Chapter 6

6

FINN

I can’t believe this is happening. This is bad. This is…

Ringo sits back down on the sofa next to me, then turns to lay his legs over my lap. I watch as Prince leans over and places his mouth back around Ringo’s cock.

“Look at that.” Ringo lifts Prince’s blond hair, which has fallen like a curtain over Ringo’s groin. When I meet Ringo’s eyes, he licks his lips and sends me a wicked grin that has my dick throbbing.

My gaze flicks to the screen.

“Don’t think so much, flower.” Ringo smirks. His lips are wet, with perfect white teeth. He is arrogant as fuck, but strangely enough, he’s on my side.

I’ve never had anyone on my side.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Levi sprawled on the forest floor on the security screens. He seems to be restrained by a chain around his ankle and passed out.

Beneath him is Jess. She is sitting on the ground, sobbing as her hands keep a firm grip on a rope.

Ringo brushes his fingertips over my cheek. “Come here.” I turn back, our mouths meet, and he moans. His fingers dig deeper into my skin, and Prince’s carnal sounds fill the space, making the atmosphere electric. I have never been this aroused in my life.

Ringo nips on my bottom lip, chuckling when I yelp at the sting, then licks the wound before possessively caressing his tongue inside my mouth. He’s in control, relentless and dominant.

And I love it.

I fucking love it.

It’s wrong and shouldn’t entirely be possible, but here I am. I am lavishing on the attention of two guys, twins , deadly handsome and wicked, cruel and crazy. And those twenty-two years of my boring existence have just been wiped away.

As if I never was poor little Finn Anderson.

It was as if I had never been the loser of the block, the poor kid who lived in that trailer and didn’t have a backbone.

Prince pops off Ringo’s cock, “Move to the floor.”

Ringo pulls me with him from the couch until we are lying on a plush carpet. Prince then settles with one knee between each of our thighs. He grabs my hand, then moves it for me to cup Ringo’s balls.

“Kiss me, flower,” and when I comply, Ringo hums against my mouth, the sound making my toes curl. And then Prince wraps his hand over the one I keep pressing against my aching erection.

“No, you don’t have to,” I stammer, but he grips my fingers, crushing them together. “You’re hurting me.”

When Prince releases my hand, Ringo peels my fingers away, exposing me to his brother. Embarrassment coils in my stomach, but Ringo shushes me and kisses my lips.

“Let it happen, flower. Look.” He points at the screen, but I can’t concentrate. All my nerve endings are on fire with Prince’s featherlight touches on my dick. The way his fingertips caress my sensitive slit makes me tremble. “They’re not so loud anymore.” Ringo watches me intently. “Why did you bring them with you? You’ve been here before.”

“Never inside.”

When I feel the touch of his tongue on my tip, my eyes jump down to meet his. Goosebumps break out when he licks the underside of my erection, and I can’t hold back the groan.

“Looks like someone’s waking up,” Ringo chuckles.

On the screen, I watch Levi slowly wake up, shaking his shoulder and head as he tries to get up.

Between my legs, Prince’s palm cups my balls while he mouths the wet tip of my dick, licking and humming as he works his way further down my shaft.

“Is this your first blowjob?” Ringo mumbles in my ear.

I shiver and nod, chest thrumming with need when Prince speeds up his wet, hot rhythm.

Levi sits up, looking dazed. He gazes right into the camera, then frowns.

Ringo looks excited. “Look, we have our first contestant. It seems like we finally get to play.”

“Play?” I breathe in surprise. My hand snakes out to Prince’s hair, but I find Ringo’s cupped hand instead, guiding his twin’s mouth back and forth on my cock.

“The rules are easy.” Ringo smiles my way. “What to do with nasty Levi?”

“What options do I have?” I breathe.

“Whatever the fuck you want, flower.”

“That’s a lot,” I whisper. It’s too much.

“Only the best for you, sweetheart. This is your party, after all.”

Prince hums around my cock.

I moan, desperate for release. “How did you know I’d be here?”

“We have our ways.” Ringo’s eyes flicker when he watches his twin. His hand brushes through Prince’s blond hair. “Just like I say, flower, this is your party.”

I take a moment trying to absorb those words, my mind fogging as arousal increases, making my balls draw up and my stomach heavy. I let out a filthy moan.

Ringo grabs my jaw and squeezes it tight, forcing me to turn and look back at the screen, where Levi is now viciously trying to free himself. “Do you want to come, flower?”

I nod, hips flexing as I seek more friction.

“Then play my little game. Levi? What do we do with him?”

What to do with him?

“Release him,” I choke.

“He gets to go?” Ringo squeezes tighter, sending a sharp pain through my cheeks.

“Yes,” I wheeze, gasping and spluttering as pain and pleasure meet. “Yes. Oh god, yes.” They send me straight through to the stars, and I erupt with a loud moan that lingers in the silence that follows. My entire body trembles long after the orgasm that drains more out of me than just come.

I feel free in a way I have never felt before.

I wake up to soft chuckles. Blinking my eyes, I try to understand where I am.

In a bed with sheets reaching up to my chin. Fingers brush soothingly over my naked hip, and my head lays on a firm, warm body.

