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I’ll play with sound to misdirect her. If a career in hockey doesn’t work out, maybe a job scaring people will.

“We can do this all damn night, baby girl,” I tell her. “Everyone else will be more than happy to drink our booze. Didn’t you miss us?”

The breaking of a branch to my right turns our heads before Noor leaps forward to run away.

“Why would I miss assholes like you?” she yells back. “Eat shit!”

“Funny enough, I think her new grandfather may have told me that in Spanish,” Alastair snorts, chasing after her.

“Don’t tackle her!” I call after him. It’s no fun if we squish her. We aren’t small humans, and she very much is.

“I’ll cut her off,” Ci grunts, taking off as well.

I jog at a leisurely pace behind them, waiting to see if she’ll change direction. When she darts away, I grin behind my mask and put on a burst of speed. I’m not the best runner. In fact, I despise it and would rather be on my skates. However, I know my shortcomings and how to handle them.

My arms wrap around her waist, pulling her tightly to my chest and off her feet, smirking as she screams. Removing my mask, I toss it aside as I bury my face in her throat.

“Hey,” I greet her.

“Did you have me kidnapped just to say that to me?” she asks, gasping for air.

“We had nothing to do with Crazy Alexa,” I promise.

Adjusting my grip on her so my hand also grips her wrists, I press my erection against her ass. Fuck, she feels so good. My other hand slides underneath her clothes to squeeze her breast, and I sigh as she whimpers. It feels plumper for some reason. She has curves she didn’t have before, and it looks good on her. It’s more than enough to make my dick pay attention, and I groan as I breathe her in.

I couldn’t smell her earlier, but fuck if I can’t now. Her scent will stay with me forever.

“If you didn’t miss me, why are you arching against me like a cat in heat?” I tease her. “Ouch, shit.”

Noor stomped on my foot with her boots in response. Damn, that hurt.

“Your hand is cold. Let go. You’re not actually going to fuck me, are you?”

“Oh yeah we are,” Alastair says, tossing aside his mask.

He and Ci were silent as they approached us, and Noor startles once she sees them.

“No games,” Ci says, his fingers twisting in the waistband of her sweatpants as he drops to his knees. “No ugly names. I just want you to come on my face, Noor.”

Her soft gasp may as well be a gunshot for how hard it rocks the three of us. We’ve all been horrible to her, and rarely have we used her actual name. We need to show her how sorry we are.

It’s not a lobotomy, but it is a change of heart.

“Am I supposed to say yes because you’re no longer calling me a verb?” she huffs out.

Ci’s impatience wins, and he also tosses off his mask before yanking down her sweatpants, shorts, and panties. She’s wearing a lot of fucking clothes. That needs to change immediately. He unzips her foot out of her boots next, tossing it over his shoulder.

“Ciaran, what are you trying to prove?” she asks, trying to kick him. Thankfully, she can’t because her ankle is still caught in the sweatpants.

Catching her foot, he grins as he releases it and clamps it over his shoulder.

“Exactly what I said. I want your cream dripping from my face,” he says, leaning forward until her pussy is level with his lips. “Be sure to scream my name, baby. Ci will do just fine.”

I have a front row seat as I watch his fingers spread her lower lips wide before he licks up her arousal. In fact…

“Are you wet for us?” I ask, tweaking her nipple before ghosting my free hand down her body. “I think I should check.”

“Or you could eat shit as I suggested before,” Noor mutters, her eyes shuttering as I squeeze her thigh. Only one of her pant legs is still on her legs, but it’s not affecting our access to her soft skin.