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THIRTY-ONE

HAWK

“Really?” Jackson says, pulling his fake mustache off and slapping it onto the bar as we watch the girls on the dance floor. Arden looks hot as fuck in her costume, every single luscious curve on display as she moves her body to the music. As soon as I saw her, I wanted to throw her over my shoulder, grab my best friend by the collar, and drag them both home as fast as possible so we could get inside her—but I have something else to do first.

“What?” I ask, lifting my glass to my lips and taking a small sip.

“I was expecting something better than this,” he says, waving a dismissive hand at my long black robe and the mask that’s currently sitting on top of my head. “I mean, it’s cool, I guess. But you made it sound like you had some big, epic plan for the night.”

“Weird,” I reply dryly, setting my drink down and standing up. “Come with me for a minute.” Before he even answers, I walk toward the door, entering the hallway with him following closely behind. I turn toward the supply room, pushing the door open. Thankfully, it’s still dark and empty, just like it was when I scoped it out earlier. Looking around to make sure we’re going unnoticed, I step inside, motioning for him to do the same.

“Following the masked psychopath into a dark room is asking for it , bro. You better not kill me.”

I huff a forced exhale, annoyed already. “Get the fuck in here.” He narrows his eyes, studying me for a moment before he finally relents and shuffles past me. I close us in, turning the lock carefully before using the flashlight on my phone to locate the bag I stashed in the corner when I arrived tonight.

“What are you doing?” he whisper-shouts as the purr of a zipper fills the air. Reaching into my duffel, I pull out a costume that’s identical to the one I have on before holding it up to him. His brows pull together, confusion marring his expression as he cautiously takes it. “What is this?”

I stand. “I know how hard it is for you to keep your distance from Arden in public. It sucks to watch because I’m fully aware that you’d give anything to be able to touch or dance with her out there. Now you can.”

His eyes soften as realization and understanding wash over him. Looking down at the items in his hand, he swallows, nodding his head. I wish he could go out there as he is, showing the whole team how he feels about her—and he’ll be able to soon—but for tonight, I wanted to do this for him—for them both. “Thanks, man.” He looks at the ground, his shoulders drooping slightly as he blows out a shaky breath. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“It’s how it should be,” I tell him. “Next year, we’ll both be in whatever costumes she talks us into, loving her out in the open like she deserves.” I’m sure people will have their opinions, but they’ll get over it. If there’s one thing I’m certain of, it’s that Arden is the only person that matters in our world. As long as we have her, we can get through anything.

“What about you?” he asks, lifting his chin in my direction. “If they think I’m you, you can’t go out there like that. And I don’t want you to leave without us.”

I peel off my robe, revealing a plain black hoodie and jeans. Reaching into my bag, I dig until I find the white hockey mask I packed, securing it over my face and pulling the hood up to hide any other features that may give me away. “I’ll stay in the corner and watch. Nobody will recognize me.” He works it out in his head for a moment, finally relenting and stripping out of his costume. He quickly changes into the new one, hiding himself behind it until there’s no trace of Jackson Blake left to be found. The only way anyone would even notice it’s him and not me is if they saw the lack of tattoos on his hands. But the sleeves on the robe are so long that he’d have to purposely pull them back for that to happen.

“You good?” I ask.

He looks down, smoothing the thick fabric with his hands and nodding in affirmation. “Yep. Let’s go.” Swinging the door open, he peeks into the hall before stepping out. I follow behind him by several feet, trying my best not to draw attention as we head back into the ballroom. He goes for the dance floor immediately while I nonchalantly walk to the far corner, finding an empty stool against the wall just as Jackson settles in behind Arden and puts his hands on her waist. She startles for a moment, relaxing as soon as she looks over her shoulder. Even from here, I can tell she thinks it’s me by the devious grin on her face, which blooms into something much softer when he leans down and whispers in her ear. She scans the room, but I duck down, not wanting anyone to wonder who I am. They need this moment just as much as I need to give it to them.

I quietly observe them for the next hour as they dance and laugh, Arden slyly lifting the very bottom of Jackson’s mask and pushing to her toes to kiss him every now and then as they blend into the crowd. She looks truly happy, and by the way his body is wrapped around her so comfortably, he is too.

When the party guests begin to slowly thin out, going home for the evening, I call for our car and sneak back out to the supply closet. Shoving his old costume into my bag, I zip it up and sling it over my shoulder, quickly shooting a text to our group chat before heading out the main doors with my mask still in place.

Arden Levine Fan Club Group Chat:

ME:

I’m going to wait for you guys in the car. No rush. Just come out when you’re done dry humping in front of our co-workers and making them think it’s me.

