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CHAPTER 32

ADAM

I ’m just finishing cleaning up the gym after classes are done for the day when Drew comes over, folding his arms across his chest. Things have still been tense, but we aren’t ignoring each other as much.

I did try to ask why he came in here with a fresh black eye and a busted nose, though. He wouldn’t answer me. I was tempted to chew his ass out about getting hurt again, but I need to let it go. He’s a grown man who can make his own decisions. If he wants to ruin his body, then that’s on him. It’s why I gave him the green light to ease back into training again.

All that got me was a grunt and nod in response. Which is fine. I didn’t expect a big thanks or anything dramatic.

“Can I talk to you?” he asks, breaking the silence of the gym.

I finish stacking the last mat and turn toward him with a nod.

“What do you think of Max?” he asks easily. I furrow my brow at him, curious why he’s asking about her.

“She’s improving, seems like a cool girl I guess.” I shrug. But my mind wanders back to running into her on the beach and the way she looked at me. I could tell she liked what she saw, and I couldn’t help my stamina comment. Her mind seemed to go to the same place mine did, but I couldn’t show it.

Then I think back to our private training sessions. The way I can feel her hot cunt through her leggings when she’s on top of me. The fact that I’m fighting a raging hard on every time she touches me because I don’t want her to think I’m some creepy coach trying to take advantage of her.

I shouldn’t want her, there are too many things working against us—our age and the man standing in front of me being two of the biggest.

“She’s hot, you can say it,” he encourages, and I feel like I’m walking into a trap.

“I mean, I have eyes,” I answer, noncommittally.

“And your eyes have seen how obsessed Caine is with her, obviously.”

I nod again because no shit, everyone here has. He hasn’t tried to hide it, and if he has, then he’s failed.

“What if I told you she has said she wants to fuck more than one of us.” My heart almost stops beating in my chest at the thought of her saying that.

Of her begging for that.

“So, you and Caine are sharing her then?” I ask because that’s the only reason I can think of as to why he would be telling me this. I’m not sure why he would even bother. Another attempt to make me jealous, maybe?

"Remember how we talked about maybe bringing a girl in sometime?”

I swallow roughly. Of course, I remember—we talked about it a few times and I wanted to so badly. The thought of fucking him while he fucks her makes me hard as a fucking stone.

“Yeah.”

“She could be it. If you’re down.”

If I’m down? Like I would say no, like I would deny this? Not when just the mention of it has me ready to tackle him right now. Ready to fuck him hard and fast while, imagining she’s here, too.

But then the reality hits, “And what about Caine? There’s no way he would be okay with that.”

With a smirk, Drew lets me know about what happened. I had wondered why Caine appeared at my door, demanding we leave earlier than anticipated. I thought it was just him being him to be honest. I had almost sent him on his way while I did something else, but decided I might as well go with him.

Drew smiles, and it’s the one that looks almost sinister. It doesn’t happen often, but when he looks like that, I know there’s a reason. He finishes telling me about the deal they agreed to and I can’t deny the way it excites me. The thought of her not knowing which one of us it is. The way she’ll love it and want to know who it is by the end of it all.

It reminds me of the brief conversation I had with her, and it’s the icing on the cake.

“Have you thought of where you’re going to have your little competition?” I ask.

“I mean, I kind of thought we could tie her to her bed and keep the lights off.”

“What if we made it a little more my speed,” I suggest. Drew knows exactly what I’m getting at. He knows what I’m into. He knows what it is I like and what I need when it comes to sex.

He knows it’s going to be rough, dirty, and primal.

“I think she’d love it,” he responds with that same sinister smile plastered on his face.

And any lingering thoughts I’ve had for a reason to not touch Max have evaporated into thin air. The thought of chasing her down and doing what I want with her, while Drew and Caine are also chasing her, has all my blood racing to my dick.

“I’m in.”

For the next couple days, I’ve had to act normally. Like I’m not borderline losing my mind at the thought of getting to chase Max through the forest while Caine and Drew do the same, all hoping to get to her first.

Max was in one of my classes, and I was hard the entire time. I had to hide it, which resulted in me basically ignoring her. I also didn’t have any extra training sessions with her because if we did, I would have submitted her, but not for the sake of training.

She would’ve found herself submitted with my cock buried deep in her throat. But I had to be patient while I waited for today—the day Drew told me it was going to happen. The day he and Caine agreed to for the competition. I’m still not sure if Caine knows that I’m involved, but I don’t give a shit.

He’s always gotten what he wants. His entire life has been privileged, and it’s time for him to learn a lesson or two.

I’m waiting at the spot we agreed on, off the side of the road and just under the cover of trees at the opening of the forest. It goes on for miles, and it’s the perfect spot to show Max how much she’s going to enjoy running from us like prey.

It’ll be even better when I’m the one that catches her.

I’m straddling my bike, the engine rumbling lowly beneath me while I wait. We’re all wearing black hoodies, jeans, and our helmets. The agreement is we don’t take them off because she can’t know who’s fucking her.

