Page 7 of Run for Us (Masked Men #6)

Chapter Seven

Ripley

I lean against the plastered wall, my heart in my throat as I watch Kasen’s fingertip graze Kinsley’s stomach. Shore stands in front of her, and I know he is grinning behind his mask. This situation is made just for him.

My palms sweat beneath my gloves; the memory of her hand on my arm yesterday ricochets through me still. It shouldn’t have felt safe. Every other brush of skin sends me spiraling, my PTSD clawing at the edges of my mind, a warning of the memories I’ve buried so deep I barely remember.

But with her, it was different. Her touch didn’t spark panic. Instead, it sent a flicker of something warm to wind its way through my chest.

I don’t like to think about the past. Once I became part of Shore’s family, I locked it all away.

I was finally safe from the monsters of my previous life, and Shore promised I would never have to return.

My ribs tighten. I swallow past the lump in my throat and straighten, determined not to let my past win.

“Oh my god,” Kinsley moans out as Kasen circles her clit.

Shore has no chill; he undoes the zip on his pants, and her eyes widen. She watches with fascination as Kasen slows his movements, drawing out her pleasure.

Shore pulls out his thick cock—one I’ve had my lips around so many times—and wraps his hand around his shaft, stroking himself slowly.

“Do you enjoy watching how turned on he is just for you?”

My own words surprise me. When someone in town talks to me, I grunt in response; the words get stuck in my throat as anxiety winds its way around my vocal cords.

But I felt the connection when she walked into my shop.

She looked lost, a little broken, and sad.

Not obviously, but I could see it in her walk and the way she talked, in how her spirit was restrained.

My soul felt it. Some people might think I’m crazy, but I’m not.

It comes from years of abuse at the hands of those who should love you the most, having to read their mood and watch for danger that shouldn’t exist.

She nods as her knees buckle a little, but something comes over her. The pure bliss morphs into something closer to pain, as if she is stopping herself from going further.

“No holding back, just feel,” I say, and her eyes find me.

Shore must also realize and releases his cock, though he doesn’t tuck it away. He moves forward and rips her thong straight off her body so now we can see Kasen’s fingers working their magic.

Shore traps her between his and Kasen’s body. I watch as he slides his fingers inside her too, and the hesitancy she just experienced is gone as ecstasy washes over her.

Fuck, I wish I could be there, yet I don’t trust myself to get close. Just because she touched me once doesn’t mean I won’t lash out.

“Once you come, you’re going to get on your hands and knees with your ass high in the air,” Kasen instructs. “You will be fucked from behind. Use your safe word if you need it, because we all want that pretty little pussy, and we don’t plan to stop until you are leaking our cum.”

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers, “I’m . . .”

She doesn’t finish her sentence before her body convulses, and I smirk behind my mask. The guys won’t be happy that she came so quietly, but they won’t stop until she screams in pleasure. Kinsley’s chest rises and falls rapidly as Kasen helps her to her knees.

Shore turns to me, and now that Kinsley’s back is to us, he lifts his mask. “You’re first,” he mouths.

My chest tightens as I move behind Kinsley, every nerve screaming. My palms sweat against the gloves. I move onto my knees and Shore stands behind me, his hands resting gently on my shoulders, grounding me.

“Eyes on me,” Kasen says, drawing her attention to him and away from us.

Kinsley’s head arches up to look at him.

I pull off my gloves and remove my cock from my dark sweats, where it’s already hard as a rock.

Gripping her hips, I close my eyes and breathe.

My focus should be on her warmth and the softness of her skin, but instead I remember nights I swore I’d buried forever.

Touch for me is a warning, a siren in the night.

Yet when Kinsley’s hand brushed my arm yesterday, something inside me stilled.

I remember the press of her fingers and waiting for the sharp twist of fear that never came.

That memory fights the panic rising in my throat.

I swallow hard, my fingertips trembling, as I fight the urge to retreat.

Shore drops beside me, his hand taking my length and guiding me to her. Kasen and Shore know my safe word; I can leave any time I want .

Kinsley pushes back against my cock, the tip presses into her warmth, and something in me snaps. Removing one of my hands from her hips, I reach forward and delve my fingers into her beautiful golden-brown hair, then fist a handful and tug her head back as I thrust deep inside her.

“Fuck!” she screams, and it’s like music to my ears.

I roll my hips back and then fuck her like a starved man.

