Page 135 of Crushing Clover

“Why should I stop?” I asked, grinning, wiggling my fingers infinitesimally closer to the tailgate.

“Because if you touch the truck you win,” Rush said, as though reading Lucky’s mind.

“You don’t really want to win, do you, girl?” Saint asked.

I bit my lip and wrinkled my nose. I did like to win, but I also wanted to find out what they had in mind. I could have made some sort of deal where if I got to the truck first, I got to call the shots, but if I was being honest with myself, I preferred it when they did what they wanted. It usually worked out for me—more or less. Even when they hurt me, they usually gave me wild orgasms.

With a laugh, I ran away from the truck, but not before catching a blur of white teeth as they resumed the chase. If anyone came out to their car, they would see us horsing around and probably call security or the cops or something, but that was the guys’ problem. They were the ones with something to lose.

The three of them closed in on me, pinning me between them and the back fence. I had no idea what lay on the other side, but I couldn’t let them win.

I leapt, grabbing the chain-link and starting to climb, the rattling of the metal loud enough to drown out what was happening below me. Before I could get all the way up, a big hand closed on my ankle and yanked me back down. I fell and expected to hit the pavement, but more than one set of hands caught me, groping and rude, invading me at neckline and hemline and even an arm hole. One of them tore open the front of my dress so that my breasts spilled out.

“Stop it!” I hissed, scanning the area for possible onlookers.

We were all breathing hard, but they crowded nearer—all muscle, and soap-scented sweat—not giving me space to catch my breath.

A mouth descended on mine.

Saint?

Saint was kissing me on purpose?

Probably to shut me up, but still. I bit his lip, still struggling against their hands, and tasted his blood in my mouth. Both of us groaned, but that didn’t convince me to behave. Hands groped my breasts, pinching my nipples. Another hand had snaked under my dress, stroking my clit and making me choke on Saint’s tongue.

“Stop,” I begged into his mouth.

“Never,” he breathed.

“I get her ass,” Lucky said before the others could. “I was almost in when she got away.”

“Doesn’t matter to me, as long as I get a hole,” Rush growled.

“I want her pussy,” Saint said, taking his mouth from mine only long enough to have an opinion.

“We can’t do this here,” I complained. “We’re going to get caught.”

“The security guard will have fun watching,” Lucky said, laughing.

“Or maybe he’ll want to join in?” Rush suggested.

“You’d let a stranger have a piece of me?” I asked, not believing that of Rush, of all people.

“No. Fuck that,” Saint said flatly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

They dragged me between the buildings into yet another alleyway that smelled suspiciously like urine. Gross.

“Where did you lose your panties?” Saint asked me as though I could think clearly enough to respond. I was panting, trying to drag his mouth down to mine, and feeling more brazen than I should have with him tonight.

“Lucky ripped them off,” I complained. “There’s somewhere on the beach.”

“No wonder you’re covered in grit.” He licked my bottom lip then bit it, drawing blood the same as I’d done to him, before kissing me again. “There’s nothing like fucking a dirty girl.”

He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, and I instinctively twined my arms around his neck and hung on.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re going to fuck you, and if you fight, it’s going to be a lot less pleasant than you’re thinking.”

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