Chapter 9
Kayla
Clay laughs, and Vero fidgets underneath me. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on right now. While Clay may be a dick of huge proportions, he is hot, and his cock is pressed right up against my ass. He clearly likes it rough.
Clay wraps his hand around my hair and rips my head backward, then leans in close. “The more you fight, the better this is for me. You don’t want to give me what I want, do you?”
I grin and slam my head backward. The satisfying crack has Vero laughing as I snark, “Red looks good on you, Clay.”
He tightens his grip on my hair, but this time, he isn’t stupid enough to get closer.
Instead, he uses the hold to drag me upward, and my free hand flies to his as I try to stop the asshole from ripping my hair from my head.
The motion has me on my knees, then back on my feet, Vero following as his arm links with mine.
Brawley reaches us and takes in the chaotic scene, his eyes dropping to our conjoined wrists. “Where is the key?” he demands.
Vero’s manic laughter fills the air. “I swallowed it. Figured you can’t force us to separate that way.”
My eyes widen, and I turn my head to look at Vero in disbelief, somewhat surprised Clay allows the movement. “You didn’t seriously swallow it, right?”
Vero smiles wider at me—great, he isn’t lying. He actually swallowed the fucking key.
“FUCK! I really need to hurt you right now, but I can’t do that while you’re fucking attached to her,” Brawley growls.
“This could benefit both of us,” Clay says, and Brawley startles, almost as if he only just realized he is here. “I have an idea, follow my lead. The bitch might finally realize not to fuck with us, or she may decide never to come back again. Win-win really.”
“You touch him, you die.” The way Brawley growls the words, I believe he means exactly what he is saying. He would kill Clay for touching Vero and not lose a wink of sleep.
Vero mentioned they are all friends, but they seem to have a weird way of showing it.
Clay salutes Brawley, but doesn’t let go of my hair with his other hand, then he pulls me along, quickly weaving us between some old headstones.
Once I see exactly where we’re going, I laugh. “Aww, you really dug a hole for me, that’s so romantic.”
Vero turns, twisting our arms in a weird direction so he is walking backward. “Why don’t you dig graves for me? Clay has one up on you, baby.”
I snort.
“He didn’t fucking dig the hole,” Brawley growls. “Noa digs all the graves, and this one is no different.”
Clay releases my hair roughly, and as I stumble, he puts his foot out. I tumble down into the grave, though somehow, I awkwardly manage to land on my feet. By default, Vero’s arm follows, but he doesn’t fall inside; rather, our arms extend over the edge as Vero peers down and smiles at me.
“Oh no,” he says as Clay jumps down beside me and shoves me into the dirt wall. It crumbles down on my shoulders as his hand twists back in my hair.
“Are you looking forward to being buried alive?” Clay mocks.
I buck my head backward, and as he avoids that hit, I bring my free arm back and elbow him in the gut. I snicker at the sound he releases, a half grunt, half wheeze.
“You won’t do it. Though I don’t know any of you well, I know Brawley won’t let anything happen to Vero, and we are attached right now.”
Clay pushes my face into the dirt harder as he leans in against me, and his bandanna must be pulled down because I feel his breath fan across my cheek. “If I pull your arm from its socket and cut it off, that problem is solved. I don’t know what kind of men you’re used to, but we are not them.”
A shiver runs up my spine. But if they were going to kill me, I would already be dead.
“Big threat from a man who just got winded by a woman half his size.” I turn my face as much as I can, catching him in my periphery. “You sure you want to keep pulling my hair? Or do you get off on embarrassing yourself?”
“I can’t tell if you have a death wish or the biggest balls out of the four of us,” Vero chimes in from above us. “I’m going to say balls. Brawley, she has bigger balls than Clay.”
“Don’t encourage her,” Clay snaps.
“I don’t need encouraging,” I tell him. “I am doing just fine on my own.”
Clay shoves my face into the dirt again, and I laugh as he presses in behind me. I can feel every inch of him; he is clearly enjoying this just as much as I am.
“Are you going to keep grinding on me, or are you going to tell me what your plan is?”
“The plan,” he says, close to my ear, “is that you are going to stay down here until you learn some manners.”