Pretty sure she’ll figure it out pretty quickly, especially with Drew and his pierced dick. But I wasn’t putting up any arguments about the plan. I would have argued if Caine was the one that was supposed to bring her here because I don’t trust him.

But it’s Drew who should be getting her right now, and I’m sure she’ll put up a fight. That’s fine though, because whatever she thinks is about to happen, this is going to be even more.

Caine pulls up and looks at me, but I can’t see the look on his face, it’s just my reflection gleaming back at me in his visor. He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel the pissed off energy radiating off of him from here. I refuse to move or acknowledge him.

It isn’t long before Drew pulls up with Max behind him. Her arms are wrapped around his middle and the feeling it gives me isn’t exactly jealousy, but it does make me want to rip them off him so they can be wrapped around me instead. Or pinned down underneath me.

She stumbles off the bike, pulling off the helmet I’m sure Drew forced her to wear as she looks between the three of us. Her eyes are bouncing around and I see the questions, intrigue, and most of all, fear swirling in her green eyes.

“Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on?” She throws her arms up then drops them down against her legging covered thighs with a slap.

I can’t wait to rip those off.

“Who the fuck—” she cuts herself off, looking between the three of us again. I’m sure she can guess Drew and Caine, but it’s me that she lingers on the most, unsure who I am, wondering who I could be. It makes me even more motivated to be the first one to catch her.

“Run,” Caine’s low voice commands.

She looks at him, her eyes narrowing but he revs his engine, and she stumbles back slightly, startled by the sudden noise.

“Whoever catches you gets to use you however they want,” I can’t help but speak and she looks back toward me. I’m not sure if she recognizes my voice or not.

“Run,” Drew repeats the same single word Caine said, but this time she doesn’t question it.

This time she turns, running as fast as she can, heading deeper into the forest. I glance over at the two of them, waiting to see who will move first. We can’t ride through the forest for long, but the bikes do give us an advantage.

Drew and Caine both look at me, then each other, right before Caine takes off first, because of fucking course he does.

Drew and I don’t waste any time, each going in a different direction, trying to be the one to find which way she ended up going.

It doesn’t take long before I’m not hearing the roar of the other bikes, and I know we’re far enough away from each other. I stop to listen, killing the engine and waiting.

Silence.

The wind ruffles the leaves in the trees slightly, but there’s nothing else. So, I wait, I don’t know what it is, but I know she’s close by. Instinct had me guessing which direction she went, and I can feel her close by.

There’s a crack of a stick breaking behind a large tree, and I start making my way toward the noise. When I’m close, there’s a gasp, and that’s when I see her. She takes off, running deeper into the forest, and it sets me off again as I take off after her.

She may have said she doesn’t run, but she is right now and she’s fast. But I’m faster. I gain on her, and despite the large helmet on my head, I’m not even out of breath as I get closer.

When Max looks back and sees how close I am, she squeals. She tries to increase her speed, and feet are pounding against the crunchy leaves and sticks. She slips on some mud and the small set back is all it takes for me to reach her.

Wrapping my arm around her middle, I yank her back to me and she starts flailing. All of her training is seemingly forgotten with the way her limbs fly around, trying to hit me as she screams.

I cover her mouth with my hand as I wrestle her to the ground. She screams again, but it’s muffled by my palm as I flip her over just before she hits the ground. I groan at how pretty she looks, sweaty and lying on the forest floor. Her hair already has leaves and sticks stuck in it and I want to dirty her up even more. I want to get her nice and filthy.

“Let go of me,” she cries, as she continues to fight against me.

“Make me,” I practically growl, wanting her to use some of what she’s learned.

She attempts to get a grip on me, but I’m able to get out of it easily, and I pin her arms above her head by her wrists.

She bucks up against me and I know she can feel how hard I am for her already. She tries to hide her gasp, but I push my hips down against her so she can feel it. So she can feel me .

“Fuck you! Get off of me!” she yells and is finally able to wiggle out of my grip. I don’t let her get far as she tries to scramble away from me. I tackle her back down with her stomach on the ground while I cover her back.

“Such a naughty girl, running like the prey you are. You were just dying to be caught and fucked, weren’t you?” I groan, thrusting my still confined cock against her ass, pushing her deeper into the dirt.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me,” she cries, trying to get away from me. I keep her trapped underneath me and do what I imagined doing the moment I saw her get off the back of Drew’s bike and rip the fucking leggings off her body.

When I shred the thin fabric, I'm met with her bare creamy skin. She screams as the first cool breeze hits her exposed skin, making it pebble. She wrestles underneath me, but I keep her pinned, not wasting any time going slow. I’m not sure how much time we’re going to have until one of the other guys finds us and we’re interrupted.

I grab a handful of her tangled locks in one fist, while the other grasps at the tiny thong she’s wearing, snapping it against her skin once before ripping it off completely.

“Fuck you! Don’t you fucking dare,” she threatens. I yank her up a little further with my grip on her hair, so I can make sure she hears me.

“We told you what would happen. I caught you. I get to use you, and when you find out who I am, you’ll want even more from me.”

