19. Brynne

Chapter 19

Brynne

I thought being inside the creepy house would be a bit warmer than outside, but I was sorely mistaken. If anything, the air seemed to drop ten degrees just stepping inside the door. Wearing such a revealing outfit wasn't the smartest thing to do in the northern Idaho fall weather, but McKenna had insisted. I had the biggest feeling she planned our costumes as such because she wanted one of the guys to give her their sweatshirt. With the way Austin stayed close behind her, a hand ghosting her waist, I wouldn't doubt he'd be offering soon. Booker, on the other hand, would wait until I asked. Internally, I knew he'd give it up without question, but he wasn't the kind of guy who would outright ask if I wanted it, and I liked that about him. So many of my ex-boyfriends would be weird if I wore their clothes, or they'd force it onto me when I didn't actually want them. But Booker demanded, and already, he took care of me when he knew I needed it.

"Let's go to the basement first," McKenna said, leading us toward the staircase that, upon first look, led to nothing but a pit of black.

"We usually hit there last," I reminded her. We avoided it in the beginning because it was no secret that all the couples went down there to find dark corners to make out in. If we waited until last, they'd typically cleared out by then, taking their flaming hormones elsewhere.

McKenna wagged her eyebrows. "Let's change it up this year."

Her eager smile made me all too aware of what she was thinking.

I looked up at Booker, who was watching our surroundings from behind his mask, surveying the people that ran every which way all around us, seeking their next thrill.

"The basement okay?" I asked him.

His dark eyes moved to me. "Anywhere you want, Darlin'. We're following you tonight."

A slight zing zipped through my body at the fact that they were taking my direction. I wanted to do more than just lead them around a scary house, but this would have to suffice. For now.

We headed toward the top of the stairs, and as we did, McKenna called out, "Grace!"

All our heads swiveled to the right, landing on McKenna's cousin. Grace was wearing a revealing Playboy bunny costume, a pair of ears and a tiny ball of fluff above her ass completing the look.

Her face lit up when she saw us, one of the few flickering candle lights casting dancing shadows over the man she had on her arm.

"McKenna!" Grace shrieked, tugging the tall blonde our way.

"How are things?" McKenna asked, a huge grin pulling at her mouth.

I glanced between the two of them, then sent an apologetic half-smile to Booker as McKenna and Grace began babbling about work and who the tall drink of water was on Grace's arm. The man didn't look too happy to be here, but I guessed that was normal considering the three guys with us most likely had similar expressions hidden behind their masks.

"Oh my gosh, you guys go on without me," McKenna said, turning her attention back to me for a split second with a wave of her hand.

"Are you sure? We can wait." I didn't feel the most comfortable leaving her.

McKenna nodded, her high-pony bobbing. "Yes, I'm sure! I'll find you guys down there."

I hated going on without her, but I also knew the guys didn't want to be here long, and being as McKenna and I had already been through this place dozens of times, I figured we could make quick work of exploring the basement, then head back up to find her still here talking.

"Okay. Call me if you can't find us," I said.

She nodded, then went back to chatting with Grace.

I tested each step with the toe of my cowgirl boot before continuing down the stairs with the guys in tow. The staircase was narrow, allowing only single formation on the way down. The air grew colder and almost denser as moisture coated the space. All the while my body shivered, my hand stayed warm where it was gripped in Booker's behind me.

We reached the bottom, only having the option to go one way or the other as we faced a cinder block wall. A candle was lit, held by a gothic black sconce, providing our only source of light as I steered us down the right hall.

We approached a corner, and right when I went to round it, a man jumped out wearing a red steampunk mask with little spikes darting out of it. I jumped back, straight into Booker's chest, where he grabbed hold of my upper arms. The guy stuck his tongue out as he growled, then ran past us, out of sight. My heart thumped in my chest as I caught my breath.

"Scared, Darlin'?" Booker murmured in my ear.

