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“Hold still,” Brawley says suddenly.

“Why?” Vero asks, sounding curious, his chin still perched on the edge of the grave. “I have a free show here.”

“You’re about to learn what happens when you lock me out.”

Vero winks at me, then smiles, and I bite the inside of my cheek. “Why don’t you show me how much of a bad boy I am,” he sasses over his shoulder.

Clay huffs quietly behind me, and a second later, Brawley spits.

“Oh, you’re mad, mad,” Vero says with a laugh.

“You swallowed the fucking key,” Brawley growls.

“It’s more fun this way—you can’t drag me away like a caveman.”

“If you wanted your little pet there, it could have been arranged.”

I should say something to Brawley, tell him I’m no one’s fucking pet. But at that moment, Clay sinks his teeth into the side of my neck, and I moan at the delicious pain. Then he releases my flesh and grits out, “I’m going to fuck you and leave you here.”

There is a flaw in his plan—handcuffed to Vero, there’s no way I will stay out here all night.

“You locked me out and you fucked her.” Clearly the big guy is still hung up on that.

“It was good. Her pussy is filled with my cum and now Clay’s cock is about to be coated in me.”

Brawley goes eerily quiet, and Clay’s hand slides out from under my waistband long enough for him to shove my pants down roughly. The denim catches on my thighs before dropping lower, and as the night air hits my skin, a shiver runs up my spine. His hand returns to my hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh there briefly before he releases me to cup my pussy.

“You’re soaked,” he mutters.

“Shocking.”

I can’t see his face, but I can feel the moment he clenches his jaw.

Above us, Vero gasps suddenly. “Fuck, Brawley!”

“Shut up.”

“I can’t actually shut up right now.”

Another sound tears out of him, and I glance upwards just enough to see his arm stretched over the edge of the grave and his fingers clawing into the dirt.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he whines.

Clay drags me against him again, snapping my attention onto him. “Focus,” he mutters.

“On what?”

“Me.” His hand disappears, and his breath brushes the edge of my jaw to the subtle sounds of fabric shifting behind me.

Overhead, Vero lets out a breathless laugh.

“You are enjoying this way too much,” Brawley snaps.

Clay presses me harder into the dirt wall, mouth tickling the shell of my ear as he leans in close. “Do you hear how much Vero is enjoying himself?” he whispers.

I don’t answer him before his cock presses against my pussy and he thrusts inside.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and Clay laughs. “This is not for your pleasure.”