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“We can’t carry on if she’s unconscious,” Max snaps gruffly, his foot way too close to my vulnerable balls.

“She can handle it. You’re just being too overprotective, like usual.”

As I get to my feet and pull my pants up, Max helps Violet to stand. She’s a little unsteady on her feet, but she seems content.

“I can speak for myself. I’m fine.”

My spine stiffens with pride. Vi’s really found her voice these past few months.

Ignoring her, Max grabs the bag and pulls out a bottle. “Here, it’s just water with added electrolytes.”

“Were you counting?” I ask Max smugly as he sits down with Violet on his lap and holds the drink to her lips. She squirms uncomfortably.

“Of course.”

Once he’s decided she’s drank enough, he switches the bottle out for a chocolate bar, which he feeds her piece by piece. She’s reluctant to let him coddle her, but she’s been so well fucked by yours truly that she doesn’t turn the attention down.

“You’ve got a lot of work to do if you want to beat me,” I say.

“She’ll be extra sensitive, so it’ll be easy.”

“I’m so glad this is going to be over after today. I can’t handle any more of your competitiveness.” Violet shakes her head and pushes the rest of the chocolate away, much to Max’s annoyance.

“Then you better eat this so you have enough energy for us to finish this today.” They scowl at each other, and eventually, Violet gives in, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out for him to place the last piece of chocolate on.

Once she’s eaten it, she looks over at me. “I’m literally freezing my ass off here and you’re both fully clothed. That’s not fair. Make it even?” Violet bats her lashes at us.

“Gladly.” I grin and start undressing.

Max sets Violet on her feet and quietly follows suit. His eyes slowly move from the imprint Violet’s pussy has left in the melted snow on the log to her curvy body.

While we’re both trying to get our pants off over our boots, Violet makes a run for it.

I’d be mad that she played us, but it means I get to see that fluffy tail bouncing as her cute ass runs away.

“Good call on the plug,” I applaud Max, giving him a firm pat on the back that nearly knocks him over as he wrestles with his clothes.

Once we both manage to get our pants off, Max tosses his next to the backpack. He gives me a smirk that has me questioning his intentions. “You’ve had your fun,” he says.

“Yeah? Well, good luck beating my score. I’ve already worn her out, there’s no way you’ll get much more out of her.”

Max pulls out a small black controller from the bag’s side pocket.

“What’s that for?” I ask, going in for a closer look.

Holding it up, he grins at me and presses one of the buttons.

A loud scream of pleasure echoes through the woods.

No. Fucking. Way.

“Thanks for prepping her for me.” Max slaps me hard enough on the back to wind me and jogs off, leaving me with my jaw on the floor.

CHAPTER 6

VIOLET

“Oh my god!”