"Yes." There was no lying. Every year, the same adrenaline of walking around this place in the dark coursed through me, and every year, I was scared when things jumped out at us—as if I wasn't already expecting it.

"Good."

Then my hat was being shucked off, and a bag was thrown over my head. My scream was muffled in the scratchy fabric as I was lifted off the ground. His strong grip kept my arms to my sides as he carried me somewhere, but I didn't struggle.

Instead, my skin hummed in anticipation.

My arms were tied above my head with the bag still blocking my view from what was going on around me. All I could hear were footsteps and their deep breathing as they strung me up. It'd been minutes since we were in the hall, and the only indication that we were now in a room was a door closing behind us before one of them bound me.

The bag was removed, but little light penetrated my eyes in the dark room. A single candle flickered in the space, faintly illuminating the three men in front of me. Their masks covered their faces, but familiarity coursed over me, giving me slight comfort. I was safe, and yet, the thrill of what was to come wracked my body.

"I think it's time Henley had his fun, don't you?" Booker asked, turning his head to Austin. The three of them all wore black cowboy hats, looking nearly identical under the disguises.

Austin kept his gaze locked on me, and behind the mask, I saw his eyes heat. "I think so."

Booker approached me, stopping directly in front of me where I stood in the center of the room. My arms were pulled taught, my body on display, save for the little bit of clothing I wore. He grabbed my chin, searching my face. "Are you going to be a good little slut for my friend, Darlin'?"

I nodded.

His fingers gripped my chin harder. "Use your words like a good girl, and maybe I won't punish you for keeping that mouth shut."

I rolled my lips together, debating if I should obey. I'd listened to everything he demanded of me thus far, and tonight, I wanted to see what happened if I didn't. I shook my head.

Booker's eyes were twin flames of charcoal as he moved his hand from my chin to my neck in a flash, squeezing my windpipe shut.

I had no time to inhale before he cut my breathing off, and my lips parted as I tried to suck in air. His other hand pulled my tiny crop-top down past one of my breasts, exposing the flesh. He brought his hand back, slapping my breast. The sting flowed through me, along with the burn of my lungs.

"What about now, Darlin'? You want to be a good girl and listen? Or do I need to teach you a lesson and treat you like the bad little slut that you are?"

He eased the pressure on my neck ever so slightly, and I gasped in air, my lungs screaming for more.

Still, I didn't speak. I wanted him to punish me. To push me to my limits while I was completely at their mercy.

I shook my head.

He yanked down the other side of my shirt, sending a stinging slap to my opposite breast. Then, he was moving his hand to my hair, yanking my head back so my tits were forced forward more, my neck exposed.

"Henley." Steps sounded on the cement floor, and then Booker was speaking again. "Suck on her tits."

In less than a second, a mouth was clamped down on my nipple, sucking it hard. Henley had shoved his mask up slightly and was lapping his tongue around the bud while he gripped my breast in his hand.

Booker tugged my hair harder, bringing his masked face closer to mine. "That what you want, Brynne? The three of us pleasuring you?"

I nodded, despite his hold on me.

But my silence only drove him forward .

"Austin," he boomed.

More footsteps, and then Austin was beside me.

"Show her what happens when she doesn't obey."

Behind his mask, a smirk rent his mouth, and then he disappeared from my sight. My shorts were ripped down my legs, my tiny thong along with them, and then he was sending a slap against my clit, and my body jerked. The rope burned my wrists, but I didn't care. I wanted them to keep going.

Booker released my hair as Austin thrust two fingers inside me without warning. I let out a yelp as Henley bit down on my nipple. Booker stepped back, watching as they both wracked me with pleasure.

"My little slut likes the attention, doesn't she?" Booker groaned. I could see his boner aching to be free, and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me. I tried to nod in response, but every nerve in my body homed in on the way Austin and Henley played with me, making it near impossible to focus.

