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CHAPTER 7

EZRA

Everyone else is asleep since it’s only about four in the morning, but my little petal is slipping out of bed silently in the dark.

The winter storm, as expected, locked us in for an extra day. Howling winds and flickering power made some of the others nervous, but not me. I love all kinds of weather, but storms have always been my favorite. They’re exciting as fuck and energize me. The only downside is I haven’t gotten her into the woods, and I fucking need to.

Three nights and two and a half days filled with so much fucking, my dick is getting sore. I can’t imagine how my petal’s pussy is. Her petals have definitely been plucked.

All of us passed out in the bed with the exception of Richard. He’s never stayed to sleep. I find it odd, because with the other women, he did. One would think he doesn’t like her, but I think it’s the opposite. I think he likes her more than he wants to admit, so he’s staying detached. His loss, my gain.

I’ve decided to keep her.

I watch as she tiptoes to the window to peek through the shade, a light sigh escaping at whatever she sees. As she crosses the room slowly to head out of the room, I roll my body off the bed, my feet hitting the floor silently. I’ve spent enough time here that I know the spots that creak when you step on them, so I avoid those as I stalk her through the room.

My grin turns feral when she turns the knob, wincing at the sound it makes. She’s definitely not wanting to wake anyone. A surge of adrenaline slams into me when my hand lands on the door next to her face, slamming it shut the few inches she was able to get it open.

The way she screams from her throat makes my cock surge to full mast, and I shove the front of her body front against the wood, pinning her with mine. “Caught you,” I whisper into the back of her hair.

“ Me asustaste pendejo !” she hisses under her breath. Trying to turn to face me, I shove a knee between her legs so she can’t move.

I love that she has no idea I speak Spanish. Telling me I scared her and calling me an asshole gets me even harder.

For the last few days, she’s been throwing out insults left and right when we’ve irritated her, thinking she was in the clear. My whispered translations to the guys have become a fun game. All except for Richard. He hasn’t enjoyed hearing her thoughts on his attitude as much as Tate and Kevin have.

Pressing my forehead into the back of her head and rolling it, I inhale the scent of her shampoo and groan softly. “You were running away.”

She huffs in annoyance but stays put. “I was going to get a drink of water.”

Sliding my hands around her stomach, I drop my head to her shoulder and bite down, making her hiss in pain. “Spread your legs. I need to fuck you. You’ve got me so fucking hard for you.”

“Can I get my?—”

I cut her off with a growl and a hard thrust against her ass. “I need to fuck you, Miriam.” She’s breathing hard against the door, and I give her a moment, then whisper, “Please, petal…” I’m desperate to get inside her. Kissing the teeth marks I left in her skin; I tilt my hips the moment she widens her feet for me.

Shifting forward, my cock splits her pussy lips, which are already wet for me. It’s another thing I love about her. She’s always so goddamn wet. Digging my fingers into her flesh and I keep my arms banded around her, I notch my head into her opening, then thrust up hard.

We both let out a loud grunt, and I hear someone shifting in the bed behind us. I don’t care if they watch, but I’m not moving from this spot until I’ve fucked her so hard, she’s screaming the fucking house down.

I don’t give her any time to adjust before I pull out and slam into her again. I fuck her so hard that her ass is slapping against my stomach, her pussy gripping me so tightly that it aches as I force my cock through her muscles.

A black fog clouds my vision when I wrench her away from the door to spin her around, bending her over so her hair is brushing the floor. At this angle, I can get a better hold on her hips to fuck into her. Her cries are filling the room, fueling my blood as it courses through my veins, the rush loud in my ears.

“I wanted to take you out outside, but the fucking snow,” I bite out, angry that I didn’t get my chance to hunt her in the woods. “The fucking snow ruined it. I wanted to stalk you in the woods, make you run from me until I found you.”

Growling out loudly, I pick up my pace, knowing I should be worried about how hard I’m fucking her, but I can’t slow down. I can’t care right now. This frustration has been building for months, and I need to expel it. I need to fuck it out of me and right into her.

Briefly, I hear Tate. “Ezra…” Ignoring him, I reach between her legs and rub at her clit furiously as I fuck her so hard her feet are lifting from the floor.

Bending over her back, I fist her hair and turn her head to face me. “I want to fuck you into the ground, then come all over your body.” With another thrust, I hiss out, “Wanted to mark my territory.”

I stand back up, releasing her head to hang down as I stare at the ceiling and rage into the space. Fuck. Should I be worried about how angry I am right now?

My petal is screaming into the room, forcing Tate to come closer, dropping to his knees in front of her. Giving her something to brace against, he lifts her hands to his shoulders and stretches his arm to where we’re joined. I can feel his fingers fumbling, brushing against my shaft as I piston in and out of her. The moment he lands on her clit, I know I’m done.

Tate shuffles closer, holding her head to his shoulder, rubbing her clit fast. She clamps down on me and the high-pitched scream she releases along with a string of curses, makes me lose my mind.

I widen my feet and slam into her as hard as I can, then hold myself deep to feel her erupt all over me. Her orgasm sends me over the edge, my balls tightening as my stomach cramps, before the first surge of cum shoots from my cock.

Filling her over and over. Fuck! This is the hardest I’ve ever come. I pull back and slam in again, letting the last drops empty into her pussy, but I’m still not satisfied.

It wasn’t the same. I need to get her outside.

Holding her tightly, I look to the door, ready to say fuck the snow, fuck the cold. I move to pick her up, but Kevin’s sharp voice halts me. “No.” One word and I know I’m pushing her too far.

I let my still hard cock slip from her body and feel an ounce of shame for the way she collapses into my best friend’s arms. Pushing her hair away from her face, he asks, “Are you doing okay?”

