9. Nash

9

NASH

W atching Colt guide Flora through their trapeze routine has my body reacting with a hunger that surprises me. It’s not just Flora’s lithe form twisting and turning through the air nor the graceful way she moves in Colt’s hold that has my cock hardening.

It’s the thought of sharing her—of taking her with Colt that has my body thrumming with anticipation. I want her lips around my dick while she rides Colt. I want to see her on her knees, pleasing us both. But more than that, I want to feel Colt against me. I want to touch him.

Our friendship has always been intense, but now something more is emerging, almost forcing its way to the surface, something we haven’t dared to voice.

Flora completes the half-twist on release, and I see the pride in Colt’s eyes. He’s drawn to her, and she to him. Their connection is instantaneous and raw. I wonder if they feel the same spark that ignited between Colt and me years ago when we first met.

“Again,” I call out, eager to watch them move in unison.

As they fly through the air this time, my gaze lingers on Colt. His body is taut, his eyes fixed on Flora, but I know he feels my stare. I see the subtle shift in his expression, the hint of awareness that I’m watching him as much as I’m watching her.

The routine ends, and they descend, flushed and breathless. I step forward to offer feedback. "Colt, your strength is impressive, as always. We'll continue to work on those shoulder injuries so they don't hold you back. Flora, you're making impressive progress."

Colt wipes his brow with the back of his hand, his chest heaving from exertion. "It's like a furnace in here," he mutters, peeling off his sweat-dampened shirt. My eyes catch Flora's sharp intake of breath, the way her gaze traces over his exposed torso before darting away.

I step closer to demonstrate a correction in her form, my hand settling on her waist. The touch lingers longer than necessary, and I feel her pulse quicken beneath my fingers. "Your alignment here needs adjustment," I murmur, close enough that my breath stirs the hair by her ear.

"Thank you," she replies, her voice slightly unsteady as she meets my gaze. Electricity crackles through the air between us as she licks her bottom lip.

“What now?” She asks, glancing from me to Colt and back again, her eyes darker than before.

“Are you ready to explore a more exciting part of your training with us?”

Flora bites her lip, her gaze flicking between Colt and me. Her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink, and her breath comes in short gasps. The technical precision of our training session has morphed into something more charged, more primal. I can see the need swirling in her eyes, a mirror of the desire raging inside me. “I want to,” she murmurs. “But I—I have some conditions.”

The challenge in her words spikes my appetite even further. My smile stretches wider, and I hear Colt’s sharp intake of breath. I haven’t shared this side of myself with him before, but the games I crave are not for the faint of heart. “Name them. We want you to feel safe and satisfied with us.”

She takes a steadying breath, her delicate frame straightening. “I want you to chase me. Into the woods.” Her eyes dart to Colt, then back to me. “I want you to catch me and...” She swallows, her voice dipping to a whisper. “I want you to take me, even when I ask you to stop.”

Colt tenses beside me. I wrap an arm around his shoulders, sensing his barely restrained hunger, confusion, and curiosity. I lean in close to him, my mouth brushing his ear. “Looks like our little bird wants to play a dark game.”

His eyes widen. That twisted part of him, which recognizes my twisted nature, stirs. I know he won’t deny me or Flora this experience.

“Are you sure, angel?” Colt asks. “This won’t be gentle. We won’t go easy on you.”

“I need it,” she whispers. “I want it rough.”

Flora’s words slam into my chest, her eyes challenging me. This girl knows what she wants, and it thrills me. I glance at Colt, seeing the dark hunger in his eyes and the muscle ticking in his jaw. This is new territory, a new level of trust we’re navigating together.

“You want to play rough?” I ask, relishing the idea of chasing her through the woods. “Colt and I will give you what you need.”

Her eyes flicker between us, taking in our height, our strength. A flush creeps up her neck, and she swallows hard, licking her lips. “I... yes. But?—”

“But what?” Colt prompts.

Flora looks away, her cheeks flaming. “I—I want you to wear your masks.”

I smile, stepping closer. “Our masks? Whatever for?”

She wets her lips again, and her eyes dart to the ground as she mumbles. “I want it to feel like I’m with strangers.”

The implication of her words is not lost on me. She wants to forget who we are. She wants the fantasy of being taken against her will by strangers, of escaping her past, of losing herself in the anonymity of masked men. My pulse quickens as she’s asking us to unleash our darkest selves.

“You want the full experience, don’t you?” I ask.

She nods. “Yes. And... and you can’t stop until I say the safe word. Not even if I say no.”

Colt’s fingers tighten on the trapeze bar beside him, and I know he’s fighting to maintain control. “What’s the safe word, Flora?”

“Bubblegum,” she whispers. “And I’ll click my fingers if I can’t speak.”

The air crackles with anticipation, and I feel Colt’s gaze on me, questioning, seeking confirmation that I’m willing to push our boundaries this far.

I step closer to him, sliding my hand into his back pocket, squeezing his ass.

Colt immediately tenses and his breathing catches in his throat at my touch. Feeling his ass clench in my hand makes my dick swell.

“Deal,” I say, holding Flora’s gaze. “But once we start, we won’t hold back.”

Colt clears his throat and speaks, clearly affected by me grabbing his ass as there’s a huskiness in his tone. “Are you sure about this? What about birth control?”

For a moment, I wonder if she’ll back out, but then she surprises me. “Yes. I need this. And you don’t need to worry I’ve got an IUD. I want you both to come inside me.”

I groan, my dick swelling my pant. “Fuck yeah, sounds good to me.”

Colt and I share a glance, both of us wanting it. He grins and turns his attention back to Flora. “Then run, angel. Take a left outside the tent and head into the woods. We’ll give you a fifteen-second head start.”

She hesitates, but then she turns and bolts, her movements graceful even in her haste.

Colt turns to me and there’s hunger in his gaze. “Ready to hunt, Nash?”

I laugh, placing my hand on his shoulder. “Always, partner.” Immediately, his eyes darken and I feel this electricity crackle between us, making my dick hard.

We count to fifteen, giving Flora her head start. As we exit the tent, the cold night air washes over me, raising goosebumps on my skin. I spot Flora’s figure as she just heads into the shadows of the woods.

“Come on, let’s give her the thrill of her life!” Colt calls out, taking off.

I follow, my heart pounding with excitement. The darkness of the woods closes around us, the moonlight filtering through the bare branches creating an ethereal glow. I hear Flora’s breathless laughter up ahead, and I know she’s enjoying this game, the thrill of the chase. I lengthen my stride once again, closing the distance between us.

Flora’s golden hair catches the moonlight as she ducks behind a tree. She peeks back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She dashes to the left, and I quicken my pace. She’s fast, her small body nimble as she weaves between the trees. Is her gymnastics background helping her navigate the forest with such agility?

Colt whoops, his deep voice echoing through the woods. “Not so fast, angel! We’re coming for you!”

Flora lets out a squeal, and I know she’s loving every moment of this. I lengthen my stride toward her. I’m more graceful than Colt. I dart around a cluster of trees, and that’s when I see her—up ahead, frozen in place.

She’s trapped between us.

Colt roars, running full tilt, and I know he will get to her first. But at the last moment, Flora darts to the right, straight into my waiting arms. Her body collides with mine, and I wrap my arms around her, lifting her off her feet. She shrieks, and I swing her around, my body buzzing.

“Gotcha,” I murmur, spinning her until she’s facing me. She’s breathless, her eyes bright with exhilaration. And now, the game begins.