Masked Mayhem (Fright Nights)

Chapter Twelve

The next morning I try to sneak out before the others wake up but have no such luck. As I’m tiptoeing through the kitchen Reynolds catches me off guard.

“Where are you off to so early in the morning, Red? You wouldn’t be trying to sneak out now, would you?”

I’m not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t for him to be eyeing me like a piece of candy. Last night was amazing, earth shattering even, but waking up in Nate’s bed I realized the others would probably think I chose him, which isn’t true. I’m not choosing any of them. As much as I like them, I’ve sworn off relationships. As wonderful as Nate is, as all of them are, I’m protecting myself above all else moving forward. I thought sneaking out would give me a chance to clear my head, but Reynolds has killed that plan.

Moving closer he invades my space until I’m backed up against the counter and he has me caged in with his arms. After catching me sneaking out of his friend’s bed he isn’t acting like I expected him to, instead of being jealous or standoffish he’s upped his seduction game. With his hands braced on the counter on either side of me Reynolds leans forward, running his nose up my neck until his lips are just a whisper away from my jaw.

“How about you stay and let me start your day off right?” As he speaks his lips tease my skin, tempting me to close the distance between us. But I can’t do that. I was just with Nate. Casual is my middle name now, but I can’t bounce from one friend's bed to another.

Can I?

I start to protest, but he keeps going. “I’ve been dreaming about your lips for a long time, don’t disappear on me again before I get the chance to taste them.”

Who knew Ethan Reynolds, Mr. Stoic and Standoffish himself, could get me so twisted up over a few words.

Before I can even think of a way to answer him Liam and Nate both walk in looking like sex on a stick and I jump away from Reynolds like he’s on fire. He’s not, but I might be when I end up in hell for all of the wicked thoughts swirling through my head right now .

“Sneaking out, Hot Rod? I was looking forward to waking up with you in my bed.” Nate pouts dramatically, sticking his lower lip out while giving me the most pitiful puppy dog eyes.

I almost forget to be embarrassed with the way he’s carrying on, but then Liam joins in and my entire face flames red.

“Maybe you should have done a better job wearing her out last night.”

The guys all give Nate crap and I cover my face with my hands, hoping the ground will open up under me and swallow me whole. Seeing my discomfort Reynolds spins us around so he’s leaning against the counter with me in front of him, my back to his chest with his arms wrapped around my stomach.

What is happening right now?

“How about you two fuck off so I can talk Red into letting me put her on the counter so I can eat her for breakfast.”

My eyes fly to Nate, expecting him to lash out at his friend, but the jealousy never comes. I’m not doing anything wrong, we didn’t make any promises, but years of living with Adam skewed my views on a lot of things and I’m still working to correct that. Even though we didn’t make any promises, and I’m not technically doing anything wrong, I’m still expecting Nate to react angrily, even though he’s never given me any reason to expect that, which isn’t fair on my part.

“Don’t look at me like that, Zoe.” He says softly as he crosses the room. I’m still leaning back against Reynolds, but Nate couldn’t care less. He tilts my face up, planting a soft kiss on my lips, as he surprises the hell out of me. “I know this is probably a lot considering your history, but we aren’t like that. At least not with each other.”

Liam runs a hand over his face with a groan. “We’re fucking this up. Let’s go sit down and talk.”

I’m battling a number of conflicting emotions, but confusion outweighs everything else at this point, so I follow Liam to the living room with Reynolds hot on my heels. We all get comfortable and I’m careful to sit in my own space where I’m not touching anyone. These guys make me lose my train of thought too easily.

“What do you mean you aren’t like that?” I need to know what Nate is trying to tell me, I want it laid out with no room for questions, because if he’s saying what I think he’s saying that changes everything.

“What he means is we don’t get possessive or jealous, not truly jealous, with each other. But that only extends to the three of us.”

Looking between the three of them I don’t see any hint of a lie, nothing but open honesty. After years with Adam I got used to reading people, picking up little tells for when I was being set up to answer a question wrong. I don’t know how to handle this kind of honest conversation. No ulterior motives or hidden meanings, no one waiting for me to fuck up so my words can be turned against me. It’s a foreign concept .

“So even though I was with Nate last night none of you would care if I had gone along with Reynolds’ idea for breakfast?” Somehow I manage to say it with a straight face, but the image of his suggestion pops in my head and I know my blush is creeping back up.

“If that’s something you want to do then we don’t see a problem with it.” Nate answers sincerely, but he doesn’t stop there. “We might want to watch, but I definitely wouldn’t stop you.”