Tears prick my eyes behind the mask. Every interaction I have ever had with a woman has been unpleasant.

Yet right now, I feel like my dick has died and gone to heaven.

Her pussy wraps around me like a tight, warm glove, and I thrust into her to the beat of my heart.

Together we make an unspoken melody, and I know as soon as I get home, I will put pen to paper and create magic for my ears.

I grip her left hip harder and dig my fingers into her flesh, needing to push every inch of me inside her. My balls draw up tight, and her moans grow louder and louder, tipping me over the edge.

As soon as I recover enough and move aside, Shore wastes no time sliding himself inside her. The cheeky asshole fucks her at a speed no normal human could keep up with. His hips piston into her, and her head lolls forward as her body trembles.

I fall back onto my ass and pull my gloves back on, wrapping my arms around my legs as I work on controlling my breathing before it turns panicked.

I’m safe here. Shore and Kasen have my back, and Kinsley is not here to hurt me.

“You’re so wet, filled with his cum. If only you could see how pretty you look from this angle.”

“Oh god, oh god, oh shit,” Kinsley pants. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills my ears, and I memorize the way it sounds. “I’m coming!”

She falls apart, and her body shudders, her arms struggling to hold her up.

“You’re not finished yet,” Kasen says, and she looks up at him.

“I can’t come again,” she whimpers as Shore roars behind her, grabbing her hips on his last thrust as he stills, his head thrown back.

“You can, and you will. On your feet,” Kasen orders, offering her a hand as Shore pulls out of her.

He leads her over to an old table and lifts her up, pulling her forward so that her ass is almost off the table, and he spreads her legs wide.

“Keep your legs open for me. I’m not stopping until you scream one last time.”

He steps between her legs, and Shore sits beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, then we turn our masks off.

Kasen is normally a private man, and neither Shore nor I have ever been in the room while he has hooked up with a woman before. We watch silently—there is just enough light from his mask to see his cock push inside Kinsley .

She arches her back off the table as he thrusts in slowly. He is a man with so much restraint. He likes to take his time and apparently draw out his pleasure.

I never imagined I’d be so turned on watching my friend claim her this way. Heat settles low in my belly, and my pulse hammers in my throat. Shore nudges my arm, but I can’t look away. Every inch of Kinsley’s skin is creamy white—pure perfection—and it’s a stark difference to Kasen’s deep tan.

Shore’s hand dips beneath the waistband of my sweats and my half erection comes to life as he squeezes. I slide my palms down behind me, lifting my hips and leaning back so my arms bear my weight.

My head falls back, and I close my eyes.

The sound of Kasen’s thrusts and Kinsley’s soft moans float through the air while Shore strokes my cock .

Fuck, it almost feels wrong to make money from this.

For the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel content.

My anxiety is at a two out of ten, and no panic is waiting to rear its ugly head.

“That’s it, you’re doing perfect. Sit up a little. Now watch my cock and how well you’re taking me.”

“Oh wow!” Kinsley gasps. “That’s so hot... FUCK!”

I open my eyes and see Kasen has moved Kinsley’s legs so they are straight up in the air, his torso holding them up.

His hips pull back, and he pistons forward, his speed picking up as her moans grow louder.

Shore matches Kasen’s pace, and I know I won’t last long.

The sensory overload has me coming in his hand, and seconds later, Kinsley screams.

When the spots clear from my vision and I glance over, Kasen has stepped back and is tucking himself away.

I jump to my feet, turning my mask back on to help me find her dress.

Until right now, I didn’t even realize she still had her white tennis shoes on.

I shove her shredded thong into my pocket and walk over to hand her the dress.

“We need to do that again,” she says with a chuckle, taking the clothing from me. She looks spent, lying on the table with the dress clutched tightly to her chest.

“Don’t worry,” Shore says, moving to her side. “There are so many filthy things I still want to do to you.”

On the floor by the wall, her phone vibrates. She sits up, slides off the table, and gingerly makes her way over to it. She looks down as she pulls her dress on.

“Be ready, anytime, anywhere,” Kasen adds. She looks over at us and nods.

I hear her answer her phone and greet someone named Jace, but none of us stop or turn around as we walk out of the building and hurry over to the boardwalk.

Hiding ourselves behind the first cluster of trees, we turn our masks off and wait.

None of us will let her walk home alone.

While the town is safe, we are gentlemen, and it wouldn’t be right if we left her here.