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ever. Despite his recent release, he wanted more. This time he wanted to watch her swollen, pink folds part around his hardened flesh and feel that creamy cunt swallow him whole.
    “You’re not even listening to me!” And Davis probably still wouldn’t be if Lacie hadn’t jerked out of his hold. “I swear it’s like the two of you only have one thing on your minds.”
    With that huff, she stormed off, muttering something about flowers. Davis couldn’t make heads or tails of her complaints. Not that he put much thought into it. It was hard to concentrate when she sashayed that fine ass with an indignant bounce. Tilting his head, he could feel the drool starting to collect in his mouth as his eyes went dry from staring.
    “You know, I think that ass needs a paddling.”
    Davis heard that and glanced up to share Chance’s grin. “Yeah? We’ll have to come up with a reason.”
    “We have ample reasons, one starting with the initials TJ.”
    “Oh, the hottie .” Davis rolled his eyes before casting Chance a quick frown. “I don’t think you can do that, man. She’ll get pissed. Better to go for no reason than a reason she can argue.”
    “Works for me,” Chance accepted without hesitation. His easygoing attitude slipped a second later as he stiffened up. “Hey, baby? What you doing?”
    “Putting clothes on,” Lacie shot back, obnoxiously stating the obvious.
    “There isn’t any need for them.” Chance rushed forward to grab the shirt Lacie dug out of the storage box in the back of his pickup.
    Lacie didn’t release her end of the black tee, and they ended up in a tug-of-war over the garment. Davis watched, amused as the two of them yelled at each other. Moving forward, he settled the argument for them by ripping the shirt out of both their hands and tossing it over his shoulder into the pond.
    At Lacie’s shocked squeal, Davis shrugged. “Sorry. That was an accident.”
    “Don’t be a smart-ass,” Lacie snapped. “I needed that shirt.”
    “Not really,” Chance disagreed, snapping the lid closed on the storage box. “Best get used to being naked, baby, because we plan on keeping you that way for a long while.”
    “Yeah?” Lacie glanced pointedly around at the empty hillsides. “And what about your buddies? Maybe you guys don’t mind strutting around in your birthday suits, but I’m not into giving your friends a cheap thrill.”
    “They aren’t looking,” Davis assured her. “They’re just keeping watch over the perimeter.”
    “What? So I don’t escape?” Lacie snickered. “Not that confident you’d win, huh? What? Why do the two of you look so serious?”
    Because despite the flippancy of her question, the answer was nothing to joke about. They had to tell her. They’d put it off to handle more pressing matters, but now Lacie needed to understand how grave the threat against her was. Sharing a look with Chance, Davis got the nod.
    “Lacie—”
    “No.” She waved away his words before Davis could speak them. “I know that ‘we need to talk’ look. It’s never a good talk either.”
    “We need to talk.”
    “No.” Lacie dug in her heels when he latched on to her wrist and tried to escort her to the back of the truck. “I don’t want to.”
    “Come on, Lacie.” Chance assisted with a hand on her back, pushing her forward. “We have to explain some things to you.”
    “See? You called me Lacie and not baby.” She pinned Chance with a hard look. “And didn’t make any lewd comments about my moment being up. That means this is going to be bad.”
    “It is.” Chance didn’t offer her any solace with his instant agreement. Instead, he took her elbow, keeping her captive while Davis lowered the tailgate.
    “But I’m all glowing,” Lacie complained. “You can’t ruin the glow.”
    “We’ll make sure you get it back,” Davis assured her and patted the tailgate in a clear signal to sit.
    “Fine,” Lacie gave in with ill grace. “We’ll talk, but if at