I laugh—I can’t help it. “Clay, I’ve been down here three minutes, and I’ve already winded you. What makes you think time is going to fix things?”
“I like her,” Vero announces. “I know I keep saying it, but I really, really like her. Brawley, can we keep her? I want to keep her.”
“Nobody is keeping anyone,” Clay snaps, his grip tightening in my hair. “She is going to apologize, go home, and never come back.”
“Wow,” I say. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Clearly you have never met a woman before.”
Vero cackles, and Brawley makes a sound that tells me he is trying very hard not to laugh too.
“You want to run that by me again?” Clay says.
“I mean this very sincerely,” I tell him, “but do you genuinely think I am going to apologize to you? In a grave that you pushed me into while you press your obvious erection into my back?” I pause for dramatic effect. “You have never once in your life successfully handled a woman, have you?”
I know Clay has probably fucked a lot of women—the asshole is sin on legs—but I doubt he has ever really dealt with a woman who pushes back and doesn’t take his bullshit.
“I could make you apologize,” he says.
“You could try.”
“Clay.” Brawley sighs. “She’s been down there five minutes, you’re losing.”
“I am not losing. I’m making a point.”
“What point?” Vero asks. “From up here it looks like you’re holding a woman against a dirt wall while she makes fun of you.”
“Vero, I swear to god. Shut up,” Clay growls.
“No, he’s right,” I say. “That’s exactly what is happening.”
Clay makes a sound low in his throat, and his hand in my hair loosens, releasing slightly before it drops to the back of my neck.
His palm is warm and his thumb presses into the base of my skull.
It’s worse than the hair pulling because it doesn’t hurt, and I don’t want to think about why my body responds the way it does.
“You think this is funny?” he says, so quietly only I can hear him.
“You know it is, and I think that’s why you’re furious.”
From above, Brawley’s voice, stripped of any amusement, barks out, “Vero.”
“Mmm?”
“You fucked her,” Brawley growls. “And you locked the door so I couldn’t get in.”
Vero looks up at Brawley. His expression is entirely too unbothered for a man who swallowed a handcuff key and is currently attached to a stranger trapped in a hole in the ground. “I was going to explain.”
“Were you?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t have let you hear us if I wasn’t.”
“I want the key,” Brawley says.
“I told you, I swallowed it.”
“Then I guess I have time to fuck your ass.”
“And I thought the romance was dead between us.”
I press my lips together to stop myself from laughing, and Clay’s thumb shifts slightly at the back of my neck, like he felt my mirth.
“Something amusing you?” he says.
“Not even a little,” I reply.
He leans in, his mouth at the edge of my jaw. “You sure about that?”
“Are you going to fuck me or should I fight some more? Either option works for me, but I’m getting bored.”
“I’m going to fuck you. I wouldn’t have wasted my time coming out here otherwise.”
“Such sweet words.” I push my ass back into Clay’s cock, and he goes still behind me, then huffs out a laugh.
“And they are all for you.” His hand slides from the back of my neck to my hip, and he yanks me back against him hard. “You think this is a game?” he says against my ear.
My heart is beating faster than I would like to admit, but that doesn’t mean he gets to know. “You’re the one playing it.”
His hand moves lower, slipping under the waistband of my pants. For a second his fingers pause, and I wonder what his plan is—while this is fun and all, I’m getting a little impatient. I was promised chasing and fucking.
“You’re not wearing underwear.”
Above us, Vero laughs. “I stole her underwear for when I jack off later. And I filled her with my cum, so she is primed for you.”
“Vero!” Brawley roars, and it’s clear he’s barely hanging on to his patience.
“What?” Vero replies immediately. “I’m just saying.”
“Shut up.”
Clay’s fingers tighten on my hip, pulling my attention back to him.
“You are a fucking problem,” he mutters.
“And yet here you are.”
The dirt wall presses against my cheek, and I shift slightly, trying to ease the pressure on my shoulder where the soil digs into me. Clay doesn’t give me much room to move, his body tight against mine.
“You know why you’re down here?” he asks quietly.
“My guess,” I say, “is terrible impulse control.”
“You fucked with someone I care about.”
I roll my eyes, even though he probably can’t see it. “You might need to be a little more specific.”
