Page 26 of Hold Your Breath

“Ohgod,” I cry out, before slapping my hand over my mouth.

The masked man picks up speed, and I can feel my orgasm build, then he slows, letting it taper off, teasing me.

“What would you say if they knew you were down here being fucked? What if they are putting on a show for you?”

I manage to huff out a derisive laugh, and his thrusts stop, but he stays inside me. He wraps his hand around my neck but doesn’t squeeze, merely positioning me so I can’t turn my head away. “I’m going to come inside this pussy and remember how fucking amazing it feels.”

It feels like he is saying goodbye, even though I only expected this to be a onetime thing. “I want you to close your eyes, then just before you come, open them and look at the window.”

Once I shut my eyes, he moves again. “Play with your clit, Willow.”

I go still—that’s the first time the masked men have used my name. Normally it’s Bunny or Little Bunny. Brushing it off, I slide my hand down until I can circle my clit, and my impending orgasm barrels toward me with a vengeance. The sound of my wetness as hefucks me makes me feel like this is the kind of sex I have been missing all my adult life.

“Oh fuck, faster. Please, faster!”

He picks up his pace and I explode with a scream, not caring who can hear me. I open my eyes, and as I’m spasming around the masked man’s cock, I see Micah and Jace staring down at us. Panic sets in.Oh, fuck!I close my eyes, and when I open them again, they are gone.

“You have to go!” I blurt in distress. The man pulls his cock from me, and I turn to face him, yanking up my pants as he tucks himself back into his. “I’m serious! You need to go now. They know!”

The man grabs his mask and slides it up.

I blink a few times as my brain short-circuits. “Zac?”

“Hey, Willow,” he says softly. “I know how this must look?—”

The side door to the house flings open, snapping me out of my stupor, and I watch through tear-filled eyes as Micah steps out in just his sweats. Jace follows right behind him, still naked, and I back away—this can’t be happening.

“Don’t you dare run away,” Micah yells, and I flip him off. “Come inside so we can explain.”

I shake my head. I need to wake up. This must be my subconscious being a bitch because in no universeare the masked men Micah and his boyfriends—it couldn’t be.

“She’s in shock.” Jace is walking toward me in the nude, his cock amazing just like he claimed, and the closer he gets, the more at ease I feel. I don’t understand why I trust Jace, but his presence has a calming effect. When he reaches me, he puts his hands on my shoulders. “Please breathe, baby, then come inside and talk.”

After I nod silently, not trusting myself to speak just yet, Jace intertwines our hands and leads me into the house. The others have disappeared somewhere, but I mindlessly walk, knowing this is the part where I’ll wake up and realize it’s all been a dream.

We reach a sitting room and Jace ushers me over to one of the lounges, sitting down beside me, while Micah and Zac sit across from us.

“I need someone to explain what the fuck is going on,” I finally snap out, then jump up, moving away from them enough that I can see them all at once. “The masked men have been you all along? How could you? Was this some big joke? Oh shit, that’s what this is, isn’t it? Some elaborate inside joke. This is where you all laugh at me and tell me how easy I am and how much of a fool I have been.”

My mind keeps throwing things at me, and tears stream down my face. This is really cruel. “How couldyou do this to me, Micah? Do you hate me that much?!”

Micah stands from his seat and stalks toward me, but I hold out my hand as he gets closer. “You think this is a fucking joke?”

I nod. “How is it not a joke?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. “Look at the three of you and look at me. This whole thing was too good to be true.”

“Look at you?!” Micah shouts. “I have fucking tried hard to not look at you for years because you are perfect, sweet, and everything a man wishes he could have.”

He moves to stand right in front of me, and I scoff. “This was a horrible thing to do to me, and for what, are there cameras?”

“Just stop,” Micah demands. “This was no fucking joke. We wanted to give you this to show you how beautiful you really are. I knew if I made a move, you would freak out.”

“Freak out?!” I shout. “I think I am way past that. You’reyou, Micah, and I’mme. I’m the ugly duckling who doesn’t turn into a swan. This is as good as it gets, and I’m okay with that.”

Micah reaches out for me, and I smack his hand away. It doesn’t stop him, and he steps in closer, grabs the back of my head, and pulls me toward him, his lips smashing against mine. My traitorous body melts intohis before I push against his chest, forcing him to step back.

“I told you this was a stupid idea,” Zac states, and I look over at him and Jace.

“Yeah, I know it was. I was being selfish and wanted Willow to watch Micah fuck me while being fucked, so sue me. I was just praying she would understand why we did all this.” Jace stands in all his naked glory, and my eyes roam his body. “Eyes up here, baby. You can look at my cock once we’re done here.”

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