Twenty-eight

Pov

Tessa

I push my hand so that my palm is pushing against Mason's chest. If he gets any closer, this will end up with both of them inside me, and I'm not ready to pretend like everything's okay between us. It never was, not even before I kissed both of them in the same night. His heart is racing beneath my touch, and he lets me feel it for a few moments before guiding my hand up to his neck and wrapping my leg around his hip. "We're not going to ask you to choose between us again," Mason says, his voice low and rough.

I'm bewildered, to say the least.

"Sorry?" I blink at him when Bennett's hand comes to grip my breast in the oversized shirt I'm wearing. His touch isn't rough or hurried; on the contrary, it feels like he's trying to memorize the contours of my body.

"We agreed that if we ever felt like you really didn't want one of us more than the other, we'd call a truce," Bennett tells me, his warm breath tickling my ear.

"Oh, how gallant of you. It's not like I haven't said that shit since..." I'm interrupted by Bennett's hand moving swiftly to grip my throat tightly and Mason pulling the shirt up and over my breasts. He lowers his mouth and takes one of my nipples between his lips.

"You love us both. Equally. You proved that tonight, and I know you want us to be sorry for what we put you through, but we're not," Bennett loosens the grip a bit, letting me take a deep breath. "Does my brother's mouth feel good on your nipples, little volcano?"

"Yes," I sigh, not sure which way to push my hips. I hate that they can control me like this, but I love it at the same time.

"Do you want us to share you tonight?" Mason asks, pulling his mouth away from my nipple but replacing it with his fingers and pinching the hardened peak.

"That's the only choice we're going to ask you to make," Bennett clarifies, and the seriousness of what he's saying hits me like a ton of bricks. "We can't let you go, just like you can't choose between us."

I bite my lower lip in anticipation of what's to come for the three of us, but Bennett was right about one thing; we have amazing sex when we're fighting, so I tell them, "I'm still mad at you two."

"And I still have a bigger cock than my brother. Some things will never change," Mason says with a wicked grin.

"And that's a lie," Bennett growls, pulling me back against Mason, but he only manages to push my breasts up for Mason to have better access. I moan softly as Mason takes over, moving his mouth from one nipple to the other. My eyes close as he bites down hard and then soothes the pain with his tongue.

Bennett must have a superior view of my face because he demands, "Open those eyes, little volcano. We want you to remember the one time a Raven bent to your will. We'll give you whatever you want because you're ours now. Ours to play with. Ours to care for. Ours to fuck. Ours to love."

I arch against him with his words, pressing my chest even harder against Mason, who grabs my hip roughly with one hand, keeping me still. Theirs to love. The thought sends a shiver through my whole body, and I can't bring myself to question if he's just saying that so I don't have a panic attack and try to leave again. Right now, I don't care about anything except the two men promising to give me everything I've ever needed.

Pov

Benett

Three months later

"Please? I've been stuck here for months, and I'm going crazy. None of us can do anything while you two and the rest of the Ravens are out there screwing around or whatever my uncle sends you to do," I release a laugh at Tessa's exaggerated pout with extra emphasis on that lower lip, and she even crosses her arms. I'm almost surprised she hasn't tried stomping her feet.

"Vulc..." Tessa shoves me hard, catching me off guard, and I can hear Mason chuckling from his corner of the kitchen. The bastard took the rest of the coffee, and now I'm awake, caffeine-less, and dealing with an irritated redhead.

"Bennett Alan Slade! Don't call me 'little volcano' and try to wiggle out of this. You owe me. I'll even ride on the back of your bike." Oh, she's definitely laying it on thick. She hates riding motorcycles, which I think mainly has to do with having to choose which one of us she'll ride with. Never mind she'll ride one and then switch to the other's bike. We use every available item in our arsenal to annoy each other. It's exactly what siblings do.

She's got a damn point, though. We've been staying on the mountain this winter because it's been exceptionally harsh, only coming down to Arbor Ridge sporadically. I know the girls have been really restless, especially with the Ravens' departure lately. Rhett has us running to nearby towns, meeting with companies wanting to make deals with Hollow Hill Construction. We already have an empire, but I'm not one to question why he wants us to do these things. In the end, all I care about is getting us a bit further away from my dad and turning Tessa into a cookie.

"Can you let me have a damn coffee before you rip my dick off and shove it down my own throat? Yelling like a damn harpy. Why don't you ride my dick, and then we'll both be somewhere else?" I laugh to myself and head to the kitchen, passing by my little volcano's flushed cheeks before she storms off. I hear a door slam, and she's probably halfway to the Bishop's house by now.

The coffeemaker is bubbling, indicating the last drop of water is going through, and I can finally have a cup before giving in and letting Tessa know I'll take her out of Hollow Hill and let her breathe some less oppressive air for a while.

"I'm not moving," Mason says before bringing the mug back to his mouth, and all I do is roll my eyes and check him, hoping the mug chips one of his teeth.

"You know we gotta head to that damn garage today. Loomis or whatever. Pretty boy's been riding our asses, and he's not wrong. If we don't take Tessa with us, then she's gonna rally the other golden girls and end up with us losing our heads and leaving a trail of corpses." I know he's right, but agreeing with him right off the bat makes me want to break out in hives.

"Yeah, I know, damn it. I hate it when she tries to force our hand. Can't she have a hobby like knitting or something? If the girls could just have a knitting group, we'd all have a lot less stress."