Booker must've seen the look on my face, because he took one large step towards me and reached up. My arms fell as he took the rope off the hook, and Henley's mouth left my breast as he stepped back. Austin removed his fingers, and then Booker was pulling me to the ground on top of him. He reached between us, freeing his cock at the same time Henley grabbed my tied hands and held them up.

"Open," Henley instructed, and I realized his cock was out, directly in front of my face.

I glanced down at Booker, who nodded his approval. I was only okay with any of this if he was, and his unspoken words gave me the courage to open my mouth.

Henley slid his cock past my lips at the same time Booker filled my pussy with his length. Booker's hands dug into my waist, holding me steady as he thrust in and out of me.

With Henley's grip on the rope holding my arms up, he fucked my mouth, causing saliva to drip down my chin and along my neck. Then, pressure filled me from behind, and I realized Austin was sliding a wet finger in my ass.

Every ounce of friction in all three of my holes brought me closer to release. My breasts swung directly in front of Booker's face, and he watched with rapt attention as he continued to slide in and out of me at a punishing pace.

Austin's finger disappeared from my ass, and then cool liquid slid down the hole as something larger was replacing it, and I realized it was his cock. Henley pulled out just in time for my scream to fill the air. Austin was huge, bigger than anything I'd ever felt back there, and between him and Booker, I felt beyond full.

"You can take it, little slut," Booker reassured, slowing his pace.

Austin set a hand on my back, sliding deeper. "Relax, Brynne. Just like that."

Henley's eyes darted around my face as Austin settled further inside me, and I moaned, trying my best to relax around him.

"I-I can't?—"

"You can," Booker demanded. "Breathe, Darlin'. You're taking all of us."

I looked down at him as he paused his thrusts altogether. Austin seated himself to the hilt, running a reassuring hand over my ass. I adjusted to the size of him, my heaving breaths making my chest rise and fall. Austin let his spit fall between us, and then he was slowly pulling out again.

Booker resumed thrusting in and out of my pussy as Austin matched his pace. Henley gripped his shaft, repositioning it in front of my mouth.

"Only if you want to," Henley said hesitantly.

I nodded up at him and parted my lips. He slid in, and Booker's thumb praised me as it stroked my side.

"You look so fucking good taking all three of us," Booker groaned as the two of them picked up their pace.

Henley hit the back of my throat and I gagged, my eyes watering on instinct. He slid out slowly, then did it again, and again.

One of Booker's hands wrapped around my breast, squeezing. "Just like how I taught you, little slut."

My throat hummed around Henley's cock as Austin fucked my ass relentlessly. They filled every part of me, and my body was on fire with the feeling of them. It was overwhelming and a welcome blissful sensation all at the same time, and I wanted to rupture.

Henley pulled out again, pumping his cock. "Can I come in your mouth, Brynne?"

I glanced down at Booker again. He was in charge, and I'd gladly let him make the decisions.

Booker nodded, releasing my breast to wrap a rough hand around my throat. Henley took that as his answer.

Henley slid past my swollen lips, fucking my mouth as hard as Booker and Austin were thrusting. Booker squeezed my neck, cutting off my breath as Henley continued hitting the back of my throat. With a groan, warmth spurted across my tongue, coating me. I swallowed every last drop after Booker relaxed his hand. Henley's hold on the rope slackened slightly, my elbows bending with the act.

Booker took that as his cue and hooked his hands under my armpits, bringing me down as Henley dropped the rope. My hands were still tied as Booker placed them on his chest, their thrusts insistent.

Behind me, Austin spanked my ass at the same time Booker set a thumb on my clit, rubbing circles around the bud. I gasped at the pressure building in my core, and then my muscles tightened, my thighs gripping Booker's hips as I let go. Austin and Booker quickened their pace as I released around them, my body shaking with their cocks filling me.

Right when I thought I was coming down from my orgasm, another wracked through me as Booker increased the pressure on my clit. I screamed, Booker's name a curse on my lips as my legs shook.

