Page 4 of You’re ours now (Masked Men)

Chapter Three

Julius

I stare at my phone, speechless.

We have been best friends with Malaney for as long as I can remember, and I never expected her to say she’s looking for someone like us! Mellie has always been off limits.

Though what she doesn’t know is that I work for the company she auditioned for, and I’m the guy responsible for editing all the footage.

It’s no secret we always flirt with Mellie—she’s fucking stunning and a prize—but we know she won’t cross that line with us, as she thinks we see her as one of the guys. I mentally scoff at the very idea. There is no fucking way any of us see her like that. She’s too fucking beautiful. Zayne and I have heard her vibrator working overtime while we’re fucking, and knowing she’s getting off on listening to us sends us both over the edge. Damn... now I’m wondering what she looks like as she comes...

I sit here and tap the edge of my desk impatiently while I wait for them to send me her interview footage. She doesn’t even know I pushed her application to the top of the pile. If there is a single person in this world who deserves to be loved and cherished, it’s Mellie. Any son of a bitch would be lucky to hold her attention, not that anyone has ever been good enough for her so far. Storm makes sure I investigate anyone who takes her out, then his ass tracks her until she walks back in the door.

When my computer pings with an incoming email, I scramble to open it. My breathing is erratic, and my nerves are going haywire. While I know this is breaching her trust, and I shouldn’t be watching it, I can’t stop myself—I need to see it. I hit play, and a smile stretches across my face at the sight of her. Her wavy brown hair with blonde highlights is loose around her shoulders, and her hazel eyes are bright and round, though I can see they are slightly bloodshot.

She’s been drinking!

I knew she was nervous, but I didn’t realize she needed liquid courage to get through the interview. I recline in my seat and settle in to watch the clip of my girl fumbling her way through this disaster.

“Now, please state your name and age.”

“Malaney Foster and I’m twenty-five.”

“What do you do for work?”

“I’m an assistant to a wedding planner.”

“What are some things you like doing in your spare time?”

She hesitates for a second and it’s clear as fucking day to me—she is anxious but trying to appear professional and calculated in her response.

“I enjoy spending time with my three best friends.” Hearing that fills me with warmth.

“What are the key qualities you are looking for in a partner?”

“I-I want a man who is caring, loving, and protective.” It shouldn’t irritate me how she is describing a guy that isn’t me, but it does. She has dated before, and while none of us liked it, what the fuck could we do? We’ve also dated before, but we never brought any of them home. It was only ever a fling, never more, especially when they found out we have a female best friend.

“What do you desire sexually from your partner?”

My breath hitches and I grip the armrests of my chair as anticipation builds.

“What?”

“What are your deepest desires in a sexual relationship, Miss Foster? What do you crave? What do you need from your partner to give you the most fulfilling sexual experience of your life?”

“Primal play. I want a man to wear a mask and chase me through a deserted resort. He will pin me against a wall and take what he wants, but I won’t know who he is. The fear of the unknown will mix with the lust of the moment and create a perfect high—equal parts fear and sexual desire. I want to be sexually owned but still hold the power outside the bedroom, to be worshipped like a goddess but fucked like a cheap toy. I need a man like my three best friends, even if it emasculates my partner. He needs to have their qualities—I need him to be like Zayne, Julius, and Storm.”

I stare at the screen, my jaw practically on my lap, and my eyes wide with surprise after hearing her deepest cravings. Though I know I shouldn’t be invading her privacy, I can’t stop. I need to know everything. “Please delete that... I was joking... making light of the situation.”

“Uh, we can certainly edit that out before it goes to air.”

“Thank you,” she whispers and keeps her gaze on her lap.

I hate how she feels ashamed. Stopping the video, I pull my phone out of my pocket, dialing both Zayne and Storm. I don’t give a fuck that they are at work; I have an idea, and I need them to be okay with it.

“Yeah?” Storm’s gruff tone sounds annoyed.

“What’s up?” Zayne says.

Turning the call to a FaceTime video, I tell them to shut up and watch the video. I flip the screen around and press play again—they need to see so they can understand. When it finishes, they are both silent. Once I flip the camera back around, I see both their faces are pinched and they’re clearly confused.

“It’s the interview Moo did for True Love’s Match . I set it up,” I admit, gritting my teeth as I wait for their response.

“The fuck did you do that for?” Storm snaps.

“What the hell are you up to, Julius?” Zayne speaks over Storm, his tone filled with warning.

“Did you hear her describe her perfect man?” I reply, ignoring Zayne’s question.

“What’s your fucking point?” Storm grits out.

“My point is, she didn’t describe one man—she described three... us three. She wants us, but is too scared to admit it to herself, let alone anyone else. I have an idea, and I need you both on board because I’m tired of watching her date somebody else.”

“What the fuck are you saying, Julez?” Zayne pushes.

“The idiot is telling us we need to make a move on Mellie,” Storm practically growls out.

I roll my eyes. “I know you guys have feelings for her.” Both Zayne and Storm clamp their mouths closed, refusing to confirm or deny my claim. “I have a plan to get us all what we want. If you don’t agree, then fine, but I’m doing this. I won’t watch her get hurt again by some fuckbag who doesn’t deserve a second of her time.”

“What are you suggesting?” Zayne asks.

Storm’s face contorts with anger and his pissed-off look is scary as fuck. “You can’t be serious!” he snaps. “This isn’t some fucking random girl. This is Mellie, our best friend?—”

“I get it,” I interject. “But can you honestly tell me you would be okay with her falling in love with someone else? Would you be okay being her man of honor while she marries some fucker who doesn’t deserve her?”

Storm grits his teeth and looks away from the screen.

“I want her,” I admit for the first time.

“What are you proposing?” Zayne hedges. I knew he would be the first to cave. This is way out of character for me, but when it comes to her, I would walk to the ends of the earth to make her happy.

“We fulfill her fantasies. We wear masks, we give her what she wants, and we don’t tell her it’s us.”

Storm scoffs. “How the fuck do you propose we manage that? This is Mellie we are talking about here—she will know it’s us. Fuck, she knows us better than we know ourselves.”

“But she won’t see our faces,” I remind him.

“What?” Confusion laces Zayne’s tone.

“I meant it when I said we give her everything she wants, starting with wearing masks and chasing her. I’ll pull her application from the show, but we won’t tell her. We’ll let her think she was successful, then we’ll plan everything she wanted.”

“What if she figures it out?” Zayne asks.

I shrug. “We’ll deal with the fallout.”

“This is too fucking risky, Julius. We could lose her and that isn’t something I’m okay with,” Storm argues.

I knew he would be the hardest to convince; as the noble protector, he would break anyone in half to save Mellie. He’s never made a move on her because he’s too scared he’ll wind up breaking her heart. She has always been so in love with the idea of love, and her heart is so damn pure. However, this dark and kinky side of her is something not even we knew about.

“I’m doing this with or without you guys, so either you help me or watch from the sidelines as she chooses me while you both miss out. You can take a leap of fucking faith and show our girl she doesn’t need to look for love because we’ve been here all along. We’re all she needs.”

We always worried having a female best friend would complicate things, but we’re not hormone-filled teenagers anymore. I know what I want, and it is for my best friend to get what she wants. And there’s absolutely no way some stranger can be trusted to give her what she needs.