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Chapter Eleven
Willow
After I ate, I had to get away from Micah—my head was all over the place. I don’t understand how their relationship works. I could have sworn Jace was flirting with me, but I put it down to his personality. Then Zac blurted out that I could come and live with them, as if we have all been good friends for years, only to be followed by Micah touching me in ways that I have only dreamed about but never imagined would happen.
I’m still not convinced I’m not in an alternate universe. Maybe the aliens have abducted me, and this is their shitty way of entertaining themselves. It would just be my luck. Or perhaps I’m in a coma. Could that happen from severe dehydration? If I was left tied to the chair for days without food or water... oh shit, I’m in a coma and living out a fantasy.
I head back toward the house, on a mission to call Bray and ask him point-blank if he wants me to move out. The grounds are huge, and somehow I walked all the way to the other side of the lake. There really is nothing over here besides the property line and some uncleared trees. It’s now night, and the walk back is spooky with shadows falling over the gardens, but deep down I love the thrill of being scared when your heart beats just a little faster.
Scary movies are some of my favorites—well, thrillers. The kind with jump scares. I could do without the gory stuff; instead, I want to be on the edge of my seat knowing something is coming and jump out of my skin when it does. Maybe it’s why I wanted to tie myself to a chair, even though being naked makes me uncomfortable. That thrill while I waited made my heart race. Although the rest was a shit show, I can’t regret it. Since then, I have lived out some of my fantasies and I’m feeling better about myself. Is it possible to love who you are that quickly?
“Little bunnies shouldn’t be out in the dark by themselves.”
Pausing mid-step, I spin around to look for my masked men. I need to tell them now isn’t a good time. While I enjoyed myself, now Micah, Jace, and Zac are here, so we need to stop. I don’t think they would be thrilled with strangers at the mansion.
Only one yellow glow mask turns on and illuminates the dark. He wears a set of floppy ears, and I can’t hold back my smirk. “We can’t do this anymore. There are guests at the house.”
“Oh, Little Bunny, we know. Tell me,” he says, stepping closer. “Does the thought of being caught turn you on? Does it make that pussy wet knowing your friends might see you being fucked?”
I honestly hadn’t thought about it, but now I imagine Jace watching, the same way he looked at me when he took my blindfold off, or Micah after the kitchen incident, seeing I’m not so innocent.
I nod because I’m almost instantly dripping.
“Let’s play a game, Bunny. If you can make it back inside the house before I catch you, then I will let you go to bed. But if I catch you, I’ll fuck you where I find you.”
My heart rapidly thumps inside my chest. I know I can’t outrun him, and do I really want to run toward the house where the guys are? The new version of me screams yes. I need to live a little.
The masked man takes another step. “Ticktock, are you going to run, Bunny? ”
I nod and race back toward the house. Admittedly, run is a very strong word for what I am doing; it’s more like a solid power walk. I cut across the gardens, though I know I shouldn’t because new grass is being laid. I can sense the masked man behind me, and the more I run, the more I think he is letting me get closer. He wants to fuck me where anyone could catch us.
Just as I find the beautiful archways that lead to the house and stop to take a quick breath, the masked man appears out of nowhere and wraps his arms around me from behind.
“Bunny, I don’t think this is close enough for an audience.”
He spins me around, bends, and throws me over his shoulder. I twist my hands into his shirt, holding on for dear life, afraid I’m going to be dropped on my head. But then maybe it will help me wake up from this bizarre dream.
He takes us to the side of the house, and I gasp as he puts me down. My hands wrap around the nearby railing to steady myself, and I see exactly where we are now standing. Micah’s room is on this side of the mansion, and the glow from a lamp in his room illuminates the space. His floor-to-ceiling windows are my favorite, not that he knows I have been in his room—but only to stand in front of his windows and admire the view .
“Now, Bunny, I’m going to fuck you right here. Let’s see if you can be quiet, or if your friends will see you.”
I never imagined I would be okay with public sex. While this isn’t exactly public, it’s as close as I will ever get.
“Let me see how wet you are for me.” He slides a hand down the back of my pants and squeezes my ass. “Do you know how perfect you are?”
I love the praise, but I’m already lost to his touch. The way his hand runs over the globe of my ass, how the tip of his finger runs through my wetness first, finding where he wants to go. The way he adds a second finger and spreads my pussy lips apart before sliding his fingers into me. I moan, and he twists his free hand into my hair and pulls my head back.
“If you’re too loud and they come outside, they will watch me fuck you. Do you think you can be quiet?”
I nod my head and bite down on my lip as he pumps his fingers faster.
“I’m going to fuck you thoroughly, so brace yourself.” He releases my hair before hooking his fingers into the sides of my pants, pulling them and my underwear down over my ass. “Fuck, I want to eat this ass.”
