Night Is Darkest by Jayne Rylon (books recommended by bts .TXT) 📕

“What’s new about that?” Tyler teased.

“Gotta point there. But you’ll be ready to burst through those designer jeans when you see what I managed to gather in my travels.”

Chapter Eighteen

“Close your eyes and turn around.” Lacey obeyed Mason’s command. A band of supple fabric that smelled like the guys’ spicy laundry detergent covered her eyes. She reached out on instinct, her hand encountering the solid wall of Ty’s chest.

“What are you doing?” Curiosity, more than nervousness, prompted her question.

“Blindfolding you.” Mason tugged the knot tight. “I don’t want to spoil my little surprise.”

She shrieked when he swept her off her feet, into his arms.

“I won’t let you fall, doll.”

Disoriented, it surprised her to hear Ty bounce up the stairs and across the porch of their cabin a moment before Mason began to ascend. The creak of the door sounded then she turned in midair, presumably as he carried her over the threshold.

“Holy shit, Mason. You weren’t gone that long. Where’d you find this stuff?” Awe mixed with desire to roughen Tyler’s voice.

“I went to Ferndale to call the chief but he didn’t answer. So I rang JRad instead. After we talked…” He paused, probably mouthing something to Tyler.

“Hey! If you’re going to tell secrets then I deserve to know, too.”

“There’s nothing to worry about right this minute, Lace.” He continued before she could ask more questions or lose the spirit of the moment. “I asked JRad to do a web search for goodies.”

“Oh my God.” Lacey’s cheeks heated. “You didn’t!”

“Fuck. That punk wasn’t lying, was he?” Mason’s fingers tightened on her ribs and knee. “You dated JRad?”

Tyler cursed under his breath. With her sight stolen, audio inputs seemed amplified. “At least we know he didn’t sleep with you.”

“You hypocritical barbarians! How many of my friends have you fucked?”

She could have heard crickets chirping if there had been any. Then the world lurched as Mason dropped her onto the mattress where she bounced. Though the blindfold stayed put, she came up swinging, trying to locate one or both of those jerks.

Instead, tickling fingers snuck beneath her flailing arms, attacking her vulnerable ribs.

“Even though we were complete morons, we hated watching the hope in other men’s eyes when they looked at you,” Tyler confessed while they destroyed her ire. “Mason would go insane every time he saw you dancing with some lucky bastard at a party or heard you’d actually said yes to a date with one.”

“This is for all those times, doll. I want you to know who you belong to.”

“I’ve always known,” she whispered between bouts of laughter as the devilish teasing wormed onto her sides and the backs of her knees. The idea of them claiming her appealed. She’d thought they didn’t care, or worse, didn’t notice when she taunted them by flirting with other guys.

“If it makes me a savage, so be it.” He growled when she quit fighting the onslaught.

Two giant hands secured her arms above her head. “Strip her, Tyler.”

He rid her of her sneakers then socks so fast she thought they’d vanished. Next, his hands fisted in the extra fabric at the ankles of her curvy jeans. He yanked them from her, still fastened. Her black thong provided the only barrier from their prying eyes. Though she couldn’t see, she sensed their stares on her pussy.

“Damn, that’s hot.” Mason pressed one of her hands to the bulge at his crotch. She basked in his excitement.

Tyler’s more graceful fingers cupped her hips, keeping her still as Mason did his part. She tested his firm grip but didn’t manage to squirm more than a centimeter. Her fleece pullover and long-sleeved shirt disappeared together. A single finger dipped below the string of her bottoms to test her arousal then painted a wet trail along the embroidered edge of her matching bra.

A moist sucking sound came a second before Mason moaned, “Delicious.”

“Roll her over.”

Tyler rotated her hips until her face nestled against the flannel sheets. Callused hands opened the clasp of her bra then reached beneath her to free her breasts. The contact with the fuzzy fabric she lay on caused her to moan. Then Ty peeled her thong off.

With simultaneous motions, Mason’s hands stroked from each of her shoulders, along her arms to her wrists while Tyler’s patted her ass then trekked across her thighs and calves to her ankles. They tugged at the same instant, spreading her limbs to the four corners of the bed. Cool air danced over her exposed pussy and ass.

“Stay still, little one.” Tyler’s reminder made her aware of her restless movements.

“I can’t.” The need for them overwhelmed her inhibitions.

“Then we’ll help you.” Mason’s matter of fact response accompanied the snap of something restrictive around her wrists. They felt velvety yet unbreakable. A flash of apprehension blocked out her pleasure before she could rein it in. In the artificial darkness, her mind skipped to the black warehouse where she struggled, rending her flesh on the metal manacles, but still couldn’t get loose.

“Shh.” Tyler came beside her in an instant. The restraints were removed. “You’re safe. It’s us, Lacey. We would never hurt you.”

“Unless you ask for it, doll.”

“S-sorry. I know that. Really, I do.” She rebuilt the vision in her mind until she saw herself held open for whatever pleasures the men wanted to bestow. “Please, tie me up.”

When fingers unknotted the blindfold, she thought they had quit.

“No! Please, I need you to replace the nightmare with something beautiful.”

“Shush, little one. We’re not going anywhere.” Tyler’s reassurance came close to her ear.

“But you’ll do better if you watch us. I want you to know who you’re with. That you’re safe.” Mason finished Ty’s sentence. “Just remember, we don’t want you to turn around. If you do, you’ll be punished.”

She blinked against the sunlight while she considered defying them on purpose. “What will you do to me?”

Mason groaned. Ty’s cock jumped against the back of her thigh. When