Don't Get Caught: A Masked Men Novella (Masked Men series)

by Jaye Pratt

I don’t hate to read, and a good dark romance gets my blood pumping, but fantasy has so much world building my head can’t retain all the information.

“I wouldn’t take any notice. Small towns and gossip—if you fart wrong, they will write about it. So I suggest you avoid the onion soup at Main Street diner, as I hear it can make you toot.”

“Pretty girls like you should not be in a place like this.” His voice is deep and husky. What I wouldn’t give for him to force me to my knees and tell me I’m a good girl. “Pretty girls have fantasies about this shit,” I mumble under my breath, and he lets my hair go. “Is that right? Well, I’ll give you a head start, and I suggest you don’t get caught. Because men like me will take what they want.”

“If you keep doing that, I will fuck you against this tree.” “Oh no, please don’t!” Her words say one thing, but her tone hints at another as she pushes back into me again.

“Fuck you,” she seethes, jabbing her elbow back into my abs. “No, baby, I’m going to fuck you,” I say as I pull out of her. “I want you to run deeper into the dark, where only the dead can hear you scream.” She turns and blinks at me, and I step forward, pulling her jeans up a little. “If you want my cock again, run!”

“Next time, don’t get caught,” I growl out, “because two is better than one.”

“His wife is a bitch. She hates me because I live in sin.” “I heard that, Harlen. And she doesn’t hate you, she prays for you, there is a difference.” “No amount of prayer will keep things out of my ass. I keep telling you, a finger in the ass will change your life.”

Harlen snorts. “I’m twenty-four, not forty. And there is nothing wrong with fucking my best friends—our situation works for us. Maybe one day we will find a woman, yes, we, and then the town will have something else to gossip about.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t invite you, but it just happened. I made sure she consented—twice.” “Good boy, now spit on my cock and show me how well you take me.”

I’m possessive and would have killed to watch you fuck the pretty girl into the dirt.

Her cries of pleasure fill the room as I match my pace to Eli’s. Finding someone like Lily is like finding a needle in a haystack. This is going to be a wild ride.

“I don’t think you’re afraid of us anymore, baby,” he says. “I think you like being our toy. To chase, to use.”

Every inch of my body tingles as I ride out my release on the eager mouth below me. These men are ruining me for anyone who comes after them.

“I will always belong to you, Harlen Cooper, but there is something about Lily and I don’t want to let that go.”

I’m trusting people I don’t know with my body, yet never once have I felt unsafe. A tear prickles in my eye when I realize these strangers respect my need to explore what I like, but my boyfriend of a year wouldn’t even consider it.

If there is such a thing as death via orgasm, this would be how I want to die—flushed, sweaty, and sated.

“Wrap those lips around my cock and show the pretty girl how well your throat works.”

Harlen shouts his praise. “Fuck, Eli! Your cock feels so good, sliding against my cock. And our beautiful girl, she takes us so well. Oh, fuck . . . North, move your hips like that again. God, you all feel so good.”