Page 132 of Crushing Clover

I tried to shake his hand off my face, but he clutched it harder, digging his fingers and thumb in to hold me still.

Saint sighed and let go. “Fine. I guess, for the sake of fairness, if you get back to the truck and touch it before we catch you, you win.”

“Do you remember your safeword?” Rush asked, letting go of my arm. Lucky dropped my other arm.

“Yes, sir.”

I couldn’t believe Saint was going to let me out of their sight in a place where I could easily disappear.

I couldn’t believe the three of them were going to chase me down.

Adrenaline-charged arousal rose in me. Running from men on the island had been terrifying, but this? It would probably be rough, but they were slowly convincing me that I liked it rough, but only with them. My main concern was getting charged with public indecency.

“What if the cops catch us?” I asked, anxious.

“You’re so beautiful, they’ll probably watch, then let us off with a warning.” Saint’s unfriendly smile flashed in the dark.

He thought I was beautiful? Thank god my red face would be impossible to see in this light.

“Being beautiful isn’t going to save you from us, Clover. Mercy isn’t in my nature.”

“If mercy was in your nature, this game wouldn’t be much fun,” I said without thinking.

All three of them let out low chuckles.

“Boys, I think she’s flirting with us,” Saint said, sounding genuinely surprised.

“I think she likes us,” Lucky observed.

Rush snorted. “We’ll see if she still likes us by the time we’re through with her.”

I shivered with anticipation-laced dread. My muscles bunched, ready for Saint to start the game.

“Hard to believe you were going to be a doctor,” Saint mocked. “Now you’re nothing more than a few pretty holes to keep us entertained.”

“Only if you can catch me,” I shot back. “Besides, my main goal in becoming a doctor was so I could stop worrying about money. Now, that’s your problem, not mine.”

“You focus on keeping that pussy wet for us. No need to think anymore.”

He was trying to rile me up, but I gave him a sweet smile. “Yes, Saint.”

This game meant I could fight back, and having the opportunity of ‘accidentally’ giving Saint a black eye or kneeing him in the balls sounded like fun.

“Do I get a head start?”

“A small one, and you’re wasting it.”

“Shit!” I shook off my sandals and raced into the dark.

Chapter 27

I fled from them down the darkened beach, the warm sand making me backslide with every step, slowing my progress. Although I tried to listen for the guys, my anxious, labored breathing, the sound of the surf, and the wind covered any sound they might have been making.

Would they shout a warning when they came after me, or would they start their chase in silence?

I could imagine them laughing under their breath—eager and wicked. Should I veer off toward the buildings across the street? If I wanted to make it to the truck before they found me, I had to go in that direction, but they’d also be expecting that. It would be smart for one of them to wait at the truck, planning to catch me before I could touch it and end the game, even if it wasn’t very sportsmanlike. A billion possibilities spiraled, making it difficult to guess how things would go.

Lucky would chase me without planning. Saint would have a plan. And Rush? It would depend on his mood.

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