“I think it’s pretty obvious that we all want you, Little Minx. If you want us back then don’t over think it, just be honest with yourself and us about what you want, and we can go from there.”

This must be a dream. There’s no way this is really happening, but they’re all smiling like this is the most normal conversation in the world.

“So, if I said I wanted to have sex with all of you, none of you would have a problem with that?”

“Hot Rod, I would get on my knees and beg if that’s what I had to do to get another night with you. I just got a taste, but I want so much more.”

That might be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, but I have to make sure we’re all on the same page. The unlimited sex sounds amazing, but that’s all I can offer.

“Just to be clear, I’m not looking for a relationship. Not now, not ever. Casual sex is one thing, but that’s all this would be, I’m never doing serious again. ”

It’s probably not fair to punish others because of the damage Adam did to my heart, but I can’t let anyone else in. I won’t risk it. I will never let myself be in that situation again, this is my life and I’m in control of it.

They all nod understandingly, but Reynolds is the one who jumps up from his seat across from me and grabs my hand.

“That settles that then, come here Red, I’m hungry.”

Instead of taking me to the kitchen Reynolds pulls me to his room and shuts the door behind us, giving the lock a flick. “I don’t mind sharing, but I want you to myself right now.”

His deep voice sends shivers through me as I find myself the center of his attention. I can’t believe this is actually happening, but if this is a dream I don’t ever want to wake up.

My back hits the door as soon as it’s closed and before I know it Reynolds is kissing me senseless. His slight stubble rubs against my skin and I can’t help but wonder what that would feel like on my inner thighs.

His hands slide under the loose material of my shirt, leaving a burning trail along my skin before gripping my waist tightly, holding me to him like he’s afraid I might disappear. Maybe he’s worried this is a dream too.

Inching his hands up he pulls back momentarily to tug my shirt over my head. With my shirt out of the way I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the floor next as heat flares in his molten eyes. I’ve never been this bold, this brave, but the guys draw out a new side of me and I love it.

Stepping back towards me Reynolds kisses his way down my neck while undoing the button on my jeans. He kneels in front of me, trailing kisses down my torso as he goes, until he’s on his knees pushing my jeans and underwear down so I’m completely naked. I should be embarrassed to be standing here like this, but I’m not. Progress.

His devilish eyes meet mine as he dips his head down to run his tongue through my wetness. He licks his lips and grins wickedly before going back for more, his stubble rubbing against my skin as he nudges my legs further apart, exactly how I knew it would. When his tongue finds my clit, my hand finds his hair and I grab a handful to hold him in place.

Before I can come he abruptly stops what he’s doing and stands up, tugging me towards the bed. “I want your legs shaking so bad you can’t stand up anymore, but I don’t want you to fall down, so you’re going to sit on my face while I get my fill of you, Red.”

He’s laying down and pulling me over, but it takes a moment for his words to register. “What? I can’t do that.”

The protest falls from my lips, not because I don’t want his mouth back on me, but because I’m afraid I’m going to crush him. I try to argue, but my words fall on deaf ears, ignoring my reasoning Reynolds grabs me and gets me exactly where he wants me, but I’m still concerned.

“Stop being ridiculous, I’ll suffocate you. ”

His big hands are gripping me by the crease at the top of my thighs, pulling me down towards him, even though I’m still resisting.

“I said sit on my face Red, not hover. If I die then I die, and what a fucking way to go. Now give me that pretty pussy.”

After his declaration he raises up to tease me with his tongue and this new angle has opened me up in a whole new way. With my legs spread he’s working his magic on my clit, nibbling and sucking as he pulls a desperate moan from my lips. You would think spending the night in Nate’s bed would have satisfied me, but these guys have made me needy, I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of them now.

Forgetting the logic and reasoning I was just arguing for I roll my hips, grinding back against his tongue as pleasure rushes through me. Gripping his headboard I throw my head back, my entire body pulsing as my orgasm rips through me. He pushes a finger into my dripping pussy and my thighs start to shake just like he wanted. Instead of letting up he continues to devour me, wringing more pleasure from my body than I thought was possible, until I can’t take any more.

My body is limp when he pulls me backwards, maneuvering me around effortlessly until somehow I’m on my back and he’s covering my body with his. Pressing his lips to mine I taste myself on him and even though I can hear that voice in the back of my head saying I shouldn’t be enjoying this I tune it out. This is my life and I’ll enjoy it if I damn well want .

