Eventually, we reach the small town where we’ve planned to stay for the night.
Gage spots a sign off the highway for a diner, and he pulls off on the exit. River slowly starts waking up, shifting and groaning as she moves to sit upright, rubbing at her eyes.
“How long was I out?” she asks.
“Couple hours,” I tell her. “You didn’t miss much, unless you like billboards for adult superstores.”
“Oh, darn,” she replies, her voice somehow raspy with sleep and completely deadpan at the same time. “I can’t believe I missed that.”
I snort with amusement, and Gage pulls into the diner.
It’s a fucking revelation to pile out of the car and stretch our legs. There were a few stops to pee at rest areas and gas stations when we needed to top the car off, but there was always the looming thought that we were going to have to get right back in the car when we were done. Now at least we have a longer break ahead of us, and the promise of sleeping for the night soon.
“I’m fucking starving,” Knox says, stretching his arms overhead and cracking his back in multiple places.
“You had six bags of chips three hours ago,” Priest counters, closing his car door once River has scooted out.
“That’s not food,” Knox insists. “That’s like. Salty cardboard. It’s fluff. Distracts you from being hungry long enough that when you finally get a whiff of real food, you realize how damn hungry you are.”
No one argues with him, half because I think we all realize he has a point with that. Instead we troop into the diner and I flash a smile at the harried looking waitress who tells us, “Sit anywhere, and I’ll be right there.”
We move to settle into a booth, and River ends up on my side between me and Knox. Knox immediately dives into the menu, muttering about putting chili on a burger, but I can’t stop looking at River.
She looks so comfortable sitting there, hair tucked behind one ear and the sleeves of her hoodie pushed up. Her eyes scan the menu, but I know she knows I’m looking at her. She’s observant like that. Clearly she just doesn’t mind.
A few minutes go by and the waitress comes over. She wears what I recognize as a customer service smile, her lips curving upward but the rest of her expression remaining blank and bored. “Hi, I’m Kathy, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight. What can I get for you? Drinks to start? Or are you ready to put it all in?”
“I’m ready,” Knox says immediately.
We all roll our eyes at that.
“Yeah. We’re ready,” Gage confirms.
We put our orders in one by one, and Kathy writes them down quickly. She snaps her little notepad closed when we finish and hurries off to put the orders in.
As soon as she’s gone, my attention snaps back to River. I’m still turned on from her having put her head in my lap in the car, and I can feel the arousal beating through me, making me want to touch her. So I just go with it.
I slide my hand over her thigh under the table, moving upward to brush her pussy through her pants.
She shivers at the touch, and when she glances over at me, I grin at her, licking my lips. With practiced ease, I unzip her pants and push the denim out of the way enough that I can have enough access to what I want.
I work my hand into her panties, letting my nimble fingers find her clit and tease it lightly.
River sucks in a sharp breath, and that catches everyone else’s attention. They’re attuned enough to her by now that they notice her reaction, and that makes me smile even more. Good. I want them to know what’s happening here.
I lean in closer, so I can put my lips right against her ear.
“You like this, don’t you?” I whisper to her. “Getting touched in a public place. All the other Kings watching you, knowing you’re getting so wet from having your clit rubbed.”
She bites her lip, trying hard not to react, but it’s clear she’s having a hard time keeping a straight face.
“They already know,” I whisper. “They know you’re a pretty little slut who can’t help getting turned on. They know you’d love it if we bent you over this table and took you right here and now.”
A soft little whimper spills from her lips, and I smirk, pleased at that reaction.
I keep working her up, dipping my fingers into her pussy, pressing the heel of my hand against her clit to give her something to grind against if she wants to. And I know she wants to.
“Let them see,” I tell her. “Let them see how much you want it, killer.”
Knox is on her other side, and out of the corner of my eye, I can see his hand slide down River’s back. After a second or two, she jerks, arching into my hand. She barely bites her lip in time to stifle the soft moan that wants to come out, and I can guess what just happened. Knox is fingering her asshole.
River tries to glare at us, but there’s no heat behind it. We’ve all seen her angry before, and now she just looks horny and desperate.
I shoot her my winning smile in return.
Between the two of us, we have her squirming in her seat in no time. I wonder how good it feels to be in her position. Fingers probing her most delicate places, the heavy gazes of Gage and Priest from across the table, locked onto her, knowing exactly what’s going on here. The threat of the waitress coming back or someone else in the diner figuring out what we’re doing. There’s a lot going on, and judging from the heated flush on River’s cheeks, she’s into all of it.
That just makes the heat beat through me even more, and as much as I love teasing her and working her up like this, I want more. I want her to come for us.
So we keep touching her. I circle her clit lightly with one finger, teasing her, making her arch her hips to try to get more sensation, then I plunge my fingers back into her pussy, fucking her with them with as much leverage as I can get.
Knox keeps his hand moving too, and River works herself back and forth, squirming on the fake leather seat of the booth.
Her breathing comes faster and faster, and I can tell she’s getting close. She’s trying to be subtle about it, but I know the signs, and she’s right there on the edge already.
Before we can decide whether or not to push her over that edge, Kathy comes back with our food, so Knox and I both stop for a second. River makes a visible effort to pull herself together, but she’s flushed and there’s a light sheen of sweat on her face, making flyaway hairs stick to her forehead.
The waitress gives us a funny look as she drops the food in front of us, then leaves, off to deal with a table of demanding customers.
As soon as she’s gone, I push my fingers as deep as they can go into River’s pussy.
“You think she could tell?” I ask her, murmuring into her ear again. “You think she knew that you’re just inches away from coming in your pants right here in this booth? That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want us to make you come so hard you forget how to breathe for a second. Right here in this shitty little diner off the highway.”