Page 96 of Freaks Of Nature
His fingers speed up, stroking me almost painfully hard, but my walls only hug him tighter, greedily welcoming his engorged length on each thrust. He has me teetering on the edge.
My nails dig into the dirt. My muscles stiffen. “Oh God!”
“Tell him whose cunt this is.”
My orgasm crests the instant the words burst from my lips. “Yours, Mason. It’syours!” I cry out.
My inner walls clench around him. With my admission as much as my body’s confirmation, Mason reaches his own climax. His hips lock, and he spills into me.
Ash pushes off the tree. “You happy now?” he prompts, ambling toward us. “You got her all to yourself?”
“You heard her.” Mason pulls out and tucks himself away before rising to his feet.
Through the haze in my vision, I watch him square off with his brother, leaving me used and discarded on the ground.
A knot twists in my gut.
I catch the sounds of their voices arguing, but the words drift across my mind without substance. My head is spinning as I start to stand.
I pull up my underwear and jeans, swaying on weak legs. My hands tremble. Everything hurts.
Suddenly, Ash’s arm is around my waist, steadying me.
“Take your fucking hands off her,” Mason growls, a fist clutching his brother’s sweatshirt at the neck.
“Or what?”
A tremble surges in my throat. “Stop it! Stop fighting.”
My voice is raw with emotion. I never wanted this. I swore I wouldn’t come between them.
I wipe my tears with the back of my hand. My palms are dirty. “I can’t do this anymore,” I decide, expelling a long breath. “Please take me home.”
My eyes are downcast as I feel both of them staring at me.
Mason lets go of his brother, then his possessive hand clamps around my elbow.
I flinch. “Not you.”
Mason’s fingers tense.
“Ash,” I clarify.
I don’t dare look up at Mason. I feel the icy shift in him at the sound of his brother’s name. My rejection cuts him right to the bone.
His hand falls away without another word, and he storms off, leaving Ash and me alone in the woods. I don’t move until the sound of his boots fades into the brush.
“C’mon.” Ash nudges my feet into motion, and I adhere, curling into his chest as we walk back to his bike.
When he pulls up to my apartment, I dismount and hand him back his helmet. He gave me his since I left mine on Mason’s bike.
I also fish out his house key from my pocket to return it. I won’t be going back there.
My hand lingers in Ash’s. “What’s wrong with Mason?”
Ash withdraws his touch hesitantly, like he’s trying to figure out how to respond without saying too much.
He sets the helmet on his lap and grips both handlebars. The bike wobbles with the shift of his weight on the seat. “When we were younger, we went through some shit,” he replies, his eyes avoiding mine. “We both had it bad, but he never really got over it. He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
