Page 9 of Run for Us (Masked Men #6)

Chapter Nine

Shore

The tide has just gone out, so I’ve made my way into the caves to lay out a soft, thick blanket.

Tonight, we plan to chase Kinsley again, but it’s difficult to find places we won’t be seen.

No one ventures into this cave, not since my older brother put the fear of god into the town after a tourist accidentally drowned.

They came here at the wrong time, and when the tide comes in, the cave fills with water.

Unless you’re an exceptionally strong swimmer, there is nowhere for you to go.

Tonight is a low tide, making it the perfect place to chase her toward. But it means we will have to split up.

Kasen has messaged her a location link, where we will all be waiting. Or rather, only Rip and Kasen will be if I don’t move my ass and get back there fast enough. It took longer than I expected to find the right place to set up the blanket.

It takes ten minutes to find my way back, even though I know this place like the back of my hand.

Being born in Bluebell, there is no place I haven’t explored, and I’m sure my parents would have a stroke if they knew some of the adventures I have been on when explicitly told not to—this being one of them.

“I made it,” I whisper-shout as I near the others, just as Kinsley comes into view in the distance.

We take our places, knowing what we need to do. We each need to chase her, herding her toward the cave.

When she gets closer, I step out. “Ready to run for us?”

She jumps at my appearance, and I smirk beneath my mask.

Kinsley doesn’t wait for me to say anything else; she takes off running down the sand toward the dunes.

It’s really the only place to go. All three of us take off after her.

I keep behind her, Rip takes her right, and Kasen her left, making sure she doesn’t veer off course.

I skid through the tall grass, sand spraying beneath my feet, and Ripley’s laughter echoes behind me.

“Run faster,” Kasen calls as he gains on her, pushing her to the right.

My lungs burn, but I lean into it. Kinsley’s silhouette bobs ahead, her feet slapping against soft sand. The wind whips her hair that hangs loose past her shoulders. A large piece of driftwood appears in my path and I vault straight over it, not wanting to lose my momentum.

We cross the boardwalk, the old planks groaning under our weight. Kinsley jumps off the side and into the shallows. I follow, my shoes slipping against damp rocks. Rip and Kasen fall in behind me, their feet splashing in the water. I wade through knee-high pools, careful not to fall.

“Into the caves!” Rip shouts.

Kinsley turns, her eyes bright with excitement—a look she never wears in the light of day. She doesn’t slow, just grins and bolts. I push forward as she reaches the cave mouth. Kasen flanks her right, Ripley her left, and together we herd her right where we want her.

Giant stones loom at the cave entrance, the walls dripping with water. Kinsley steps in first, her breath misting in the cool air.

Kasen blocks the exit as Rip and I move behind her, our masks glowing in the dark.

She turns, her chest heaving, and her eyes shifting between us. She knows she has nowhere left to run. We have her trapped.

The glow of our masks creates shadows that bounce off the sandstone walls. Kinsley pauses wide-eyed, watching our every move. Kasen says we have to tread carefully with her. She comes from a life where people demand a lot of her, but I think in the right environment she wants to hand over control.

“I want you to strip naked,” I demand. “So I can see all of you.”

I know this will push her boundaries. Rip said he noticed the way she always covered certain parts of her body.

She hesitates just as we expected, but surprisingly, she lifts the hem of her loose cotton shirt and pulls it up over her head, dropping it to the sandy floor.

I lick my lips behind the mask. She wears a bralette, and damn, the light-pink material looks good against her milky-white skin.

Next, she kicks off her white tennis shoes and slides her jeans down her legs. I swallow hard when I see her standing there in a matching pink thong, a set she picked just for us. Even though she doesn’t know it’s me behind the mask, I can still appreciate the thought behind her actions.

She wraps her hands around her waist and turns slightly to the side.

“Don’t hide from us,” Kasen says. “Drop your hands and sink to your knees.”

She slowly drops her arms, and I see the shake in her hands. Rip must as well, because he moves closer to my side.

“I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth and cum on your face to mark what is ours for the next week.”

They have paid us to keep returning throughout her stay.

If I’m being honest, after the last time I would have come back for free.

Unlocking a new kink is always fun and exciting for me.

I’ve found having power over someone in such an intimate way to be a turn-on.

Rip holds all the power when we fuck; he needs it so he doesn’t lose control.

It’s his way of managing his emotions after the abuse he endured and making himself feel safe.

But Kinsley is different; she feels out of control right now. Turning thirty has her running scared. She lives a life she hates, and she has no interest in the life her mother wants for her. She needs this to stop spiraling—or at least that’s what Rip told me last night.

Both Rip and I watch Kasen step up to Kinsley and lift her chin so she is looking up at him.

“Why do you want to hide your body from us?” Kasen asks.

She shakes her head and tries to look away. I’m worried he is pushing her too far, and she will run.

