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He simply appears, or at least it seems so. I swear even the dark fears him. With his corn sword at his side, his amber eyes find Valli first, then me.

She lifts her chin and stares him down.

He steps forward, reaching to wrap his hand around her thin neck, squeezing hard enough that I have no doubt in my mind he could snap it. Cave studies her, his head tilting, and his fingers tighten. Her hands come up to grip his wrist.

“Gift,” he utters as he releases her neck.

Cave picks her up around her middle and strides away. I follow behind, curious as to his purpose and what gift he is talking about. We clear the stalks and come out into the center of the field, and I chuckle. Noa is tied to Cave’s post, which explains the missing rope from my shed. His wrists are looped over the crossbeam, and he is completely naked. His zombie face paint is smudged, and his head whips toward where Cave is standing.

“There you are,” he says. “I thought I was going to miss the fun stuff. My left hand has gone to sleep, so can someone help me with that?” He looks to Valli now that Cave has put her down on her feet. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she says, her eyes running over his body, and let’s just say he is obviously happy to see her. I’m not one to care about the naked form, but even I can appreciate that Noa looks good naked. He may not be huge like Cave, but the guy is definitely sporting a six-pack.

“That’s the best chase I have ever been involved in, and I included the one time Vero ran me in here, and the night Brawley decided I was a training exercise,” Noa continues, while Valli stands there, her eyes widening and her mouth slightly open. “You okay?”

“Yes,” she says.

“Good.” He lifts his chin. “Come over here then.”

Cave steps back and Valli walks toward Noa. When she reaches him, she takes his face between her hands. “You are completely insane, you know that, right?”

“Maybe, but how many people can say they were dragged through a cornfield and stripped naked by a scarecrow?”

I look at the ground and then at the cornstalks. When I look back up, Cave has moved closer. He glances over at me, and when he’s within reaching distance, he holds out his hand and intertwines his fingers in mine.

Chapter Thirteen

Valli

Noa hangs helplessly from Cave’s post. Physically helpless, but that mouth of his keeps running.

I place my hands on his chest and drag them down, teasing the gravel rash, and he hisses.

“Fuck, Valli! If you keep touching me like that, the teenage version of me might appear. I’m a grown man—surely I can last the distance.”

I smile at him, then feel a presence behind me; Cave’s large body towers over me. He fastens his fingers around one of my wrists and slowly guides my hand down Noa’s chest again.

Noa’s eyes lock on mine as our fingers reach his lower stomach, and he releases a moan when Cave lifts my hand. Then Cave helps me wrap my hand around Noa’s cock, his own large digits circling mine. His erection presses into my upper back, and I notice Cipher on his knees beside us. Cave reaches out and pushes his thumb against Cipher’s lips, and he parts them, sucking Cave’s thumb into his mouth.

“Kneel,” Cave growls in my ear. I do as he commands, releasing my hand from Noa’s cock as I drop to the ground at his feet.

Cave slides his hand free of Noa’s cock and pushes it through my hair. He uses his grip to pull my head back until my throat elongates and my mouth falls open, and then he spits onto my tongue. He growls deep in satisfaction as he watches me swallow.

I don’t know what I expected from Cave tonight, but it wasn’t that.

He pushes my head toward Noa’s cock, and I open my mouth again willingly, enjoying the sensation of his tip sliding between my lips. Cave uses the hold in my hair to guide me, and once I have the right momentum, he lets go, and I feel his presence disappear from behind me.

“Oh, fuck. Please don’t stop,” Noa whines.

There is a rustle from behind me, followed by a groan, and in my periphery, I can see Cipher has his hand wrapped around his cock. He is staring at us while stroking himself slowly, his cheeks a ruddy red.

Cave appears behind Noa, holding a corn stalk. He strips the leaves off and discards them, then his arm pulls back before he brings the stalk down hard on Noa’s ass with a swift thwack.

“Fuuuuck. Do it again. Please,” Noa begs.

His cock swells in my mouth, and with each thwack of the stalk, his ass clenches and he pushes his cock forward. I wrap my hand around his base, teasing and sucking on him harder, until Cave finally drops the corn stalk. Then he falls to his knees, leans in, and kisses Noa’s ass.

“Oh, hot damn! He put his tongue on my asshole. Oh, fuck, that feels good . . . you both feel so good,” Noa blurts into the open air.