She darted behind another tree, then reversed directions and sped past Destin. His fingers brushed her arm, catching her breath in her throat. She dashed out from under the trees, then darted to the left and headed for a slight drop in the ground. Without slowing down, she launched herself over the small rise and into the air.
The gulley wasn’t much, and thankfully, didn’t have any water in it. When she hit the ground, her body shuddered at the impact, but that didn’t stop her. She scrambled up the other side and sprang to her feet. Pausing, she saw the men hesitate at the edge of the rise, then jump into it.
“Can’t catch me, huh?” Sticking out her tongue as she’d done when her friends had played cat and mouse as a child, she whirled and took off again.
She’d just reversed direction and had made it back to the grove of trees and the horses when arms made of steel wrapped around her waist and hoisted her into the air.
“Let me go!”
“Not a chance.” Destin threw his body down on top of the blanket and took her along with him. He straddled her, putting his torso over her and wrestling her arms above her head.
The heat flared between her legs as she struggled. But Destin was too strong for her.
“I’ve got her arms.” Paul took her wrists in one of his large hands.
“We want you and we want it now.” Destin slid his hand over her cheek then along her collarbone. “Let’s see what you’ve got to offer.”
The sound of her shirt tearing away threw her. Now she knew why they’d asked her to wear old clothes. She struggled, but he had her pinned to the ground.
“Get off me, pervert.”
Paul leaned over her so that she had to stare straight into his face. “Are you saying red, baby?”
Her breasts heaved, the hardness of her nipples pushing at the thin material of her bra. “Fuck, no!” Wasn’t she supposed to play the part convincingly?
But Destin must not have been convinced. In his confusion, she managed to twist her body around and toss him off her. Paul loosened his grip on her long enough for her to get away. But she didn’t get very far.
In the next moment, she was sent rolling when Paul tackled her from behind. She somehow managed to get onto her hands and knees, but soon ended flat on her back again.
She kicked out, landing a blow against Destin’s shin, then stopped, horrified, when she heard his moan. “Oh, shit. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“Don’t talk, woman.” Destin took hold of her jeans and yanked them over her hips. He fell backward, tugging her shoes off along with the jeans.
“Hold her, man.”
“No problem.” Paul whipped out a strip of wide cord that was lined with soft fur, then much like a cowboy tying a calf, he circled it around her wrists until her hands were bound together.
Her heart pounded, picking up an irregular rhythm. She’d longed to play like this. Yet another part of her, the part that kept the hardness of life buried, rose to the surface.
These are my men. They won’t hurt me.
Paul pulled her to him, putting her on his lap and enclosing her in his arms. She fought again to get free, all while enjoying the hardness of his solid chest against her back. Another quick move and he tore her bra away.
She was getting hot, not only from the heat of the day, but from the way the men explored her body, cupping her breasts, sliding their fingers over her nipples and between her legs.
Destin stood and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. He shoved them to his ankles and his erect, slightly curved cock came free, pointing at her.
Her breathing lifted her breasts in heaves, and her pulse surged in her ears. When Destin went to his knees, then grabbed her legs and spread them wide, pushing at her knees to hold them in place, she let out a yell. Lust made a strange mix with a spark of alarm as his cock teased the opening of her pussy.
“You’re so fucking hot,” whispered Paul against her ear. “I want to watch my brother fuck you.”
Destin’s jaw was tense, the muscle twitching as he lifted his gaze from her pussy to her face. “I’m going to eat you out. Then I’m going to fuck you until you cry for mercy.”
He lowered his head, then put it at her pussy and pressed his face against her. She cried out again as he took her clit between his teeth and bit down. Throwing back her head, she stared at the leaves above her.
The sounds of Destin sucking her juices sent her spiraling above them. She no longer fought them, instead widening her legs for him. Paul played with her nipples as she dropped her arms, squeezing her breasts between them.
“Damn, but that’s fucking amazing. Eat her, man.”
Destin’s head bobbed up and down as he raked his tongue over her clit, then drove it into her pussy. He held her pussy lips back then sucked on her clit and used two fingers to pump into her.