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“Of course, I wouldn’t have let you hear us if I wasn’t.”

“I want the key,” Brawley says.

“I told you, I swallowed it.”

“Then I guess I have time to fuck your ass.”

“And I thought the romance was dead between us.”

I press my lips together to stop myself from laughing, and Clay’s thumb shifts slightly at the back of my neck, like he felt my mirth.

“Something amusing you?” he asks.

“Not even a little,” I reply.

He leans in, his mouth at the edge of my jaw. “You sure about that?”

“Are you going to fuck me or should I fight some more? Either option works for me, but I’m getting bored.”

“I’m going to fuck you. I wouldn’t have wasted my time coming out here otherwise.”

“Such sweet words.” I push my ass back into Clay’s cock, and he goes still behind me, then huffs out a laugh.

“And they are all for you.” His hand slides from the back of my neck to my hip, and he yanks me back against him hard. “You think this is a game?” he says against my ear.

My heart is beating faster than I would like to admit, but that doesn’t mean he gets to know. “You’re the one playing it.”

His hand moves lower, slipping under the waistband of my pants. For a second, his fingers pause, and I wonder what his plan is—while this is fun and all, I’m getting a little impatient. I was promised chasing and fucking.

“You’re not wearing underwear.”

Above us, Vero laughs. “I stole her underwear for when I jack off later. And I filled her with my cum, so she is primed for you.”

“Vero!” Brawley roars, and it’s clear he’s barely hanging on to his patience.

“What?” Vero replies immediately. “I’m just saying.”

“Shut up.”

Clay’s fingers tighten on my hip, pulling my attention back to him.

“You are a fucking problem,” he mutters.

“And yet here you are.”

The dirt wall presses against my cheek, and I shift slightly, trying to ease the pressure on my shoulder where the soil digs into me. Clay doesn’t give me much room to move, his body tight against mine.

“You know why you’re down here?” he asks quietly.

“My guess,” I say, “is terrible impulse control.”

“You fucked with someone I care about.”

I roll my eyes, even though he probably can’t see it. “You might need to be a little more specific.”

“Where would the fun in that be? By the time I am done, you will want me so badly, but I will throw you away like yesterday’s garbage and treat you like the whore you are.”

“Fuck you!” I shout, pushing back against him, fighting him now. “Takes one to know one, right?”