Then, Austin let out a groan, and he seated himself deep inside me. Warmth filled me soon after as Booker did the same. With the two of them as deep as they could go, I almost felt pressure build for a third time. Booker could tell, and his thumb made hard circles on my sensitive bud, and then I was shaking again. The room filled with my moans as I fell to his chest, panting and shaking.

Slowly, Austin slid out from behind me, and then it was just me and Booker. He held me, letting my breathing return to normal and the shaking to stop flowing through my limbs. While my lungs heaved, Austin came over to untie the rope around my wrists, and then Henley was there, running lotion along the abrasions.

I sat up slightly, eying him. "Thank you."

He gave me a short nod, and one glance at the two of them told me they'd already cleaned themselves up and situated their pants.

As soon as Henley was done rubbing in the lotion, I sat up straighter, looking down at Booker. His eyes glistened in the candlelight as he stared up at me, his hand running a slow circle on my hip.

We held each other, mentally and physically, in that moment, and what I saw in his gaze couldn't be what I thought it was, but the realization hit me all the same.

Booker felt a lot more for me than I originally thought.

Blinking, I moved to get up, and he shoved up on his elbows to help me stand. He was beside me in a flash, pulling off his sweatshirt. "Wear this."

Before I could take it from him, he was pulling it over my head, helping lead my arms through the sleeves. It was huge on me.

As I pulled my hair out of the neckline, he handed me my shorts and thong, and I slid them on. The sweatshirt covered them, but it was a lot warmer than what I'd had on before. Reaching up underneath, I fixed my breasts back into my top as Booker ran a thumb along my chin, wiping away the lingering saliva.

"I should go find McKenna," I said, realizing that she wouldn't have found us even if she did go looking.

Booker grabbed my hand. "I'll come with while they clean up here. "

I frowned at him. "You have your friends fuck your girl and then make them do the cleanup?"

The reality that I'd just called myself his girl hit the both of us at the same time. His thumb grazed the side of my hand in response.

"Looks like it," he said.

I shook my head. "Nuh-uh. You help them. I think I can handle finding my best friend on my own. I feel kind of bad that I ditched her."

He tugged me toward him, our chests pressed together. "She told us to go ahead."

"Yeah, well, that doesn't mean I don't feel guilty for it. We do this together every year, and now she's up there alone while I'm down here with the three of you."

"She could've joined," Austin said from the other side of the room.

I moved my gaze to him, and in doing so, I saw the mess we'd made on the ground. Wetness stained the cement in odd places, and the rope laid on the ground in a heap beside the bag that had been over my head.

"You guys need to figure this out," I gestured to the floor. "I'll be fine."

Booker forced my face back to him with a gentle hand on my cheek, and I realized he'd lifted his mask. He pressed his lips to mine, our mouths mending together as he laced his fingers in my hair.

As we parted, something was placed on my head, and I reached a hand up to find Henley had given me my cowgirl hat back.

I pulled away from Booker, backing toward the door. "Meet us upstairs, okay? "

Booker nodded, pulling his mask back down. I turned around, wrapping a hand around the knob and opening the creaky door. I slipped out, closing it behind me so no one would hopefully go in there while they somehow took care of what we'd done.

As I headed down the dark hall, I bit my lip with the memory of how all three of them had made me feel. I'd never felt anything as fulfilling as that, but my mind went back to Booker—how he'd looked up to me with admiration, like I was the only one in his universe.

He was having the same effect on me, and I wanted to embrace it. When I left Chase, I hadn't felt heartbroken, which was why when Booker told me they'd killed him, I hadn't flinched. Chase was an asshole, digging himself into a hole that would've ended up with him dead anyway. Booker just sped up the process.

I rounded the corner, but as I did, a hand clamped down on my arm, pulling me back. I spun, expecting to find Booker or one of the others, but before I could get a good look, something hit me hard on the side of the head, and I fell forward into stiff arms, and my vision went black.