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I finish deep inside her and continue grinding, like I can force my cum even deeper in her as she trembles and shakes. I releaseher throat and ease her back into bed. My cock slides out of her and she shudders, rolling over to look at me. Her face is red, her hair a mess.

“My beautiful mess,” I whisper softly.

She reaches out for me. “Stay.”

Katie

Brad actually listened and I’m trying not to overthink that. He showered with me, brushed through my hair, and is still cuddling me even after cleaning me up.

I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to push when he’s so willing to give me his time andhim. So instead, I tell him I’m ready to go downstairs. We have lunch with Carter, we enjoy the day, playing around, talking, walking through the woods, and enjoying our “vacation.” Whenever I bring up school, they take turns kissing me until I can’t think about anything but them.

At night, I remind Brad about his plan with a new set of woods, hunting me down and letting me have them both, but he just laughs and asks if I’d really run. I think he’s joking and promise I will as long as they’ll catch me.

He goes quiet for a moment, then looks up at Carter, who’s approaching from outside where he’s been grilling—wanting to prove he’s a good chef. Brad leans back, then brushes his fingers across my thigh. “Say that again.”

“I said I’ll run fast and hard, but only as long as you two are going to catch me,” I repeat, confused. “Why does that—”

“Don’t run,” Brad says while Carter watches me with primal desire. I slowly turn to look at Brad. He strokes my chin. “I don’t want you running from me when you should be runningtome.”

“But our game doesn’t work that way,” I answer, not sure what else to say.

Carter sets the plates down on the coffee table and sits on my other side. He gently spreads his hand over my belly. “The furthest we’re going to chase you is to the front door before you turn around and beg us to fuck you.”

“Begging is better than running,” Brad agrees.

I know why they’re talking about things like this and I don’t like it. I don’t want it. My eyes water. Brad rubs my jaw and thigh, then tugs the collar around my throat, kissing me. “I don’t remember crying being part of the deal.”

“It was decidedly not,” Carter growls.

Once Brad stops kissing me with near violent affection, Carter steals my chin to look at me. “Are your hormones acting up again?”

“No.”

They’re both on a mission. Neither one of them will let me be uncomfortable. Carter insists on feeding me and making sure I get enough to drink while Brad rubs my feet.

I almost laugh at all their doting, but if I laugh I might start crying again. If I start crying, they’ll get upset and we’ll end up in a cycle we can’t break. One I’m not ready to dive into even though they’re horrible at disguising what they’re doing. As if I don’t remember what they were like before we got involved in all this.

Once they’ve finally settled down and we’ve all eaten, I decide we can’t put this off anymore. “You got news?”

Both of them stiffen and I shake my head.

“Tell me,” I demand. “No more doting and distractions, please.”

Chapter fourteen

Idon’t know why they thought they could hide it from me. It was obvious when they were being so sweet. They’re too affectionate and overwhelming. Of course they’re preparing me for bad news. My eyes start to water again and Brad adjusts, pulling me towards him by my legs. He stares deeply into my eyes.

“Katie…”

“Brad, let’s—” Carter starts.

“I need to tell her. I got us into this mess. Just make some dessert or something,” Brad snorts.

Carter rolls his eyes. I don’t have to look over. The sound he makes proves it. Brad keeps staring at me, studying my face. “You’re strong. You know that.”

I snort. “Yeah, real strong,” I say with a small shake of my head.

“You’re probably going to be called as a witness, which means you’re going to be asked a lot of questions. Not great questions either. Your options are to lie well and feel guilty, to lie badly andbe booked for perjury if you’re proven wrong, or… tell the truth. I’m not going to make that choice for you,” Brad says too calmly.

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