Page 50 of Crushing Clover

Quietly, I crossed from the lot I was hiding in, to the one where we’d parked. What if Saint had fucked with me and moved the truck?

But no, there it was, the black paint almost concealing it in shadow.

The scuff of a shoe made me whirl.

There, behind me, was Rush, his grin and wild eyes making my breath catch.

At home, he could get rough, but he was usually my aftercare guy.

Standing here in the dark parking lot with him was different.

Some primeval instinct deep inside me recognized him as a man who’d come to raze my village, except in this case, the only thing he meant to plunder was me.

I shook my head and backed away. He prowled toward me, all muscle and menace, earrings glinting.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked quietly.

“To the truck.”

“Think, girl. Do you really want this game to be over?” The second voice came from behind me, and I turned again, almost tripping over my own feet. Saint, of course, looking as brutally handsome as usual.

If I could dodge around him…I was almost there.

“Three against one, and you’re still going to lose,” I said, panting.

“We’ll see who loses.” His smile was mocking.

With a squeal of exhilarated fear, I bolted to the left, heading down the row of cars then ducking between two. I didn’t stop but led them in a dizzying labyrinth of a chase, trying to work my way back toward the truck and home base.

I wasn’t the only one out of breath, but rather than making them laugh, they looked intense.

Rush took a swipe at me when he got too close, and I almost collided with Saint, ducking under his arm and barrelling for the truck, which was only feet away. Saint cursed as I extended my hand, the metal so close I could feel the lingering heat of it from the sun.

“Stop.”

I froze, expecting it to be Saint, but there was Lucky, his gaze ruthless.

“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.”

“If you think this is going to be pleasant for me either way, you’ve obviously never been my size getting fucked by men your size.”

They laughed as though I were joking. No. They laughed, like they enjoyed my trepidation, the jerks. Well, I’d gotten on this ride, and I wasn’t going to chicken out now.

Rush moved up behind Saint and unfastened his pants for him.

“This is always easier with friends to help,” Saint said, grinning. I felt Rush’s hands moving as he stroked Saint’s cock, getting him ready for me. Why was that so hot?

“Fuck, man. I don’t need to be any harder than I already am.”

Rush rumbled a laugh. “It’s not often I have you at a disadvantage.”

Saint arched a brow but didn’t bother looking over his shoulder at him. “If you wanted to play with my dick, you could have said so.”

“Just because it’s been a while doesn’t mean I’m not into it.”

Rush moved Saint’s cock into position and held it still as Saint lowered me onto it with a long, satisfied groan.

“For a minute there I thought you were really going to end the game,” Saint said through gritted teeth.

I was too busy processing the feel of him impaling me to answer. As Lucky had predicted, I was sore from the way he’d fucked me earlier.

“Ha. I didn’t doubt her. Our girl loves cock too much to deny herself,” Lucky countered, moving up behind me. He swept up the back of my skirt, stealing the last of my modesty.

“You guys could wait and take turns,” I said, knowing my objection was pointless.

If Lucky heard me, he didn’t give any indication as he moved into place behind me. I did my best to stay still as he pressed his cock against my ass, yet again.

“You’re not getting away from me this time, beautiful,” Lucky grumbled as he did his best to push his way in. His piercings made me grimace. I grunted and squirmed on Saint’s cock, not caring if I ended up hurting him a little, considering they weren’t being overly careful with me either.

“You need help there, Luckface?” Saint teased.

“Hardly.”

“You honestly think our little manwhore needs help getting into a girl’s ass?” Rush asked.

“For a guy who supposedly knows what he’s doing, he sure is taking his damn time.”

Lucky had lubricated us both with his saliva again, but my body still wasn’t keen on the idea.

“You guys need to let me down so I can go touch the truck now.”

“Too late.”

I hissed in a breath as Lucky finally managed to broach my ass with the thick head of his cock. I tried to shrink against Saint. Unfortunately, his hard body didn’t offer me anywhere to retreat to.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Lucky groaned as he slowly filled me far too full.

“Keep it down, man. Do you want to get caught?”

“That could be hot.”

“Not if it means we have to stop,” Saint pointed out.

I sobbed into Saint’s neck as Lucky worked himself the rest of the way into my ass.

“Fuck, I love this.”

“That makes one of us,” I gasped. They were both deep inside me, and I felt like I might come apart at the seams.

“Her nails are sharp. We need to get this bitch declawed,” Saint grumbled.

“Declawing them is cruel. It leaves them with no natural defenses.” I heard Rush say this from what felt like a distance. Saint’s fingers dug almost painfully into my thighs, but that was only fair, considering my nails were probably tearing holes in his shirt.

Saint eased out slightly, and for a moment I felt like I might be able to breathe, but then he shoved back in, gravity impaling me on his dick before I was ready to take it again.

“Jesus. You should see her face,” Rush commented.

I tried to school my features, but the brutal pressure of having them so deep made it impossible to try to look pretty.

“Move her over this way.”

“Fuck, Rush—you couldn’t ask before Lucky put it in?”

“I was distracted by the view.”

Awkwardly, they shuffled us sideways, but I was too distracted to look in Rush’s direction.