Light flickers behind my closed eyelids, and I don’t need to check to know it’s the Christmas tree. The smell of cookies lingers, and a Christmas song plays in the background.

“People don’t want the good guy to die,” a female voice on speaker echoes through the room.

“Why not?” Prince asks.

“Because they love their hero. And heroes don’t die.”

“Wait a minute,” Ringo says. “So you’re saying that the good guy, as you call him, gets to lose the competition and his girlfriend, then goes on holiday to—and I quote— find himself, then comes back, tries to steal back the girlfriend from another guy, and can’t be killed for it because we love him so much?” He snorts. “And you are claiming people love that?”

The speaker lets out a tired sigh. “This is exactly the reason why the company doesn’t let you decide. Regardless of the millions of dollars you throw into their projects. Success, that’s what you invest in. In the return on investment. That’s exactly what they’ll give you.”

Sheets rustle, and a cheek presses against mine.

“Put on the sound of the cam, brother,” Prince murmurs. He chuckles against my skin when the room fills with cries from Lea. It makes my chest tighten.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it,” says the voice, sounding undisturbed by the noise. “When are you guys back?”

“We’re a little delayed,” Ringo says. “But we’ll bring back a valuable package.”

I can’t help but tense at those words.

“Well, you boys have Jim over there. Let me know if you need me to bring the van as well,” the voice says.

“Thank you, Jean.”

“Take care in that madhouse.”

They break the connection, and the twins continue in soft murmurs, leaving me wondering what to do now.

I should run for my life. Period. But where do I run to? To my room, situated in a house they own? To my grandma’s trailer?

Yet I can’t help but feel completely enthralled by their presence.

“Are you cold, flower?” Ringo wraps himself around me, our chests touching.

“He’s still sleeping,” Prince muses from behind me. Hair tickles my forearm, and then I hear them kissing.

“Are you sure?” Ringo murmurs, and as their mouths rejoin on a moan, a hand cups my dick. I’m already half-hard and growing.

Prince grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my throat to Ringo. He lowers his lips to my Adam’s apple, lavishing open-mouth kisses further up until they linger in the curve right under my ear.

“Flower,” Prince murmurs. “I’m going to prep you now, and then I’m going to fuck that sweet, tight virgin hole of yours. Make you ours.” He bites down in my flesh, and I tremble, hips rocking back and forth as my heart thumps wildly in my chest.

Someone pinches my balls, and I yelp.

Ringo chuckles.

A cool, wet finger glides down my spine and over the curve of my ass to my crease. I whimper when it moves between my cheeks, eyes burning when Prince pulls on my hair again.

“Where are my glasses?”

“They’re right here, flower,” Ringo soothes. “You want them?”

I shake my head. “No, I just wanted to be sure.”

“Put them on his face,” Prince orders. “So he can see where we are.”

Ringo puts them on my nose, leaving a peck on my lips, and as I look around, Prince’s finger unguardedly slips inside me. I clench my muscles as panic rushes over me.

“Why are you afraid?” He growls against the back of my head. His finger probes deeper and goes back and forth, creating an uncomfortable tightness. My entire body locks up.

“Flower.” Ringo tilts up my chin and brushes his lips against mine. “Relax for me. Prince is going to make you feel really good, sweetheart.”

“I…I shouldn’t be here,” I choke.

Ringo cocks his head in confusion. “Where else should you be? We already moved your stuff.”

“You moved my stuff?” My eyes widen, but I groan when Prince adds another finger.

“He’s as tight as a vise.” Prince leans in and nips my neck with his teeth as he continues. Ringo joins him, and despite the strange ache in my ass, I moan when I feel both their lips brushing my flushed skin.

“Am I dreaming?” I mumble. It sure feels like I am. And I’m about to wake up in that isolation room. Fuck. My eyes jump to where Lea is on the screen.

More cool liquid is put into my crease, and I shiver. Prince licks one side of my lips and Ringo the other, and then we are kissing all three, tongues and mouths everywhere.

I let out a surprised moan when Prince hits a spot of pleasure inside my ass. My body writhes between them. Ringo chuckles, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he gazes up with those dark eyes.

Prince has an arm wrapped around my throat, forcing my head against his chest. “Shall we release poor Lea?” He growls against my ear. He pulls his fingers out, and I whimper. “Or shall we leave her in there for the next six months?”

Ringo scoffs.

The blunt head of Prince’s cock presses against my hole, and I tense. “Relax for me, Finn.”

Ringo pulls the sheets away from himself, and I can’t help but gawk at his flawless, pale skin. Dips and curves flatter his chest and stomach, and a trail of hair around his belly button meets his hard, flushed cock. Everything about him is mouthwatering. He smiles when he watches me staring, and I blush and turn away. His fingers pry my head back, forcing me to look. “Why don’t you put your mouth down here, flower?” His voice sounds like dripping honey, and I am putty in his hands. I let Prince push my upper body forward and lower my head.

Prince takes his time as he massages my ass cheeks, humming soft words.

My mouth connects to the crown of Ringo’s dick, and I sigh, drowning in desire.

“There’s a good boy,” Ringo murmurs. His hand around my nape guides me up and down his dick, my mouth leaking with saliva. “And good boys get treats, don’t they?”