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I smile. This is the Cave I want to chase me.

“You caught me,” I tell him as he tilts his head. “Before you have your way with me, I want you to know I am glad you’re home, and you are as terrifying in that costume as always.”

He releases me. “Go.”

Oh, he isn’t ready yet; he still wants the chase. Well, I don’t need to be told twice. It’s hard to run when your cock is hard, but this will make it all worth it in the end.

Cipher emerges from the row of trees beside me, and we both slow to catch our breath.

“Did he catch you yet?”

Cipher nods. “Yes, but I think he wants Valli first.”

We stand there and listen. This is a hunt for him, and he has already caught and released us, so his last catch is her—then the fun begins. He won’t want this to be quick, not when he has been gone for so long.

The lights glow at the far end of the field before they go back out; she is taunting him, drawing him to her. We follow the row toward the lights, my eyes now adjusted to the darkness enough that I can see my hands in front of me.

We find the post in the middle of the field and see Cave with his arms wrapped around Valli from behind, yet she is looking up at him with a smirk on her face.

Chapter Seventeen

Valli

I have led Cave exactly where I want him. The chase is fun, but when it ends is always the best part. I am just about to push past the last row of trees when his large hands wrap around me, and I’m dragged back into his chest.

He walks us out into the open, into the center of the field where his new post stands, highlighted by a light he’s obviously borrowed from the paint gun arena, and it shines bright enough to illuminate the whole clearing.

Cipher and Noa come through the tree line, stopping when they see Cave has me.

“Do you know what that post needs? What would make it better?” Noa says, and I laugh. He had way too much fun tied to it last time. There is no way Cave is going to give him what he wants, at least not yet.

Cave sets me down on my feet, then pulls a length of rope from his pocket and holds it up. He walks toward them as excitement bubbles through Noa, but disappointment washes over his face when Cave grabs Cipher and drags him toward the post. He positions Cipher and ties his arms, sliding the rope between the holds at the end of each post. I laugh because I knew exactly why Noa had it made that way.

“To be clear, I hoped that would be me,” Noa whines.

Cave whips his head to Noa, who pretends to zip his lips, then he turns to me, his amber eyes catching mine.

I walk closer until he can take the hem of my hoodie and pull it over my head, the cold air sending chills down my spine. Right now, I am thankful the wind here is not as cold as in other places; we don’t get snow, thank god, or this would end up in a documentary on frostbite.

He undresses me, taking his time as both Noa and Cipher watch on, captivated. Their eyes warm me internally, and it feels good to be gazed at with such intense affection.

Cave reaches into his pocket and holds up a small bottle. He then sets it on the crossbeam along with a strip of condoms, and I smirk.

“The big man planned ahead,” Noa quips, and Cave simply stares at him. “Shit, I’m talking again.”

Cave turns back to me, leaning down to press his lips to mine as he pulls me closer, his warmth welcome against my cold skin.

Cave pulls back and tilts his head toward Noa without looking away from me. When he turns me, I see Noa is stripping out of his clothes, then with a grin he walks toward me, leaving a trail of fabric behind him. When he reaches me, he pulls me closer and slams his lips to mine. His hands start in my hair and move down my body, and when he pulls back, he positions us so that we can both see Cave, who has moved to Cipher.

“You’re stunning,” Noa tells me, leaning in to kiss along my jaw. His hands continue moving over my body as if he doesn’t know where to touch yet wants to stroke me everywhere all at once. Eventually, with a groan, he drops to his knees in front of me. Noa loves to eat pussy. I have woken up numerous times to him saying he is just helping himself to breakfast, and who am I to argue?

“Oh god,” I moan.

“Not god.” He laughs against my skin. “But if heaven feels even a little like this, I might need to find Jesus.”

Cave growls, and Noa chuckles—even I have to press my lips together to stop myself from laughing. Then Noa does something with his tongue that removes my ability to think about anything except the man between my thighs. He takes his time, and it’s probably the only time he does, as by nature Noa is not a patient man. Yet he has unlimited patience when it comes to edging me, and my hands tighten in his hair as my knees wobble.

“I’ll catch you if you fall,” he says, pulling back, causing me to buck my hips forward.