His eyes dilate like he knows what I’m thinking about. “Behave, darling.”
“I am,” I argue, even as my eyes drift back to his lips. We haven’t spoken about what happened, but honestly, I don’t think we need to. We both had aggression we needed to get out. Hell, I still hate them…but I’m tired of fighting this need, the need to have them. To feel that power.
I know I’ve told myself before, but I’m not ever getting free, so why not have some fun on the way? They have a way of dragging you into their world and consuming you with it, and I find myself smack dab in the middle…and I’m loving it.
Kenzo leans closer, his finger going to my chin as he leans down, almost pressing his lips to mine. “Feeling needy, darling? ‘Fraid we can’t fight in here…” He licks my lips before moving away and turning my head. I let him, and my eyes clash with Ryder’s cold ones. He’s watching us carefully, his face empty, but below that frost, I see something.
A spark.
One he’s trying to hide. Kenzo doesn’t care, he runs his lips down my neck and across my thrumming pulse. My lips part on a gasp as I try to shift slightly away, but I bump into Garrett so I shift back, and Kenzo presses closer. The room is filled with chatter, laughter, and the clinking of forks on plates, but all I can hear is my own heart as he teases me.
The asshole.
His hand lands on my thigh under the table and strokes upwards along my leg, getting higher and higher as he nips my neck. Eyes still on Ryder, I shift again, trying to ignore my throbbing pussy. Licking along my neck, he starts to nibble on my ear as he parts my thighs and presses his hand to my wet knickers, the dress giving him full access.
“I can feel how wet you are,” he murmurs darkly, his voice hungry. “I bet if I slipped my fingers into your tight little cunt, you would come for me, wouldn’t you?”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I snap, trying to act tough, but as soon as the words leave my lips, I realise what I’ve done.
Laid down a challenge…to a man who thrives on gambling and bets.
Fuck.
Ryder’s lips turn up slightly, like he knows what’s going to happen. Leaning back in his chair, his phone forgotten on the table, he stares at me. No doubt noting the rise and fall of my chest, my parted lips, and the blush staining my cheeks and creeping down my neck. Arm draped across his chair, legs parted, he sits there waiting, like he’s watching the fucking theater.
And I’m the act.
Kenzo pulls away for a moment, and I glance over at him in surprise. He doesn’t seem like the type to back down, but then he’s there, the glint of a blade flashing under the lights before it presses against my knicker-clad pussy. I freeze, barely breathing, and he laughs in my ear.
“They are in the way,” he growls, before he slices them off. I gasp loudly as cool air blows across my wet center.
I watch him tuck the knife and my underwear in his pocket before his hand is stroking up my thigh again. I can’t help it, I part my legs further for him, hitting Garrett’s huge thigh under the table. My gaze jerks up to his to see him peering down at me. He’s angry, as usual, but I also see a deep hunger there.
I want to move away, I should. He doesn’t like me, or women, or to be touched. But he doesn’t shift away, and neither do I. My leg presses along his as his brother’s hand finally covers my heat.
Diesel arrives at the table then, dropping into Kenzo’s seat. “Asshole,” he mutters, and then looks at me, his eyes lighting up when he takes in my state. “Oh, what are we playing, Little Bird?”
“Yes, Little Bird, tell him,” Kenzo mocks in my ear, as he strokes down my slit, up and down, up and down, teasing me.
“I—erm, nothing,” I sputter, as I reach for my water and take a sip, trying to stop myself from pushing into Kenzo’s touch. I’ve just taken a mouthful when he parts my lips and flicks my clit. Choking on the water, I slam the glass down onto the table, and he laughs in my ear as I splutter out the water and wipe my weeping eyes. This motherfucker—
A moan slips from my lips as he does it again before circling it with his thumb and pressing down, rubbing me. He licks my ear as my eyes dart between Diesel’s smirking gaze and Ryder’s cold one. They all watch me. I’m the center of attention as Kenzo plays me perfectly.
His friend could come back at any moment, anyone could look up and spot us. The thought only makes me wetter, and he uses my cream to sink a finger into me. Moaning, I bite down on my lip to stop myself from getting louder as I lean back in the booth, opening myself further to him, letting him sink deeper.
If you can’t beat them, join them.
My eyes close as I rest my head against the booth, just feeling him. He curls his finger inside me, stroking me, his thumb still rubbing maddening circles on my clit until I’m so close. Their eyes on my body and the feel of Kenzo pressed against me is too much.
“Eyes open, darling, see what you do to them,” he murmurs in my ear, and my eyes shoot open.
I look at Diesel first, the crazy bastard, who has his cock out. I groan as I watch him circle his length, uncaring about being in public. His trousers are undone, his eyes on me as Kenzo fingers me.
My mouth waters at the sight of him. He’s thick, so fucking thick, and across his cock is black ink. He got his dick tattooed. It doesn’t even surprise me, nor the piercing at the end—he probably got off on it. Except I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like inside me, that piercing dragging along my walls…
Kenzo adds another finger, making me moan loudly as I unashamedly tilt my hips to meet the thrust of his hand. “Look at my brother, see his eyes? They’re on fire, melting for you. He tries to fight it, hates that he can’t control you or his reaction to you, but look.”
I follow his bidding and gaze at Ryder. I meet his eyes first, and see what Kenzo is talking about—they are melting. A fire wars with ice there as his face tightens. Running my eyes across his body, I note his chest is heaving slightly, his hands are clenched into fists on his thighs, and his trousers are…stretched across his hard cock.
He wants me.
It shocks me, and I groan loudly as Kenzo speeds up his fingers, fucking me for real now. I lose myself in it, in the pleasure coursing through me at being watched, and being in the middle of all these powerful men and making them weak. Putty.
Raising my hips, I shamelessly ride his fingers, chasing release as he whispers dirty words in my ear. He bites on my earlobe. “I bet if you reach over between Garrett’s legs, you’ll find him hard too.”
Swallowing, I glance over at the big guy, who’s trying his hardest not to look at me. His face is locked in a scowl, his body tight and leaning away like he can’t bear to touch me anymore. His hands…they are balled into fists, the tattoos stretching across his scarred skin, but they are shaking slightly.
My gaze slides down his wide chest to his lap, which I can spot just below the table. Kenzo is right. He’s hard.