I suck my ass cheeks in, unsure how I feel about anyone eating my ass, but that thought is soon forgotten as he steps closer and presses the tip of his cock against my pussy. I’m so wet, if I pushed backward, he would slip right inside me.
Holding the railing, I go to do exactly that when he wraps his hand in my hair again and pulls my head up. “Look, maybe your friends like an audience.”
I gasp as I focus on Micah’s window, the sheer curtains hiding nothing. Micah and Jace kiss, and I feel like I’m intruding on a private moment, so I close my eyes.
“Open your eyes. Watch them.”
I don’t know why, but I open them, and now Jace is pressed against the window just as my masked man thrusts deep inside me. I watch as Micah wraps one hand around Jace’s neck from behind, and the other around his cock. My knees go weak as I imagine myself on my knees in front of Jace, and tears build in my eyes when I realize it won’t ever happen.
“I won’t let you come until they do. I want you to watch and see how much of a turn-on it is to be the voyeur.”
“Oh fuck,” I whisper.
His thrusts are slow and measured. He knows what he is doing and draws this out.
I’m mesmerized by Micah and Jace. The way Jace’s hands are braced against the window, how Micah takes hold of his hips, runs his cock along Jace’s ass, and the moment where Micah enters Jace. It’s like I can feel it everywhere, the pleasure, the power. I want it all.
“Oh god ,” 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 he fucks 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 universe are 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 could you 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’re you , Micah, and I’m me . 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 into his 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.”
I smirk and shake my head before shifting my gaze back up to Jace’s eyes.
“I knew the moment I saw you tied to that chair that I wanted you,” he confesses. “I know we should have gone about this in a better way, but answer me honestly. If we had told you we wanted you, what would you have done?”
I shrug. “Probably thought you were joking and brushed you off.”
“Exactly. We wanted you to live out your fantasies and also show you how a woman should be treated. If, after all this, you still don’t want us, we’ll respect that. But, baby, know we want you. Willow, you fit with us.”
I look over at Zac, giving him a chance to say something. “I would be lying if I said I was on board with this at first?—”
“For context, he was on the fence about me joining their relationship as well,” Micah adds.
“I was. I hate the thought of being alone, yet letting people in is harder because it gives them the power to leave you.”
I look at all three men and blink through the tears. Jace grabs my hands and pulls me into his body. “We are so sorry for lying to you. It was only supposed to be for one night, but we couldn’t let you go. Now here we are, begging you to give us a chance, to date us, and see if maybe this could be it for you.”
“And what if it’s not?”
“Then, at the very least, I really hope we can be friends. I think you are an amazing person, and I’d like to get to know you.”
I really want to believe what Jace is saying, and before I know it, Zac and Micah are on either side of us, all three of them holding me.
“What about our parents? They won’t be okay with any of this.”
Micah chuckles. “Were you not the one who told me “fuck what they think”? It’s the reason I invited Jace and Zac to lunch.”
“I need to think about this. I’m overwhelmed right now, and I don’t know what to think. My subconscious wants to creep in and tell me I’m not good enough for any of you. That I’m too fat for men who look like you.”
Zac scoffs. “You are not too fucking fat; you are perfect exactly how you are.”
“I love that you have an ass I can dig my fingers into,” Micah says, squeezing one of the cheeks in question.
“And I get hard as stone when I think about biting your hip and sinking my teeth in.”
“Zac,” Jace admonishes with a laugh. “Give the poor woman some context or she might think you want to eat her.”
Zac smiles. “Oh, I do want to eat her out, but show her your tattoos.”
Jace turns, and I smirk at the bite mark and the Property of Zac tattooed on his ass. Micah pulls his shirt over his head, and he has the same teeth marks tattooed on his shoulder. I shiver at the thought that this beautiful man would consider wanting to mark me. Willow Marie Lewis, the chubby Goody Two-Shoes, me .
“You’re beautiful, Willow, inside and out,” Micah says with certainty. “Just because you’re not what society deems conventionally attractive doesn’t mean that we don’t think you are. You’re hot, beautiful, sexy, intelligent, caring, and everything that we have been wanting in our life. I admit I was scared for you to meet Jace and Zac, but only because I knew Jace would instantly see what I could, and he can be relentless?—”
“You’re welcome,” Jace interrupts with a chuckle, and Micah flips him off before he continues.
“I was scared to want you, for all the reasons you are scared to want us, but you changed my mind. If you could so easily accept us for who we are, then fuck everyone else.”
Zac shocks me by moving forward and taking my hands. “Please forgive us. We didn’t intend to deceive or embarrass you. We wanted to empower you to take control and love yourself. Please don’t walk away from us.”
I blink away the tears as years and years of self-doubt swirls around in my head. Yet with how the three of them are looking at me, it all begins to melt away.