Page 13 of Run for Us (Masked Men #6)

Chapter Thirteen

Kasen

The Fourth of July festival is a huge deal in Bluebell.

I think every resident is in attendance—except for us.

Instead of watching the fireworks from Shore’s truck, we plan to chase Kinsley.

We’ve given her the coordinates of where to meet, and she arrives right on time, wearing the same cute dress as on her birthday dinner.

We watch as she wanders down the sandy path, all three of us waiting perched on the boulders lining the edges.

“Are you ready to run for us one last time?”

She turns and smirks before taking off. I give her a brief head start, then launch myself onto the damp sand. Ripley’s boots pound behind me, and Shore’s steps close in from the other side. The hidden stairwell, half-buried in the drifting sand ahead, is where we are leading her.

Once I reach it, the first three treads feel like quicksand under my feet. My boots skid twice before I yank myself up. Ripley vaults over a half-collapsed barricade, his blue-lit grin tilting sideways.

Tonight is the last night we plan to stay the masked men in Kinsley’s life. We signed a contract stating we would stay anonymous. But now that she plans to stay, we each have our sights set on her, so we decided it’s best not to drag this out any longer.

I continue my chase. Kinsley looks fucking stunning in her dress, and I can’t wait to rip it off her once we catch her.

As I duck sideways beneath a rusted scaffold beam, so close my mask’s mouth grazes the metal, Shore’s red “X” eyes flick past me, and he overtakes me.

The asshole made this a competition. The first one to catch her gets to fuck her overlooking the cliff.

It’s beautiful, with the waves crashing against the side.

As we get higher, the narrow ledge forces me to lean into the sandstone face as the handrail vanishes. My palm presses against the grainy cliff, and my heartbeat thunders in my chest. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea—the fall would seriously injure us.

Kinsley keeps a steady pace ahead of us. She loves the chase, but I know she wants to get caught. It’s what makes this fun and not illegal.

At the top, two poles have yellow caution tape pulled tight between them. Kinsley ducks beneath the tape, and I push forward, beating the others to the top. I run straight through the tape, grabbing it and tearing some off because I have the perfect plan.

Kinsley stumbles to a stop at the wooden barrier of the cliff’s edge. Her body stills as I step up beside her, my chest heaving.

I hold up the tape. “Hands behind your back.”

She does as I ask, putting her hands where I need them, and I tie her wrists together.

Pushing between her shoulder blades, I guide her to lean forward on the barrier, then pull her dress up over her ass and snap the flimsy material of her thong.

“Fu ck, your pussy looks good overlooking the ocean.”

I press my body close to hers, sliding one hand between her thighs, and my fingertips graze the dampness already pooling there. The gasp that escapes her is all the invitation I need.

I curl a finger through her pussy lips, spreading her apart. “God, Kinsley,” I murmur, “you’re so wet for me.”

She shivers and pushes back against my fingers. Once they’re thoroughly coated in her wetness, I slide them out, and she whimpers.

“Taste yourself.”

I bring my fingers to her mouth, and she opens those perfect lips, then sucks on me with a hum.

Shore whines behind me, but I don’t care. He can wait for his turn. Things with Kinsley might not progress into anything more than friendship, so I want to savor this moment. To draw it out as long as I can.

She releases my fingers, and I push in closer as I remove my cock from my sweats, then run the tip along her pussy, making sure her juices coat me. She pushes back at just the right time, and the head slips inside. I thrust up hard, entering her in one swift movement.

She screams, “Oh fuck!” and her head drops.

I wrap my hand around her throat, using my knuckles to push her head up before lightly applying pressure.

I press my hips into her, each slow, undulating thrust drawing a low moan from her as the fireworks burst overhead. Her back arches against me, and I lean closer, my cock hitting deeper.

“You move so perfectly for me.”

Feeling her pulse tremble with each thrust draws me closer to coming. But I don’t want to come before she does, so I squeeze her throat a little harder, and she clamps around me. I increase my pace, needing to feel her come one last time.

Her rasped scream and the way her body shudders has me losing control. She rests her body against the barrier, using it to support her weight as I step back and tuck myself away. Shore and Ripley step forward and take my place.

They close in on Kinsley, her wrists still bound with thick yellow caution tape. Ripley’s mask hovers at her shoulder as he trails a finger along the curve of her spine. His other hand cups the swell of her hip, pulling her back until her chest presses into him.

Shore’s arms wrap around her from the front, one hand sliding beneath the hem of her dress while the other pins her waist against his hardness, their bodies trapping Kinsley between the two of them.

Kinsley’s shoulders roll with a soft moan as Shore’s thumb brushes her nipple, and Ripley’s fingertips trace along the small of her back.

“We are both going to take you tonight. Do you think you’re ready?”

“Yes, please,” she pants. “I want you both at the same time.”

