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“Right where you belong,” I whispered in his ear before pulling my own cock out.
I was holding him down by the back of his head, pressing his front into the hard ground. It wasn’t fucking easy, Brooks was a wiggly fucker, but somehow I got his knees under him, his ass in the air. I knelt behind him, my fingers digging into his hips.
“Enough.” I slapped his ass, hard. “Now stay still and take it.”
“Fuck you, never.” I slapped his ass again, and again, then again. I kept at it until Brooks’s cheeks were beet red and he was crying under me. Still so hard that he was dripping though.
I slid my hand in between his legs and ran a finger over his tip, taking some of that precum then smearing it across the side of his face.
“You still gonna lie to me and say you don’t want this?”
“Go fuck yourself.” He spit, but his mouth was too dry and he wasn’t in the position for it to land anywhere but the ground. I just laughed, spread his ass cheeks, and lined up.
“Time to take my fucking prize.”
I started to push in, not needing to prep him at all with how much he’d stretched himself out earlier. It woke him up again and Brooks began fighting tooth and nail. We somehow ended up on our sides, my one hand around his mouth, shutting him the fuck up, and the other one around his middle, trying to hold him still, his arms pinned to his sides. I had my bottom leg wrapped around his, pinning him in place as I finally fully entered him.
“Ahh, perfect. You’re finally fucking quiet, and your hole feels as good as I expected. It’s loose though. I knew you were a little whore begging for it.”
Brooks whined, but he was helpless. With his mouth blocked, his safeword was to tap me five times in rapid succession. I made sure, even with his arms pinned, he was touching a part of my body that I’d be able to feel.
“So fucking pretty. Perfect little hole. This is exactly where you belong.”
I felt another presence before I actually saw or heard anything. I knew they were getting close, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. Not when I was buried balls deep in my perfect trophy. I flipped us again, ignoring Brooks’s grunt, and startedto fuck him harder from the new angle. Just a few more minutes and I’d . . .
Something hit me from the side, hard enough that I slipped out of Brooks, falling to my side. “The fuck?”
Brooks screamed, but then I lost all sight of him because a massive weight was on me. I looked up. The face leering down at me was covered in a balaclava, but I’d recognize those eyes anywhere. Then all I saw were stars as he cracked me across the face.
“Did you really think you were in charge here? Thatyoucould take our fucking prize? You’re just a fucking slut like him, a dirty whore who needs both his holes filled. It’s time to show you your place.”
CHAPTER 36
LUCA
I stayed in the shadows,watching as Brooks scrambled to his feet, his attention fully on Maverick and Skye. He didn’t see me there, watching, waiting.
For a long moment, he just stood, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Then he seemed to finally get his bearings. He shook his head, like he was trying to shake off the fog, pulled his pants back up, and then took off at a run. Maverick and Skye didn’t even notice, too busy fighting each other. But I did.
I took a deep breath of my own, steeling myself before I went after him.
Maverick had thrown me for a fucking loop when he’d cornered me earlier and basically told me to do fucking better. I’d been defensive at first, then shaken up the more I’d thought about it. He was right. I’d been doing everything I’d promised Brooks I wouldn’t when he’d given me a second chance. Not for the same reasons, not even intentionally, but intentions didn’t matter, actions did. And once again, I was hurting Brooks by pushing him to the side and not honoring my portion of this dynamic.
I’d almost called the hunt off. Or at least pulled myself out of it. I hadn’t thought I was in the right headspace for this. I still wasn’t sure. But one look at Brooks’s hopeful face had me keeping my mouth shut. He needed this. I just hoped I could give him everything he wanted and deserved.
Before we made our move, Mav asked me again if I was okay or if I wanted to back out. He said they’d understand, and I knew they would. No one should play like this in the wrong headspace, but I’d get it right by the time I approached Brooks. I had to.
I kept my pace measured as I trailed behind Brooks. I wasn’t in a rush. I could hear Skye cursing up a storm behind me still and a grunt and the sound of flesh hitting flesh as someone got a good hit in. It was anyone’s guess on who it was. I kept pushing forward.
Brooks wasn’t being quiet. I swore he was hitting every twig, every crunchy leaf as he ran. He was also breathing hard and mumbling under his breath the whole time.
“I need to do more fucking cardio. This is ridiculous. But Luca is slower than I am. Can’t slow down. He won’t catch me if I keep running.”
That little brat. He thought I couldn’t catch him? I picked up the pace.
Brooks collided with something, a tree maybe? I heard him cursing, and then he was up and running again. I was closing in on him but still couldn’t see him. I couldn’t hear Skye and Maverick anymore though.
Suddenly, all the noise stopped. Fuck, what happened?