It takes a minute before a response comes through.

JACKSON:

Don’t worry. I showed them my dick, and since it doesn’t look like it got into a fight with a nail gun and lost, they figured it out.

ME:

If you’re jealous of my piercings, just say that. Your girlfriend certainly loves riding them every night.

ARDEN:

Do you two ever stop?

JACKSON:

No.

ME:

No.

ARDEN:

Be right out.

Ten minutes later, they’re climbing into the back of the car, Arden settling between the two of us. I reach forward, pressing the button to raise the privacy divider as the driver starts toward our building. As soon as we’re alone, Jacks and I remove our masks, inhaling deep breaths of the cool air that’s flowing around us.

“You kids have fun?” I ask, catching her gaze and giving her a playful wink.

“Mhmm.” She smiles, tilting her head toward her shoulder coyly and fluttering her long, dark lashes. Fuck, this girl is a showstopper. Unable to help myself, I lean in slowly until our mouths are just inches apart.

“Good.” I close the rest of the space between us, running my tongue along the seam of her lips until she opens, granting me permission to taste her the way I’ve been dying to all night. As happy as I was to let Jackson have her full attention at the party, it was hard knowing I couldn’t just walk up and steal a quick kiss. I get why it’s so important to them to tell their parents what’s going on between the three of us. The sooner they do, the sooner we can go public and stop having to worry about who sees.

Bringing my hand up, I gently collar her throat, satisfaction flooding through my entire body when a deep moan works its way up and vibrates against my fingers. I love how responsive she is to being dominated, and it just makes me hungrier to see how much further we can push her limits.

It’s happening tonight.

“You going to let us fuck both of those pretty holes when we get home, baby?” Jackson whispers into her ear. I swear, it’s as if we share a brain when it comes to her. He always knows what I’m thinking before I even say it, and it just further solidifies the fact that she belongs with us both.

Her eyes light up, and she pulls her lower lip between her teeth as she nods her head in affirmation. He drags his tongue along one side of her neck, while I dip down, nipping and sucking at the other. Her quiet whimpers fill the back of the car, and I place my palm over her mouth, muffling the needy sounds.

“Shhh,” I say, my mouth hovering next to her ear. “You wouldn’t want the driver to hear what a desperate slut you are, soaking your panties at the thought of two cocks being stuffed into your tiny body at once. I’m going to fucking wreck your tight little ass, Arden. And you’re going to beg for more, aren’t you?”

She releases a shaky exhale. “Yes.”

“There’s my sweet girl,” Jackson praises. “I can’t wait to pump my cum into your pussy, Princess. It’s going to feel so good, huh?”

She stares up at me, leisurely nodding at his question. Her eyes are so glossed over with lust that I can already tell her head is emptying, just like it always does when we’re like this with her. Where I’m rough and dominant, he’s soft and encouraging. She doesn’t know how to react to the contrasting demeanors, so she lets go, trusting us to take over and give her what she needs.

The car comes to a stop, and we usher her through the private entrance of our building, helping her to the elevator before ascending to our floor. As soon as we push through the door to our condo, it’s game on, hands and mouths everywhere while we shed our clothing as fast as we can. The pleasantries Jacks and I normally take—undressing and worshipping Arden’s body—don’t exist as we wildly pull at our costumes, letting them fall in a trail from the entryway to the base of the stairs. She kisses me passionately, our lips and tongues devouring each other like it’s our last meal as he drops to his knees behind her. He works her panties down her legs, and I can tell the moment he shoves his face between them, because it propels her right into my steel cock, creating enough pressure to make me see stars.

“Goddamn,” he growls, a sound he only makes when he’s particularly starved for her. “You’re fucking delicious.” She moans, breaking our connection to twist her upper body so she can see him.

Unable to resist having my mouth on her, I latch onto her neck, biting and sucking as my hands roam down her sides. I stop when I’ve got an ass cheek in each palm, squeezing and spreading them to give him better access to feast. It must expose her most sensitive parts even more, because this time, when he pushes against her, she yelps loudly before throwing her ass back into his face.

I reach up, gripping her chin and turning her head back toward me so I can whisper in her ear. “Greedy fucking girl,” I chide, her needy breaths ricocheting off my cheek. “You just can’t get enough, can you? Do you need two tongues again? One for each of those slutty holes so you can come like the depraved whore we know you are?”

“P-please,” she stammers, her eyes squeezing shut as she attempts to regain her composure. “I want that.”

“Aww,” I mock with a patronizing pout. “Look at you, begging to have your pussy and ass eaten.” She moans loudly, and I hear the sound of her wetness around Jackson’s finger as he pushes it inside.

