“Damn, at least they don’t know what we talk about on the phone,” Stacy laughs. Ever since they went through my texts on Wednesday, we have been having all of our conversationson a phone call so we can continue talking about our mutual fantasies.
“Oh?” Mason asks her, then narrows his eyes at me. “What have you two dirty girls been talking about?”
“Nunya,” I giggle and pull away from Lance. I move myself backward toward the shore, and Stacy follows. We are far enough away that we could get out of the lake before they got to us. I glance over at Stacy, and she smiles at me.
“If you run, we will catch you,” Todd says with a threatening tone. He moves closer to us, and Stacy and I simultaneously turn and swim toward shore. The second our feet are out of the water, we take off running to the cabin.
We shut and lock the door behind us before going upstairs. We get into the guest bedroom and close ourselves in as the front door opens. We can hear them talking as they move around downstairs.
“Maybe that was a bad idea,” Stacy giggles. “I don’t think you know just how intense Todd can be.”
“He looks so… innocent,” I say, and she laughs.
“He regularly makes me blackout, and I’m basically always sore, especially when I am bratty to him,” she explains.
“Dean can be overwhelming sometimes,” I say. “Really, all three of them, especially together.”
“When Todd gets a hold of you… You’ll know,” she says confidently.
“They’re waiting us out,” she says.
“We may as well just go downstairs,” I shrug. We get dressed and dry our hair before leaving the room. When I step out of the room, Dean is there. I squeal and try to jump away from him, but he grabs me and moves me over to sit on the banister that overlooks the living room.
“Dean! Don’t you fucking do it,” I laugh and try to get off the banister.
“Do what?” he asks with a mischievous grin. I scream when he leans me back while keeping a firm grip on my arms.
“Dean! Stop. Stop it. You’re crazy!” I screech and dig my nails into his arms to keep a hold of him.
“Don’t you trust me?” he asks, faking a pouting face. He leans me back more, and I gasp and try to pull myself back up.
“I will fucking hurt you if you drop me,” I threaten.
“Pretty sure it’ll be me hurting you if I drop you head-first off the banister,” he cackles.
“Dean! Come on. You know I hate this shit,” I complain.
“Didn’t like when I fucked you on the balcony last year?” he asks, pressing his hips against mine. I gasp when I feel his cock push against me.
“That was a further fall. I wouldn’t have felt the impact,” I laugh. “Please!”
“Okay, okay,” he says with a smile as he pulls me back to stand on the ground. He suddenly grows serious, and it throws me off. “Take Stacy and go to the master bedroom. Put on the blindfolds and lie down.”
“Hmm. Pass,” I say as I back up a few steps.
“Little girl, if you want, we will just tie your ass to the bed and edge you for the rest of the night,” he says with a tone that tells me that he is not joking whatsoever.
“Alright, grumpy,” I laugh.
“I’m not grumpy,” he frowns.
“You haven’t fucked in a week… you’re grumpy,” I say, patting his shoulder as I walk past him. Stacy and I walk downstairs, and he follows us down.
“Go,” Dean says, smacking my ass when I stop walking. “We will be in there in a bit.”
“Mhmm,” I say flatly.
When we get to the master bedroom, two black blindfolds are lying in the center of the bed. “They really did read all of those messages, didn’t they?” Stacy asks, picking them up and handing me one.