“Where would the fun in that be? By the time I am done, you will want me so badly, but I will throw you away like yesterday’s garbage and treat you like the whore you are.”
“Fuck you!” I shout pushing back against him, fighting him now. “Takes one to know one, right?”
“Hold still,” Brawley says suddenly.
“Why?” Vero asks, sounding curious, his chin still perched on the edge of the grave. “I have a free show here.”
“You’re about to learn what happens when you lock me out.”
Vero winks at me, then smiles, and I bite the inside of my cheek. “Why don’t you show me how much of a bad boy I am,” he sasses over his shoulder.
Clay huffs quietly behind me, and a second later Brawley spits.
“Oh, you’re mad, mad,” Vero says with a laugh.
“You swallowed the fucking key,” Brawley growls.
“It’s more fun this way—you can’t drag me away like a caveman.”
“If you wanted your little pet there, it could have been arranged.”
I should say something to Brawley, tell him I’m no one’s fucking pet. But at that moment, Clay sinks his teeth into the side of my neck, and I moan at the delicious pain. Then he releases my flesh and grits out, “I’m going to fuck you and leave you here.”
There is a flaw in his plan—handcuffed to Vero, there’s no way I will stay out here all night.
“You locked me out and you fucked her.” Clearly the big guy is still hung up on that.
“It was good. Her pussy is filled with my cum and now Clay’s cock is about to be coated in me.”
Brawley goes eerily quiet, and Clay’s hand slides out from under my waistband long enough for him to shove my pants down roughly.
The denim catches on my thighs before dropping lower, and as the night air hits my skin, a shiver runs up my spine.
His hand returns to my hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh there briefly before he releases me to cup my pussy.
“You’re soaked,” he mutters.
“Shocking.”
I can’t see his face, but I can feel the moment he clenches his jaw.
Above us, Vero gasps suddenly. “Fuck, Brawley!”
“Shut up.”
“I can’t actually shut up right now.”
Another sound tears out of him, and I glance upwards just enough to see his arm stretched over the edge of the grave and his fingers clawing into the dirt.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he whines.
Clay drags me against him again, snapping my attention onto him. “Focus,” he mutters.
“On what?”
“Me.” His hand disappears, and his breath brushes the edge of my jaw to the subtle sounds of fabric shifting behind me.
Overhead, Vero lets out a breathless laugh.
“You are enjoying this way too much,” Brawley snaps.
Clay presses me harder into the dirt wall, mouth tickling the shell of my ear as he leans in close. “Do you hear how much Vero is enjoying himself?” he whispers.
I don’t answer him before his cock presses against my pussy and he thrusts inside.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and Clay laughs. “This is not for your pleasure.”
His hands grab at my hips and he yanks me backward as he bottoms out. He doesn’t start slow; he fucks me brutally against the dirt wall of the grave. My face smashes into the soil so hard I close my eyes and mouth to avoid having them filled with dirt.
I moan with each thrust as his cock stretches me, and fuck, he is thick. One of his hands leaves my hip, and he snakes it around my neck and squeezes. Not a light little squeeze someone does when making sure they don’t kill you; this is done with no care.
Panic sets in.
My brain separates it from a fun sex kink to: “Oh shit, you’re going to die.” Using my free hand, I try to pry his fingers away, but he only thrusts harder. Spots dance before my eyes, and they flutter closed. In the darkness, I hear him groan his release.
I gasp for breath as I feel cool air on my neck, and it finally trickles down my throat, the black swirls of unconsciousness slowly fading as oxygen returns to my system.
I only realize he has stepped back when my lungs have enough air in them again, and I turn to glare at him, but he simply smirks at me as I use my uncuffed hand to pull my pants up.
“Fuck you,” I snarl.
He takes a few steps toward me, and his arms cage me in, palms pressing flat against the dirt behind me. “Next time leave my name off the fucking list. If you mess with Jess again, I will fucking kill you. That was just a taste of what death feels like.”
He is so close my breasts press against his chest, so I bring my head forward quickly and headbutt him.
“Fuck!” he shouts, pushing himself back, though his arm flies out to catch my neck in a chokehold again. “You think I’m afraid to kill you? Stop fucking pushing me.”
As I fade out, I glimpse a glow behind Clay. Then my eyes close.