Seven

Pov

Tessa

I watch as Mason lifts his fingers, pushing them roughly into my mouth. A malicious smile lifts his upper lip as I suck, showing him what I want to do with his cock. He must lose patience because I'm being pulled forward, and he gives me no warning before shoving his hard cock into my mouth. I grab his sides, trying to balance myself as he fucks my mouth, gripping my red hair in one of his hands. Bennett grabs my hip with one hand and my thigh with the other, shifting me so that my wet pussy slides along his hard cock. When he rubs against my clit, I moan, humming around Mason's cock.

More. I need more. I need to feel his throbbing cock sliding in and out of me. I want to beg him, plead for him to give me what I need. But all that comes out are sloppy, wet grunts around Mason's cock.

Mason is rougher than Bennett, fucking my throat brutally, but I wouldn't expect anything less. He owns my entire being without remorse. My eyes water, causing tears to fall from my lashes onto my cheeks. I see excitement gleaming in Mason's eyes as he wipes the droplets with his thumb and brings it to his lips. Before I know it, he's groaning, holding my head as I gag around his length. He doesn't warn me when he comes, but his face is absolutely beautiful when twisted with pleasure. It's something I'll never forget, I'm sure.

I don't expect either of the Slade brothers to embrace me or say sweet things when they're done, but I also don't expect Bennett to shove me off his lap or Mason to push me onto the concrete in front of him either. I bend down to pull my still wet dress over my chest, but Mason pushes my hand away. I hear Bennett moving behind me, but all I can do is look into Mason's eyes. The anger is still there, but there's something else there too. He wants me to make a choice, and despite the threats they make, the Slade brothers know they can't force me to choose one over the other. I've proven that time and time again over the years.

When Bennett returns, my back instantly stiffens when he presses something heavy and metallic against my neck. I immediately know it's Mason's gun that was discarded on the couch, probably left out for this purpose. Everyone on the mountain has guns, it's the only way to stay safe in the forest. It's not the first time I've seen Bennett point a gun at someone's head, but it's the first time I'm on the wrong side.

It's Mason who speaks, his eyes never wavering. "Gun to your head. Which one of us do you want?"

Anger rushes through me as I spit out the words: "Pull the damn trigger." Mason's eyes shine with anger and his jaw clenches. Suddenly, I'm very glad it's Bennett who has the gun.

It's Bennett who pulls me to my feet, spinning me to face him, probably not knowing if I'll keep taunting Mason until he actually shoots me in the head. "We both want you. All of you. We won't share. You weren't an option for us until you changed the rules last weekend. You started this damn game, and we'll end it." His hands are gentler this time as he holds my face, but his words are harsh.

"And if I don't choose?" I step away from him, putting enough space between us three so I can breathe.

"We'll make your life a living hell," Mason threatens.

I start to say that they already do, that their terms aren't fair, but I stop myself, realizing how childish that sounds. I see how miserable I'm making them, and I know that if I stay here I'll only hurt them both and make them hate each other.

I don't say another word to either of them. I pull my dress over my chest and don't bother looking for my shoes or my panties.

"Tessa!" they both call my name once as I turn and run for the trees that separate our property lines. I take a deep breath when I feel the sharp pain of sticks and stones under my feet. If I fall and die now, it would be better than the humiliation of facing the Slade brothers again.

This time, when I get home and lock the door behind me, they don't chase me. I know what I need to do. I quickly text Remington to see if I can catch a ride with him before heading to my room to pack quietly.

Mason and Bennett will have my heart forever, but I won't be responsible for making them hate each other. My feelings are raw, fresh, and all over the place. The only thing I know for sure is that if I ever come back to Hollow Hill, there will be absolute hell to pay.