Page 15 of Carnival Mayhem

I guide her through a split catch, my hands firm on her waist as she extends into perfect form. Her body responds to my touch like she was made for this—for us.

“Look at those lines!” Nash calls appreciatively. “Try it again but add the half-twist on release this time.”

Flora nails it on the second attempt, her body spinning through the air before landing securely in my grip. The trust she’s showing, the way she surrenders to my lead while maintaining perfect control of her movements—it’s intoxicating.

We’re moving together like we’ve done this for years, not minutes. Each catch, release, and touch becomes more natural; intimate even.

9

NASH

Watching Colt guide Flora through their trapeze routine has my body reacting with a hunger that surprises me. It’s not just Flora’s lithe form twisting and turning through the air nor the graceful way she moves in Colt’s hold that has my cock hardening.

It’s the thought of sharing her—of taking her with Colt that has my body thrumming with anticipation. I want her lips around my dick while she rides Colt. I want to see her on her knees, pleasing us both. But more than that, I want to feel Colt against me. I want to touch him.

Our friendship has always been intense, but now something more is emerging, almost forcing its way to the surface, something we haven’t dared to voice.

Flora completes the half-twist on release, and I see the pride in Colt’s eyes. He’s drawn to her, and she to him. Their connection is instantaneous and raw. I wonder if they feel the same spark that ignited between Colt and me years ago when we first met.

“Again,” I call out, eager to watch them move in unison.

As they fly through the air this time, my gaze lingers on Colt. His body is taut, his eyes fixed on Flora, but I know he feelsmy stare. I see the subtle shift in his expression, the hint of awareness that I’m watching him as much as I’m watching her.

The routine ends, and they descend, flushed and breathless. I step forward to offer feedback. "Colt, your strength is impressive, as always. We'll continue to work on those shoulder injuries so they don't hold you back. Flora, you're making impressive progress."

Colt wipes his brow with the back of his hand, his chest heaving from exertion. "It's like a furnace in here," he mutters, peeling off his sweat-dampened shirt. My eyes catch Flora's sharp intake of breath, the way her gaze traces over his exposed torso before darting away.

I step closer to demonstrate a correction in her form, my hand settling on her waist. The touch lingers longer than necessary, and I feel her pulse quicken beneath my fingers. "Your alignment here needs adjustment," I murmur, close enough that my breath stirs the hair by her ear.

"Thank you," she replies, her voice slightly unsteady as she meets my gaze. Electricity crackles through the air between us as she licks her bottom lip.

“What now?” She asks, glancing from me to Colt and back again, her eyes darker than before.

“Are you ready to explore a more exciting part of your training with us?”

Flora bites her lip, her gaze flicking between Colt and me. Her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink, and her breath comes in short gasps. The technical precision of our training session has morphed into something more charged, more primal. I can see the need swirling in her eyes, a mirror of the desire raging inside me. “I want to,” she murmurs. “But I—I have some conditions.”

The challenge in her words spikes my appetite even further. My smile stretches wider, and I hear Colt’s sharp intake of breath. I haven’t shared this side of myself with him before, butthe games I crave are not for the faint of heart. “Name them. We want you to feel safe and satisfied with us.”

She takes a steadying breath, her delicate frame straightening. “I want you to chase me. Into the woods.” Her eyes dart to Colt, then back to me. “I want you to catch me and...” She swallows, her voice dipping to a whisper. “I want you to take me, even when I ask you to stop.”

Colt tenses beside me. I wrap an arm around his shoulders, sensing his barely restrained hunger, confusion, and curiosity. I lean in close to him, my mouth brushing his ear. “Looks like our little bird wants to play a dark game.”

His eyes widen. That twisted part of him, which recognizes my twisted nature, stirs. I know he won’t deny me or Flora this experience.

“Are you sure, angel?” Colt asks. “This won’t be gentle. We won’t go easy on you.”

“I need it,” she whispers. “I want it rough.”

Flora’s words slam into my chest, her eyes challenging me. This girl knows what she wants, and it thrills me. I glance at Colt, seeing the dark hunger in his eyes and the muscle ticking in his jaw. This is new territory, a new level of trust we’re navigating together.

“You want to play rough?” I ask, relishing the idea of chasing her through the woods. “Colt and I will give you what you need.”

Her eyes flicker between us, taking in our height, our strength. A flush creeps up her neck, and she swallows hard, licking her lips. “I... yes. But?—”

“But what?” Colt prompts.

Flora looks away, her cheeks flaming. “I—I want you to wear your masks.”

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