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“Good idea.”

As they were sneaking through the trees, they came up on Carrie, and Nat hunkered down behind a log.

“We’re trying to take Ripley out,” Alley whispered. “He’s the only one who hasn’t been hit.”

“That’s who we’re trying to get,” Carrie said. “And we saw him go that way. Maybe we can surround him.”

“Olivia could just get naked and distract him,” Alley teased.

“That’s actually not a bad idea. It might even work.”

With a plan in motion, each of the other three hid behind trees, and Olivia stripped down to her underwear and sat on the log. Making a bunch of noise while she was doing it.

Ripley stepped out from behind a group of trees with his gun raised. When he spotted her, his arm dropped and his mouth did, too.

Then he sauntered up to her. “So, we’re playing like that now?”

She shrugged. “You distracted me with your bare chest earlier. It was only fair that I return the favor.”

Ripley dropped his weapon as he reached her and fisted a hand in her hair. “And did I say you could show off what’s mine?”

Why the fuck wasn’t Alley or one of the others shooting?

“You never said I couldn’t, Daddy. I just figured it was better to ask forgiveness than permission. You know, on account of we’re on opposite teams and everything.”

His palm connected with her cheek in a gentle smack as he shook his head disapprovingly. But there was a twinkle in his eye, and she knew he wasn’t angry. He was, however, incredibly turned on, which made Olivia hot, too.

As she was about to reach up and palm his crotch, foam darts started flying, and Carrie, Alley, and Nat stepped out from the trees, laughing.

Olivia jumped up and grabbed her gun, pelting him with a dart of her own just for the satisfaction of it.

He lunged for her, toppling them both to the ground.

“You’re supposed to go to the graveyard,” she said through strained breaths.

Before he could respond, the whistle signifying the end of the game sounded, and Ripley shoved his hand between them and found her pussy, cupping it through her panties.

“You want me to leave, Liv?”

She gasped and shook her head. “No, Daddy.”

“Didn’t think so.”

He raised up, and half turned to the three girls who were still laughing. “Go tell the scorekeeper I got hit but I’m... occupied.”

“I guess that’s our cue to get out of here.”

His mouth was on hers before she could even say bye to her friends, and she didn’t care.

He ripped the crotch of her panties and plunged a finger inside while his thumb circled her clit.

“You gonna be a good girl and come on, Daddy’s hand?”

It would not take long. His rough kiss forty-five minutes earlier had gotten her all worked up, and she’d been operating on adrenaline and arousal ever since.

“I want to come on your cock,” she pleaded.

He shook his head. “I’ll fuck you when we get back to our tent.”

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