Page 52 of Almost Ravaged (Men of Evercrisp Orchard #1)

Chapter forty-three

Sawyer

E very time my foot hits the ground, a surge of adrenaline mixed with arousal shoots through my limbs.

I run faster than I knew was possible, hot and desperate to put distance between myself and the two men in this field, my exposed arms snagging on dry, brittle corn stalks. Every few feet, I stumble, tripping over cobs littered on the ground. So far, I haven’t fallen.

I’ve gone through this maze, making content several times these last few weeks. But the darkness and my anticipation have made it difficult to navigate tonight. Within minutes, I’m lost.

I think I’m somewhere in the middle, or maybe I’m circling the confusing section to the left that always disorients me. Not that it matters. I have absolutely no intention of making it to the other side.

I want to be caught.

Based on the lack of rustling or footsteps, neither is close. Mercer’s voice is loud enough to hear over my panting as he clips out instructions to Noah, but they still sound far away.

“This way. I bet she went around that corner. ”

I trip again and throw my arms out. I don’t fall, but I make a whole lot of noise as I grasp and pull at the brittle corn stovers.

“Did you hear that? Over there!” Mercer shouts, his tone triumphant.

I increase my pace, twisting around three tight corners, only to find myself backed into a dead end. Heart thudding, I turn in a circle, bringing my hand to my mouth to quiet my breaths, and listen.

The blood whooshing in my ears makes it nearly impossible to hear the guys now, and the arousal dripping down my thighs distracts me enough to break my concentration.

When I do finally hear rapid footfalls, they’re closer than I expected.

Good grief.

I have no other option than to retrace my steps to get out of this dead end.

“Little Nuisance…”

Shit. Mercer’s voice is even closer now.

I sprint toward a fork in the maze. Left or right? I freeze, my brain glitching. This part is unfamiliar, but I don’t have time to debate—

“Oh Little Nuisance…”

My stomach drops.

It’s dark in here. The corn is all I can see, but he sounds like he’s just a few meters away.

“Why aren’t you running? You’re not even trying,” he taunts.

Heart hammering, I dart down the left side of the fork with renewed determination.

I’m running at full speed, arms pumping, chest heaving, when I slam into a surface much harder than a collection of corn stalks.

“Got her!”

Noah’s deep baritone sends a shiver down my spine, and as I look up at him, a ripple of desire courses through my body, making me tingle from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes.

He stares back at me, his face a mask of uncertainty.

I lift one foot and take a step back.

He captures my wrists and pulls me closer.

Gasping, I tug against his hold, testing his resilience.

When he doesn’t let go, I silently rejoice.

Warmth and hardness and that distinctive aquatic scent I love crowd me from behind. Then Mercer’s hand is on my neck, cuffing my throat .

“That was surprisingly easy, Ms. Davvies.” He gathers my hair and brushes it to one side, then twists the strands around his wrist and pulls, forcing me to expose my neck to him.

I expect a kiss. Instead, I’m greeted by sharp teeth sinking into the tender skin there.

He grips my hair harder, only stopping when I’m craning back at an uncomfortable angle, completely at his mercy. “It’s almost like you wanted to be caught,” he murmurs before he bites me again.

A moan escapes me.

“Merce,” Noah warns, his tone heated but concerned.

“She’s fine,” the man behind me taunts. “Tell him, Little Nuisance. Tell him how drenched your panties are right now. How swollen and achy you are. Tell him how wet it makes you to be manhandled and used.”

Noah grumbles under his breath, his words unintelligible.

Before I can reassure him, before I can show him I’m okay, I’m shoved to my knees.

The scents of earth and soil infiltrate my senses as I blink up at the night sky. The expanse above is speckled with stars, though many are blotted out by the shadows of the men above me.

“Easy,” Noah warns.

Mercer lets out a dark chuckle. “Precisely. She made it too easy.” He caresses my hair, tilting my head back once more. “You wanted to be caught, didn’t you, Ms. Davvies? You want to be fucked in this field, like our dirty little farm whore.”

“Jesus,” Noah hisses, tension radiating off his body.

“He’s not here right now,” Mercer snaps. “But I am. And there’s not much I love more than a slut worshipping me on her knees.”

He grasps my hair again, this time yanking hard.

I whimper.

Groaning, Noah scrubs a hand down his face.

Mercer guides my head back, his deep obsidian eyes sparkling in the starlight above.

I shudder.

Jesus may not be in the field, but this man is undoubtedly a god in his own right .

Without releasing his hold on my hair, he caresses my throat, then uses his thumb to pull my mouth open.

“She wanted to be caught because she wanted to be fucked in the dirt,” he murmurs. “Isn’t that right, Ms. Davvies?”

Without waiting for a response, he shoves two fingers into the back of my throat, making me gag.

My eyes water and saliva pools in my mouth.

“Step back,” Mercer says.

Noah obliges.

Like this, positioned between them, my head still tipped back, I’m alight with anticipation.

Mercer rips his fingers out of my throat and releases my hair. I’ve yet to steady myself when he presses his foot against my spine and slowly adds pressure until I fold forward, coming to hands and knees.

“Unbutton those fucking pants,” he demands.

My hands tremble as I obey. As soon as they’re loose and pushed down off my hips, his foot is back, pushing with more force. He doesn’t stop until my arms give out and my body is flat against the earth.

“Merce,” Noah pleads.

“Watch her,” the dark voice behind me replies. “Look how her back rises and falls. I bet she’s fucking soaked, making a little puddle beneath herself. She wants to be fucked in the dirt, don’t you, baby?”

“No,” I pant out, turning my face and pressing my cheek into the hardened soil.

No .

He won’t listen, and that fucking thrills me. My body thrums and my clit aches, all my nerve endings waiting and wishing and wanting to ignite at his hand.

“No?” he questions, playfulness in his tone. “You don’t want me to pull down your soaked panties and sink into that tight pink hole while your face is smashed against the earth?”

“No,” I declare again, louder this time.

I shake my head, savoring the sensation of the cool dirt beneath my cheek, relishing in my absolute helplessness as anticipation sends jolts of electricity to my limbs. With his foot pressed into my back like this, I can’t move. I couldn’t go anywhere if I tried .

“Look at this ass.” Mercer tugs on my jeans and exposes my backside but leaves them around my thighs, trapping me further.

He smacks one cheek lightly, then slides a hand between my thighs and roughly strokes my pussy.

“You should feel this,” he says as he pulls back. “She’s drenched. Dripping for us in the dirt, making her own fucking mud. She’s telling us no, but her body is screaming yes .”

Goose bumps erupt all over my body.

I want this. I want them.

I want to be ravaged in a cornfield, fucked raw by a man I know down to my core will do anything to please me.

“You can either help me or you can watch, Noah.”

Above me, Mercer fumbles with his belt, the buckle clinking.

“But decide quickly. This slut needs to be fucked right now.”