Page 66 of Trick Shot

My fingers slide beneath my panties and find the place that’s been aching to be touched. I’m so wet.

They pin me between them. Jace’s cock teases my entrance, hot and thick and exactly how I remember it from earlier. Ghost’s hand slides between my legs, rubbing slow circles.

“You’re gonna be brave and let both of us fuck you, Melody.”

“Yes,” I gasp, my fingers working faster now. I’m not entirely sure if I just said it out loud or in my head, but at this point, I’m not sure I care.

“Which one do you want first?”Jace teases, biting my neck.“Do you want me to be your first?”

“Or a stranger in a mask,”Ghost purrs.

They both press in at once. And even though I realistically don’t know what that would feel like, I still try to imagine it as best as I can.

My hand’s moving faster now and my hips grind against the air.

“Choose, Bunny,”Ghost growls, hand tightening on my throat.“Or we’ll choose for you.”

Their voices are everywhere. Their hands are on me, their mouths worshiping and ruining me all at once.

And when I finally come undone, my entire body arches off the bed, thighs trembling, lips parted in a silent scream. A single moan manages to escape as I collapse into the bed.

It takes a few moments for me to realize what I’ve just done. What I’ve just touched myself to. And my eyes immediately snap toward the wall separating me from the man I just came to.

What if he heard me?

My window is open, and that wall is the only thing separating us. My cheeks flush so hard it burns. Maybe he heard me and thought it was just another puck bunny having fun. Or maybe he knew exactly who it came from and what I was thinking.

But maybe I want him to know exactly what he does to me—what I just did because of him.

As if on cue, my phone buzzes beside me, lighting up with the notification. My stomach lurches as I read the message.

GHOST:Why are you still up, Bunny?

I go still. Because the answer is I just came thinking about you railing me with my brother’s best friend.

I exhale, wipe the back of my hand across my forehead like it’ll clear the shame, and reply.

ME:How do you know I’m still up?

The dots appear instantly.

GHOST:For starters, you just replied. And because you always say goodnight before you fall asleep.

I smile, biting my lip, yet my chest tightens.

ME:I’ve been thinking.

GHOST:About what?

I stare at the screen, trying to talk myself out of it. This isn’t the right moment to ask. But will there ever be a right moment?

ME:You. The man behind the mask.

There’s a long pause, long enough for my pulse to spike. The dots don’t come this time, just a read receipt.

Seen.

I can feel my heartbeat in my throat as I double text him.