“ Sí ,” she murmurs, and when she repeats herself, I feel relief.

Tate’s head tilts back to look up at me. “Go grab her some water or juice or something.”

Nodding once, I spin on my heel, not caring that I’m butt ass naked, my cock dripping our mixed fluids as I run down to the kitchen. I grab a bottle of orange juice and bring it back to the room. They have her back in the bed, and Richard is leaning against the wall now. He must have heard me fucking her and came to investigate.

His eyes follow me as I pass through the room, then crawl onto the bed next to her. Handing her the bottle of juice, I wait until she drinks half of it, then gives it back. I set it on the side table, then curl my body next to her.

Pressing a kiss to her temple, I ask, “Did I hurt you?”

Her hand pats my arm and a lazy smile spreads across her face. “You didn’t. But I need sleep, pendejo .”

With a chuckle, I lay my head on her stomach and let the rise and fall from her breathing send me back to sleep.

When I blink my eyes open, I turn my head and see that Miriam is still passed the fuck out. Everyone else is gone from the room, so I try my best to not wake her as I slip from the room after I tug some pants on. I follow the voices to Richard’s office and am surprised to find them in a standoff.

“You can’t get attached,” Richard snaps out, glaring at Tate.

As I walk over to Kevin, I ask the room, “What’s going on?” but no one answers me.

Tate is furious, seething at Richard. “I can’t? Since when was that written in your fucking contract?”

“Guys, it’s done. Our time is up. They cleared roads this morning.” Kevin’s turned into his captain persona, attempting to interject some authority over us.

“ What is going on?” I yell out. Finally, they turn to me, and Richard answers.

He drags his fingers through his hair, sitting down behind his desk. “It’s Monday. We need to get back to the real world. It’s time to go.”

“Let’s keep her here another few days. Ez didn’t even get his chase,” Tate begs, looking to me for support. I agree full-heartedly. Nodding quickly, I’m about to agree, but Richard’s dick response only serves to bring me up short.

“He’ll survive. Someone just fucking pay her, please. I need to pack and head out.”

Sighing, Kevin shoves his hand through his hair. “I’ve got the $25,000 we were giving to Victoria. I’ll take Miriam to her dad’s and give it to her in the car. That work?” Looking around at all of us, Tatum only shakes his head slowly, not sure how to argue with this. The way Richard isn’t looking at any of us while shoving his papers into his bag a bit more aggressively than he needs to lets me know he’s fucking lying to himself.

He doesn’t want to go any more than we do.

“You’re going to go wake her up and just say, ‘Oh hey, thanks for the fucking this weekend’?” My lip is curled, pissed as fuck that they’re just dismissing her like she’s done her job and can be forgotten.

When Kevin meets my glare, he drops his shoulders in defeat. “We’ll let her sleep longer, then I’ll wake her for breakfast.”

“Fuck all of you. You’re a bunch of pendejos! ” I yell out, storming from the room. Walking into the kitchen, I slam open the fridge loudly, ignoring the cool breeze that hits me from behind. I assume Richard took his shit out to his car. Fuck, it’s so fucking cold out there .

The rest of them eventually trail into the kitchen, quietly sitting around the island as we wordlessly prepare, then eat breakfast. My eyes keep flying to the clock, wondering how long it’ll be before Kevin goes to wake her up.

I’m going to ask her to come home with me instead of Kevin just taking her home. Richard stands after throwing back the rest of his coffee and looks at Kevin. Before he can say anything, all of our phones either buzz or notify us that we’ve got a message.

Miri: I’m not a whore. Fuck you all for thinking I was here just to suck your dicks for money. Thank you SO much for turning this experience for me into something disgusting and for making me feel worthless. Oh wait, but I guess I’m not worthless. $25,000 right?

Miri: Váyanse a la mierda! Bola de viejos con pitos peque?os!

Kevin furrows his brows at his phone, getting more and more angry as he keeps reading. “What the fuck?”

“What does that mean?” Richard asks no one in particular.

A loud, booming laugh erupts from me when I read her last text. I’m laughing so hard that I have to wipe away tears just to read the line again.

“Translate, Ez,” Tatum says, furious and slightly panicked that Miri just took off, clearly hurt and upset.

Nodding my head toward them, I translate while still chuckling. “She basically said we can all go fuck ourselves, then said we’re a bunch of old men with small dicks.”

“She left?” Richard asks, not understanding what the fuck has happened. “When the hell did she leave?”

The memory of the cold breeze an hour ago flits through my memory, and I realize that was my little petal sneaking out of the house. She’s getting better at it.

This also means that she must have overheard our conversation in the office. Pointing my fingers at all of them, I narrow my eyes. “Obviously, she overheard the little chat we had.” Turning to Kevin, I ask, “Did you not tell her how this normally goes?”

For the first time, I actually see him humbled. Shaking his head slowly, he admits, “I didn’t. Definitely not the money part.”

“She did this for free?” Richard asks, clearly shocked.

Whipping my head toward him, I fight the urge to pound my fist into his jaw. “Yeah, you fucking prick. She sucked your dick for free. How does that make you feel?” Of course, he doesn’t answer me, still shocked by the turn of events.

Breathing deeply, I grin maniacally at the other three in the room. The only one not pissing me off at the moment is Tatum. Even then, he doesn’t get it. I don’t know why she didn’t stick around to lay into us, or why she didn’t wait for one of us to drive her back into town, but I don’t care.

Miri ran…

I leave them to bicker amongst themselves and slip into Richard’s office. It only takes a moment to find the contract she signed. Pulling out my phone, I snap a photo of her address.

Finally, I get to chase her. I hope she can weather the storm when I catch her.