was about to take me to the promised land. Gah!

“The party. You’ve done this for years. Did you cheat on me?”

They all laugh, but Bastian replies, “It’s our way of showing our dominance on and off the field. In the beginning, it was always a party, but then it turned into a way of paying debts. Someone had beef, they were invited. It might be a game of hide and seek, with fights at the end, or a car race. Or sex, but we left after the games started.”

“And you all want me?” I mean, I’ve loved all of them in one way or another. I won’t tell Roark, but Everen was my first kiss. Kind of.

They all nod.

Then Everen puts his mouth right on me, and I guess I was so turned on that I nearly came at the touch of his tongue.

Roark strokes my face. “Does that feel good, love?”

I nod. “Who was the guy with the dick getting sucked?”

“Does that turn you on?” Bastian asks.

“It does,” I breathe out and I watch as Bastian drops to his knees in front of Dillon. Up close and personal, Dillon’s cock is huge.

“And who is Dillon to you?” I ask.

Dillon looks over at me. “I fell in love from the first day and when they knew it, they approached me. I’m sorry for all the secrecy and all. But if they’re willing to share you, then I’m in.”

Alright then.

“I want to give you the world,” Roark says as he pushes Everen away and slides his cock in.

“I’ve missed this, I’ve missed you,” he whispers as Roan leans over and kisses me, lightly tugging on my nipple. Everen leans over and goes right back to licking my clit as Roark strokes in and out, sending me higher and higher.

“Oh, God,” I shriek, coming all over Everen’s face.

He looks up at me, licking his lips. “Favorite flavor.”

Roark follows, grunting as my pussy milks him. Dillon pulls out of Bastian’s mouth and sprays his come all over my face. Roan and Bastian kiss me, licking me clean. I’m so turned on I could go another round.

Roark helps me up, handing Bastian a towel. He cleans me up and then Roark helps me dress—somewhat.

“Umm clothes?”

The guys laugh again.

“We have something for you. But first, I wanted this day to be special. It’s not what you envisioned, but I know you love Halloween. Ava, will you marry me?”

I look around. “Right now?”

He nods, pulling out a ring, a different one, an enormous diamond sided by two smaller, but still huge, stones. There’s a rose vine that winds in and out of the diamonds. It’s not as extravagant as my last one, but it’s perfect.

Dillon brings out a dress and they help me into it. It’s an ombre of black and gray. It hugs my body and flares out from the waist. I feel like a princess. It’s simple yet chic.

“So, Ava, what will it be? Trick or treat?” Roark asks and I laugh.

“Treat, with you guys always treat. Yes.”

Some footballers escort other guests in, none of them look at Sandy, who has been moved as to not draw attention to my special day. Dad and Mom hug me.

Mom looks around. “This is perfect.”

Everyone knew there would be a wedding.

I stand next to Roark as the preacher begins and know I made the right choice. I married the love of my life, in my perfect town, in a beautiful candlelit ceremony.

When he goes to kiss me as his wife, I ask about Sandy.

“What do you want to do with her?” he asks me. I have all the power.

“Are we still going with Trick or Treat? Or the game?” I ask.

He taps my nose. “Anything you want. You’re my wife now and what you what, you will get.”

I look to the corner and know Sandy suffers from watching this. But I don’t want to be too soft.

“I think we should do another round of the game,” I say, and he grins.

“Sounds fun,” he laughs as we walk down the aisle through the candlelight.

I’m glad I played the game. I’m glad Dillon talked me into it.

Though I’m not sure what our future holds, I’m hopeful. I guess I’ll have a lot of sex coming my way. That seems like a win in my book.

So, to everyone that is ever asked to play the game, do it. You might just find what you’re looking for in a twisted game of hide and seek.