He's still completely clothed, when I go to run my hand down his back and find nothing but his shirt I immediately start pulling at the fabric to get it off him. I want him just as bare to me as I am to him. Thankfully he takes a hint and leans up to rip the shirt over his head, throwing it across the room not bothering to look where it lands.

“More,” I demand. “Take off the pants too, Reynolds.”

He smirks at my urgent tone, but complies all the same, never taking his eyes off me as he strips himself. I hold his gaze as long as I can, but temptation wins out and I finally take him all in. If someone told me Ethan Reynolds had been molded from clay and plucked from my darkest fantasies, I would absolutely believe them.

His dark hair is perfectly messed up from my hands running through it, which only makes me want to mess it up some more. A light dusting of chest hair leads down to a sexy as hell happy trail, the sharp v of his hips directing my eyes further down until I’m sure my face is flaming red. A silver barbell going through the ridge of the head of his very hard cock has my full attention, my mouth has fallen open, but I don’t have any words. I just sit here, staring, with my eyebrows raised and my eyes wide as Reynolds confidently stalks back to the bed.

“You have a piercing.” I’m stating the obvious, but I can’t help myself. “Did it hurt? Of course it did who am I kidding, how long have you had it? Why did you get it? ”

I don’t know why so many questions erupted from me, but I want all the answers. He smirks seductively as he crawls towards me, finding my lips with his again before answering.

“It’s called a king’s crown, I had it done not long after you left, and I’ll show you exactly why I got it.” Running his nose up my neck he nibbles my earlobe and a shiver runs through my body. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time Red, at my last physical I had testing done and everything came back clean, but I’ve got condoms if you want me to wear one.”

I briefly wonder why he hasn’t been with anyone, but that thought is pushed aside when he rubs himself against me. His barbell hits my clit just right and my brain starts to melt. “No condom.” I want to feel him, all of him, I’ve never been so thankful for my implant as I am right now. “I’m clean too, Nate used one, but we can talk about that later I guess, I want to feel you Reynolds. Please.”

I end on a whimper when he rubs the head of his dick over my clit again, but he doesn’t make me wait long. With all the teasing he’s done, and the orgasm I already had, I’m so wet he doesn’t need any lube. Slowly, tortuously, he pushes into me. Our eyes lock and my breath catches in my chest at the sensation. Feeling Reynolds fill me for the first time is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, that bar bell should be illegal.

“Oh my God.”

“If anyone’s a God here, Red, it’s you, now let me worship you. ”

He rolls his hips just right, dragging his piercing over my g-spot in the most delicious way before he starts thrusting for real. I’m never going to survive these men.

He’s relentless as he fucks me, and I abandon all sense of propriety as I dig my nails into his back. They’re awakening something deep in me, a darkness I’ve never let myself explore. The harder Reynolds pushes me, the rougher I want him to be. Every time he thrusts a little deeper his piercing hits me just right, until I’m practically feral.

This isn’t a quickie just so he can get off, this is life changing. Adam stole a lot from me during our time together, but I’m taking my life back now. With the guys’ help I think I’m going to learn a lot about myself I never thought was possible. Starting with my sexual preferences.

Apparently, I like it rough. Who knew?

Nate opened my eyes to dirty talk, but Reynolds is showing me my body can take more than I expected. Not just take it, but enjoy it, crave it. The further down the rabbit hole we go the more I need.

When he pulls my legs up and hooks my ankles over his shoulders I swear I see God for a moment. No one has ever fucked me so deep before. His grip on my thighs is bruising, in the best way. These are bruises I’ll wear proudly, knowing they came from pleasure.

Moving his right hand over he swirls his thumb around my clit as another orgasm builds within me. Having one is amazing, multiple is insane, a myth that I never believed in but is thankfully proving to be true. They’re going to ruin me, but I have a feeling I’m going to love it.

As a wave of pleasure crashes over me Reynolds thrusts forward one last time, not stopping until his hips are flush with my body. When he’s as deep as he can possibly get he grunts his own release, filling me as I pulse around him.

Our breathing is heavy, but despite his roughness only moments ago he’s surprisingly tender as he lowers my legs back down to the mattress. I’m not sure what to say or do, last night Nate and I fell asleep tangled in each other, but we don’t have that luxury now. Before my anxiety can take over Reynolds puts me at ease with a soft smile, a secret smile I didn’t know he was capable of. One just for me.

I might not have any idea what I’m doing, but I’m going to have fun figuring it out.