“I’ll never want anything from any of you,” she spits, and I push her head down, the side of her face smashing into the forest floor—she’s going to be such a beautiful mess.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. You will.” I undo my pants easily, freeing my rock-hard cock from its confines, precum pooling at the tip. I use the liquid to run my fist up and down my shaft a couple times as lube because I’m not going to prep her like I should.

Instead, I slap my hand down on her bare ass, and she squeals, her skin immediately turning pink. I run my hand down to her entrance, swiping through her core to find her soaking wet already.

“You don’t want this?” I let out a low moan. “You’re fucking soaked. You love to be used like a whore, right here in the dirt.”

“I’m not wet for you, I don’t even know who you are,” she insists.

I chuckle, running the tip of my cock through her wetness, coating myself with it. I put even more pressure on her clit when I run my dick over it. “I think not knowing who I am is what makes you even wetter. You love being chased and used by a stranger—that’s why you hardly fought me.”

She bucks again, but it’s almost like she’s bucking for more instead of trying to get away this time. Especially as I thrust against her again and she cuts off her own moan.

“You don’t know me.”

I pull back, lining up at her weeping pussy. “I know you better than you realize.” I thrust inside her, completely enveloped in the tightest, wettest cunt I’ve ever felt, and I can’t help the groan I let out.

I want to drop my head to her shoulder, but my helmet is still on and it’s in my way. I know I shouldn’t, but I pull it off, tossing it in front of her.

Immediately, she tries to turn and look at me, but I hold her head down with my fingers still tangled in her hair. There are leaves and sticks stuck in her red locks. I pull back, pushing my cock into her again and I see fucking stars at how good she feels.

“Your fucking cunt was made for me, wasn’t it, baby girl? You look so desperate for it right now, and I’m going to give you what you need,” I speak directly into her ear, making sure she can’t get a good look at me, despite her best efforts.

“Fuck. You,” she cries, but the cry turns into a moan when I tilt my hips slightly, my cock hitting a spot on her inner walls that I know she likes because she starts to move underneath me.

“Yeah, next time you can fuck me. Maybe you’ll chase me before bouncing on my dick. I know how much you’re going to want it,” I taunt.

“I won’t,” she insists, all while continuing to moan and push back. It’s like she’s trying to get me to fuck into her more, to fuck her harder.

I feel myself nearing the edge, so I pull out of her, and she whimpers at the loss which makes me smirk. Pulling her all the way up, I don’t let her turn to look back at me before pushing her front against a tree, trapping her body there with mine, and shoving inside her again.

We both moan at the feeling, and she can keep denying this all she wants, but her body is telling me something different than her mouth. My body is refusing to leave hers. The tree is scraping against her with the power of each thrust. I have control as I fuck her like a man possessed because that’s exactly what I am.

I shouldn’t have this woman, shouldn’t want her. But I have her now, and I don’t care what Caine or Drew say or think—she’s mine.

She tightens around me, and I reach between her body and the tree and touch her clit, the back of my hand scraping the rough bark of the tree as I start to rub the sensitive nub and piston my hips roughly.

“You going to prove how much you don’t want this by coming all over my cock? Do it. Give it to me. Claim this fucking dick as yours, just like I’m going to claim your cunt as mine,” I demand, rubbing harder and tighter circles.

She’s crying out, pushing herself back against me and I feel how close she is. She’s on the edge, teetering right there. When I pinch her clit between my fingers, she detonates. Her pussy tightens around me so much that it’s almost painful, and I can’t hold back anymore. She screams a mixture of “yeses” and “nos.” I groan, burying my head in her shoulder as my own release explodes and I push as deep into her as I can as my cum fills her. I don’t think I’ve ever come this much or this hard in my life. All I can do is push it deeper and deeper. Part of me hopes she’s on birth control. But knowing she’s so full of me and would be stuck growing my baby makes a new type of possessiveness surface, and it’s one I’ve never felt before.

I push even deeper into her making sure she takes all of it while I growl into her ear, my lips grazing against her skin. “Any time either of the other two touch you, I want you to remember what it felt like to be full of my cum and how much you screamed for me.”

I want her to know it’s me. It might be against the rules we set but fuck the rules. At this point, they’re all out the window. The way I’m feeling right now is so different than anything I ever expected. I thought maybe this would be fun once, but there’s not a chance in hell this will be the only time I have her.

She’s going to be mine; I just can’t decide if I’m willing to share or not either.

I back away from her, and it takes her a second before she realizes she’s free. The second she does, she’s whirling around, eyes locking on me. The shock is evident before she speaks.

“Adam?” she gasps. Part of me had wondered if she would freak out, be angry or regret that it’s me, but she doesn’t. Her eyes look me up and down, even though I’ve tucked my cock away; seeing her so dirty and marked is making it hard again.

I smirk, and before I’m able to say anything else I hear the rumbling of another engine in the distance, getting louder. She looks at me, panicked, but I’m not going to help her.

“Guess you should run again,” I command. She tries to pull on her ripped leggings, which are just going to slow her down. Along with my cum leaking from her pussy.

But she doesn’t let it stop her. She does what she’s told and turns to run.

I watch her, knowing this isn’t going to be the last time I have her. But I also hope the other two don’t get to her either.