“I’m ashamed of my scars and what they represent. Please don’t ask me about them.”

Kasen nods. “You won’t hide yourself from us. Your past is your own, but for the time being, your body is ours. You will submit for your pleasure. Everything we do will be for you.”

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“Now I want you to open your mouth and enjoy taking my cock. Do you like to be told what to do, baby?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, and that is when it hits me.

Kinsley gets controlled in her life, yet she has given that power to the wrong people: those who take advantage of her because of what happened in her past. That shit is going to change.

By the end of our time, she will see how she can hand over control to the right person—or people—and still live her life however the fuck she wants.

Kasen pulls his cock from his sweats. It’s a choice we all made after the last chase, as we can take them on and off easier. Rip and I can’t get fully naked because we need to keep our tattoos hidden.

Kinsley opens her mouth wide, allowing Kasen to slide himself between her plump pink lips. I can imagine how warm and soft she feels. She looks beautiful on her knees, so willing to do as we ask.

Rip’s hand slides beneath my hoodie, then down into my sweats, his palm wrapping around my cock. My eyes flutter closed. Fuck, he knows exactly how I like to be touched. He strokes me softly, and I open my eyes, watching as Kasen threads his fingers in Kinsley’s hair.

“Hold my thighs. If you want to stop, dig your nails into my skin. I’m going to fuck your mouth, and once I’m done, we might tick off the anal box. I wonder how stunning you will look with two cocks filling your holes. Do you want that, baby?”

She nods, and her excitement has my cock hardening even more beneath Rip’s slow strokes. Lifting my mask a little while Kasen blocks her view, I lean closer to Rip.

“Do you want her ass ?”

He gives me a swift nod.

“Look at how stunning you are, baby, taking my cock almost all the way down the back of your throat. What a nice surprise that is.”

We stand back and watch as he thrusts into her, keeping his pace even as he compliments her—how well she is doing and how beautiful she looks.

I wish Rip was like that with me. I would be a puddle of fucking goo at his feet if he did.

Rip likes it rough, but he is quiet and doesn’t like to talk.

I might have been a little jealous after the last time, realizing I need that from him.

“Look at your eyes watering for me. You’ve worked me so well I’m going to come.”

“Come in her mouth. I want to use it as lube for her ass,” Rip says, stepping forward.

Goddamn, I can’t fucking wait until he and I are alone. I’m going to make him tell me I’m a good boy, come in my mouth, and use it as lube. Shit—I shouldn’t be jealous. Instead, I should be happy the mask is giving him a confidence I’ve never seen before.

I move closer as Kasen holds Kinsley’s head still while he comes in her mouth. When he steps back, tucking himself away, I offer her a hand and pull her to her feet. Rip also holds his hand out.

“Spit,” he demands, and she does as he asks. Kasen’s cum falls into his hand, then he circles around behind her.

“I’m going to lift you up. Wrap your legs around my waist and don’t touch the mask.”

I don’t want her to know it’s me. I love that I can give her this experience and let her be who she wants to be. If she knew it was me, she wouldn’t be here because someone younger doesn’t fit the rules her life expects her to follow.

As I lift her by the waist, she wraps her legs around me.

“Now I want you to reach down and take my cock out, then pull your pretty pink thong to the side and slide down my cock. Can you do that for me, beautiful?”

She nods. Reaching between us, she wraps her hand around my cock and pulls it from my sweats, her feminine touch much softer than Rip’s calloused hands. Though each feels just as good when wrapped around my length.

I bite down on my lip when she uses my tip to move her thong aside. Lifting herself a little higher in my arms, she sinks down on my cock. My eyes roll back in my head as her wet warmth clamps around me. I have died and gone to heaven.

“Fuck,” I hiss.

“This might hurt,” Kasen says from behind me. “If you need us to stop, use your words.”

I watch as Rip steps up behind Kinsley. Her eyes widen, and her mouth forms an O.

“That feels so good,” she gasps out.

“You like his fingers in your ass. Good girl,” Kasen praises. “Let him stuff my cum inside you. Has anyone ever stretched out your ass before?”

“No,” she whimpers, “but I want to try it.”

“Is there anything else you want to try?” Kasen asks.

She nods and bites her lip, then blurts, “I think I want you to be rougher with me. Pull my hair, spank me.”

“Whatever you need,” I say.

Of course, when we finally meet someone so perfect, the universe says fuck no—you can have her, but only at arm’s length.

I’m a selfish person. I don’t mean to be, but I know what I want, and I go for it.

It’s how I ended up here. And it gets me what I want—my own house with my best friends, living the life we have always dreamed about.

It’s why I have to make sure I don’t ruin everything by revealing myself, no matter how much I want her to know it’s me.

Women like her don’t stay in places like Bluebell with men like us.