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

by Jaye Pratt

Harlen and Eli;

North. Lily

My ex broke up with me three weeks ago. Apparently, he read my diary and then demanded I tell him my deepest, darkest fantasy. It scared him enough he ran for the hills. Charles Williamson Jr. was as vanilla as they come.

CNC—consensual non-consent.

and a good dark romance gets my blood pumping, but fantasy

The handsome stranger laughs. His dirty-blonde hair looks like he just rolled out of bed, and his piercing blue eyes crinkle at the corners. “I’m North, and

“See you around, trouble,” he says with a wink,

The second roped-off area is for the adults. If you pass it, I suggest you don’t get caught. They will chase you,”

cloaked figures, and a red carpet leading to a red curtain. My hands sweat—now this is the adrenaline I’m after. I damn-well know one of these cloaked figures is a real person, and the anticipation of them jumping out at me has me feeling giddy.

“Run, before he catches you,”

“Don’t get caught.”

I’m not watching where I’m going as I run through the next door, causing me to trip over my own feet and face-plant. As I push onto my knees, I feel a hand wrap around my ponytail. Hold on, I thought they could not touch you? The pressure of the man pulling me by my hair draws me to a stand, and his front presses against my back. Wetness pools between my legs. Maybe Charles was right, maybe I am sick.

“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.” Turning back, I look at him over my shoulder. Could he be for real or is this all part of the act? “Three . . .” I don’t wait for him to count further—there is only one way to find out.

Eli

won’t voice my opinion—I rarely do, since the accident years ago where my throat was torn open and left my vocal cords damaged.

North has always said a woman’s arousal can be smelled, but surely not unless your face is buried between her legs. Her eyes rounded like saucers when I whispered in her ear, “Pretty girls like you should not be in a place like this.”

Moving across the room, I see her duck through a door, one which leads outside. I can’t hold back my smirk. She is headed into the cemetery, and it’s my all-time favorite place.

I use my other hand to test the waters, running it along her side. She shivers under my touch, and I slide my hand down until it reaches the top of her jeans. Lily bucks back, pushing her ass hard into my cock. A deep growl rips through my chest. “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.

“Do you hear the sounds your body is making? Doesn’t seem like you’re all that scared to me.”

me.” “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!”

She takes off through the gravestones.

herself. “You will need to do better than that,” I taunt, leaning forward and crushing her body face-down beneath mine. I pull the back of her jeans down again before taking my cock out, and I find her cunt so wet for me it’s practically gushing.

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

Then I tidy my hair and wipe the tears from my cheeks. They are mostly from happiness, and a little because I just let a stranger fuck me in a cemetery and enjoyed every minute of it. Plus, the fact I orgasmed so hard I felt like my head was going to explode.

Asher.

and he is married,”

“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.” I snort and both men look at me. ...

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.” Asher clears

“What question would that be?”

“How would sharing one girlfriend work exactly?”

Harlen pushes his dark-brown hair out of his eyes and tucks ...

“Honestly, we have no idea. We all like women, but life is complicated. Three women under one roof would never work. Eli struggles to talk to us, let alone a woman. North is North—he works hard renovating and flipping houses, but normally crashes by the time he walks in the door. And me, if I’m working on something, I could be locked in the shed for days before I come up for air. One woman wouldn’t feel neglect...

“I like to be scared, chased, forced—or at least I think I do. It’s why I’m here, really.”

might have been chased tonight.”

“Oh yeah? Anyone I know?”

“Not sure who it was. One minute I was in the haunted hospital, and the next thing I knew, I was being chased fo...

“He didn’t ...

“Oh, gosh no. He spoke to me first, kind of, but I gave him consent. I have never felt more alive than I did in those moments. He told me not to get cau...

“Eli, but you won’t see him around. He doesn’t really leave the house.

“I was fine, I didn’t hurt her. Besides, I told her I would bring a friend next time.”

“You will always be mine, Eli. Fucking always. I don’t mind sharing you with North, or a pretty girl,”

If Lily wants to be chased and fucked hard, she stumbled upon the right town.

She was one of the few people in this town who truly accepted

“I don’t give a damn what you do in the privacy of your own home. You boys have grown into men to be proud of.”

As I push the door open, I duck just in time to avoid a lamp flying at my head. Glancing back when there’s no crash, I spot Eli holding it in one of his large hands. Nice save.

I almost laugh at the little ducks on the material.

“I warned you I would be back,” Eli says,

“We don’t want to hurt you, baby, we just want to use your holes.”

What I don’t expect is for her to drop at the last minute and grab me by my nuts, then as I collapse to the ground, she jumps up and darts past me. Eli chases her while I lay on the floor, waiting for my poor balls to come back out of hiding.