Page 56 of On Your Knees

“We’re going to hang out for a bit,” I say, and Ridge raises a brow.

“You guys have fun. Ridge and I are going to get these cupcakes right, even if we take all day.”

Ridge grunts. “I told you I will just buy you a cupcake shop, and then you can have cupcakes whenever you want.”

“If you want, I can show you how to make them before Zeland gives me a tour.”

Aspen’s eyes light up. “You know how to bake?”

Arlo blushes as he nods, and I lean into his side. “You look fucking edible when you blush like that.” Arlo smiles and I place my hand on his lower back, leading him into the kitchen. “I guess we are baking cupcakes. I just know I’m going to be amazing at it.”

“Is that so?” Aspen counters. “I bet mine are better than yours.”

“You’re on. Ridge and Arlo can be the judges.”

That is how the rest of the day goes. Arlo shows us how to make cupcakes, and there may have been sabotage—Aspen is a dirty cheat. It’s confirmed that I can’t use a piping bag when she is sneakily touching my cock; she did it so easily behind the other guys’ backs, while Arlo was showing Ridge how to make frosting. It’s funny that something this simple is the most fun I have had in a long time. Even Ridge acted like he was having fun, and I don’t think I have ever seen the man let loose—he is always in work mode.

Neither Aspen nor I won because our masterpieces ended up thrown at each other, and we both now know we are sore losers. Ridge declared a ban on any future competition between us—the party pooper. Even Arlo joined in the fun until I had to drop him home. I took my sweet-ass time because Aspen will want to talk when I get back, and I already know how this conversation will go, but I still need a little more time to work my magic.

Chapter Twenty-One

Aspen

Did I get Zeland to steal a shirt from Arlo’s house for tonight? Yes I did, and it had to be his Rick and Morty shirt. I made it clear to Zeland this is the last night in our masks before we tell Arlo the truth. Shit is becoming too intertwined. Working together, online gaming, and now this. That isn’t even the worst part. Zeland gets easily attached—I knew it from the start, and Ridge confirmed as much. When Zeland wants something, he doesn’t stop until he gets it. But this is getting a little out of hand. I really like Arlo and I don’t want him to be hurt.

We are already waiting for him at the old library on the edge of town, tucked away on the upper level, hiddenbehind shelves of ancient books. I stand still enough that I can feel my own heartbeat echoing in my chest, and beside me Zeland is crouching low, his eyes on the double doors below. He is grinning behind his mask; I don’t have to see his lips to know.

The doors creak open and Arlo steps inside hesitantly, like he’s unsure if he is supposed to be here, his fingers tightly gripping the strap of his bag, shoulders drawn up and tense. He pauses near the checkout desk and scans the aisles on the ground floor. He can sense we are here, but he just doesn’t know where. Then he walks forward cautiously, and the second he walks past an old cart, Zeland moves. Arlo flinches, his eyes darting around.

I wait until he moves away far enough, then quietly climb over the railing and drop to the carpeted floor.

Arlo darts into the lower stacks with me hot on his tail, and though I can’t see Zeland, he won’t be far.

I catch sight of Arlo as he ducks between the aisles, but as he rounds a desk, he knocks over a chair. He staggers slightly, then weaves around a pillar.

I creep closely behind him, past a study nook.

A shadow passes by me, and I know it’s Zeland. Ridge is lurking somewhere, watching. I follow Zeland, but he is fast. He doesn’t want to waste any time tonight, not if this is our last encounter.

The sound of a thud followed by a gasp has me slipping between the shelves in that direction, and after one more turn between the old books, I see Zeland has Arlo pressed to a shelf.

He uses one hand to pin Arlo’s hands above his head, while the other grips his jaw.“I love how you run for me, sweetheart.”

Arlo looks toward me, and his eyes widen as he takes in his shirt on my body. He smiles brightly. Fuck, he is hot.

“But tonight I don’t want to chase you,”Zeland continues.“I want to fuck your mouth.”

“You will get on your knees, but not for me,”I croon at Arlo.

Zeland looks toward me and nods in appreciation. Tonight is for him, and I am happy to watch Arlo sink to his knees for my boyfriend.

He slides his bag off as he drops to the floor, his hands shaking as he reaches for Zeland’s pants. I feel Ridge step up behind me, his finger tracing lines on my spine as we watch Arlo wrap his hand around Zeland’s cock, the uncertainty visible as his hands tremble.

Ridge’s hand lifts the hem of the shirt and slides around my front, splayed across my stomach. “Are you wet for them?” he whispers, his voice distorter not turned on.

I nod. How could I not be?

His hand dips beneath my thong, his fingers spreading me apart so he can circle my clit as I watch Zeland twist his fingers through Arlo’s curls, slowly fucking his face, giving him time to learn. Fuck if it doesn’t excite me that he has willingly given all his firsts to strangers, wanting this just as much as we do. My orgasm builds, I can feel it, but I don’t want to come untilZeland. I lean back against Ridge, and he continues to play with my pussy gently.

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