Fuck , I just filled her with my cum, and yet I’m hard again.

Watching Shore and Ripley together was not something I ever wanted.

Have I been curious? Of course. But seeing Kinsley between them and knowing she wants to take them both has me wanting to add my cock to her mouth, so she is taking us all at the same time.

Shock hits me when I realize Rip is lifting her into his arms and sliding her down onto his cock while Shore unties her wrists.

Shore reaches into the pocket of his pants and slips out a small bottle of lube. He squeezes some into his hand before dropping the bottle to the ground. He steps in closer and slowly pushes his fingers inside her ass. She moans out a whimper.

“Look how perfect you are. Tell me you want my cock in your tight little ass.”

Rip turns his head, and I see him motion for Shore to look my way.

There is a small gazebo behind me, with a picnic table.

Ripley walks toward me with Kinsley impaled on his cock, holding onto him.

I’m still partly in shock that he is letting her cling to him that way, so I stand watch in case he needs help—I know how huge this is for him.

Shore follows, and when Rip sits, he positions Kinsley better with her dress bunched up around her waist. Shore leans over them, using the table to hold himself up with one hand, and I watch as he pulls out his dick and runs it along her crack, slowly pushing the tip inside.

“Go slow,” Kinsley whimpers, her nails digging into Rip’s shoulders.

Rip stays still while Shore slowly eases himself inside her. It feels like an eternity before he is in far enough to start slowly thrusting. With that, Rip finally moves.

“I feel you everywhere,” she whispers.

“Look at you, taking both their cocks. Do you think you could take one more in your mouth?”

She looks over at me and nods. I move closer and step up onto the bench seat beside them and bend, sliding my sweats down enough that I can pull my cock out.

“Open that pretty mouth for me.”

She parts her lips, and I slide between them. She hums around my length as we all move slowly but in time with each other.

“Ride his cock while your ass gets pounded. Show me how good that feels.”

She sucks my cock harder, and I slide my fingers into her hair and fuck her mouth.

It’s not long before my balls go tight and I cum down her throat, pulling out quickly so she can breathe.

Rip must cum as well, as his thrusts stop, but Shore moves faster until she screams, the sound echoing around us.

“Fuck!” Shore grits out. “Your ass is so fucking tight I can’t hold on any longer.”

He finishes inside her, then slowly pulls out, stumbling back a little. I help Kinsley off Rip and scoop her into my arms, cradling her body to mine as I sit. She curls into me.

“You did a great job.”

“I’m sad it’s over,” she whispers.

Me too, Kinsley. Me too.

A high-pitched squeal has Kinsley startling in my arms. We both look over, and my eyes widen behind my mask.

Shore rips his mask from his face and throws it toward the ground.

“Holy fuck! Get that thing away from me! Fucking armored freak that can swim and crawl at the same time. Ahhhh!”

He runs toward the stairs, and Rip takes off after him.

Kinsley jumps from my lap like her ass is on fire and starts shaking her head.

Before I can explain, there’s a commotion and Shore trips. I rush toward the stairs, but he and Rip have disappeared from sight.

When I reach the top, I see Shore has fallen pretty far, and he groans.

“I think I broke my arm. But I don’t think it was a crab after all,” he says with a pained grin, trying to lighten the situation.

It’s highly unlikely a crab would have ventured up this far, and was maybe an overreaction from Shore, but that’s how much he hates crabs.

Rip has removed his mask now, and I do the same. I pull my phone from my pocket and dial Dax, one of the handful of paramedics in town.

“Kasen, what’s up?” he asks. I know he is on call tonight for the festival. There’s normally some dumbass teenager that lets off fireworks and something goes wrong.

“We are at the lookout. Shore has fallen down the stairs,” I say with a slight panic in my voice.

“Be there soon. Tell the idiot not to move. I don’t need to tell you how stupid it is to be there at night.”

“Fuck, I know. Just come quickly.”

I end the call, but a sniffle behind me has me turning to see Kinsley standing there with her arms wrapped around her body.

“I... I need to go,” she says and pushes past me, descending the stairs and edging her way around Shore and Rip.

“Kinsley, please don’t go. We can explain,” Shore says, reaching toward her as she tries to bypass them, but then he hisses out in pain.

“I can’t stay. This was a terrible idea,” she blurts.

Then she races down the rest of the stairs and disappears. I should chase her, but she isn’t an idiot. She knows she willingly agreed to this. We also deceived her, and in her position, I would be pissed. We can get Shore looked at and then hopefully tomorrow she will let us explain ourselves.

Dax and his partner arrive ten minutes later and take Shore to the hospital. After a bunch of exams and x-rays, he ends up having to stay overnight with a suspected concussion, along with some bruised ribs and a fractured wrist.

Kinsley didn’t show up at the hospital, not that I expected her to. I just hope that in the light of day, she forgives us.