I chuckle darkly. “You know why he’s doing that, right?” I ask. “Because he loves the way your cunt responds to my degradation. Nothing makes you tighter than hearing how fucking pathetic you are, Arden.” I press a rough kiss to her lips, sinking to the floor and throwing her thigh over my shoulder. She places a hand on each of our heads for support, which she’s going to need in a second because I’m just getting started.

“Is she all snug and swollen, Jacks?” I ask. He mumbles his affirmation, still moving in and out of her as he swirls his tongue around her asshole. “Make room. I want to feel.” Before he can even react, I work a finger into her pussy alongside his, filling her even more as I lean forward and latch onto her clit. A guttural cry tumbles from her lips, and she balls my hair in her fist, the bite of pain spurring me on to give her even more. Her leg that’s lying along my back trembles, and I know she’s seconds from falling into a boneless heap between us, but I don’t give a fuck.

“You’re taking our fingers so well, sweetheart,” he praises, his soft tone a perfect contrast to the rough one I was using just moments ago. I stay quiet, working her over with my tongue while he continues. I want to make her head spin, and this shit works every time. “Such a precious girl, letting us make you feel good.”

“Oh my God. Please. I need to come. Can I?” she begs. I laugh at how quickly she’s become a moaning mess for us, the sound vibrating against her clit while she attempts to hold back. We pick up speed, hitting all her most sensitive spots and bringing her even closer to the edge as seconds tick by.

“Hawk…baby… please. ” As soon as the term of endearment falls from her lips, I go feral. Nodding my head like a man possessed, I suck her aching bundle of nerves deeper into my mouth with the sudden overwhelming need to give her everything she’s ever wanted. My head spins and euphoria washes over me in waves so intense that I feel like I might black out. I’ve never experienced anything like it in my entire life, but I refuse to lose myself to it before she explodes.

Pushing my finger further inside, I mindlessly curl it against her G-spot, finally pulling her orgasm to the surface. Every muscle in her body tightens as her pussy contracts, violently spasming and locking us inside her together so tight, we couldn’t pull out even if we wanted to. We do our best to hold her up as she rides it out, but my head is still fuzzy from whatever the fuck just happened when she called me baby .

Eventually, it fades away and Jackson stands, supporting her full weight as I struggle for oxygen, still unable to rise from where I’m kneeling at Arden’s feet. She reaches down, cupping my cheek in her soft hand, our hooded gazes burning into one another like nothing else exists outside this room. She’s fucking beautiful, and I love her with every part of me.

“Can you hold yourself up?” he asks quietly, pressing his lips against her flushed cheek. “I need to go clean up quick.”

Her brows pull tight in confusion as she slowly turns, her eyes roving over his body from top to bottom and freezing as she sucks in a sharp gasp. “Did you…come?” she chokes out, her eyes going wide with surprise.

He clears his throat, a cocky grin stretching across his face as he peers down at the mess that’s splattered across his abs. “It’s not mine.”

She whips her head my way, and I look down, watching as cum continues to leak from my still throbbing erection. Holy fucking shit. Not only did I have a hands-free orgasm, but it was so mind-melting that I didn’t even realize I went off like a firehose, inadvertently covering my best friend in my release. My heart rate speeds up, and I don’t know whether to be mortified or not, but when I bring my eyes back up to hers, all I see is heat and mischief burning behind them.

She bites her lip, sinking to her knees between us as I stare, unblinking, to see what she does next. She wastes absolutely no time leaning into him and dragging her tongue through my cum, making sure to clean every drop while he throws his head back and lovingly caresses her hair.

“Fuck. That’s hot,” I whisper, my dick going rock hard again when she licks along his shaft, stopping to circle her tongue along the head before taking it between her plump lips. He exhales a slow, shaky breath as she slides down further, the muscles in his jaw clenching tight while she bobs up and down.

I stand slowly, making sure I’m steady on my feet before running my hand through her chocolate curls right beside Jackson’s. She reaches back, finds my aching erection, and wraps her fingers around it, leisurely stroking while she sucks. A groan works its way up my chest as I take in the sight of her eagerly swallowing his cock, the sound of her small gags sending all of my senses into overdrive.

Pulling off of him and pressing a soft kiss to the tip, she releases me, rising to her feet between us. Her hands skate down our chests, stopping at the ridges of our abdomens before she walks forward, wordlessly making her way up the stairs like she didn’t just have us dangerously close to blowing our loads mere seconds ago. We keep our eyes locked onto her full ass as it sways with every step, until she stops and turns back to us with a brow raised in question.

“Well? Are you guys going to fuck me, or what?”