“I have a few classes every day,” he continues, oblivious to the turmoil of my thoughts. “But I took an extended absence when I met Emily.” His hand squeezes on my thigh, emphasizing his thoughts. Slowly, maintaining that cocksure smile on his full lips, he pushes the dress up until he’s able to touch the edge of my panties.
“So you guys are…dating?” Colton makes a face, as if that word physically pains him, and I swear Ray is going to vomit on his pizza.
“Did you hear the husband and wife thing?” Sin drawls, annoyed. He downs his glass of bourbon before immediately pouring himself another.
“We’re not married,” I protest immediately, knowing an argument would brew if he’s able to convince my brothers otherwise.
The look Sin levels at me is dark and dangerous, like a hunter that has finally found its prey and is preparing to eat it whole. “You’re mine,” he vows, no hint of teasing in his voice. “Don’t you ever forget that.”
Oh yeah. Now, my brothers are definitely concerned. I wouldn’t be surprised if they grab the shotgun and shoot—
I release a muffled squeal, barely contained with my hand, when Desmond pulls away my panties and begins to rub circles against my clit.
“Are you okay?” Henry asks instantly, breaking the staring match he had with Sin. Avery is quick to pull the twins into a conversation about the upcoming football game, so that just leaves my eldest brother to deal with.
“Fine,” I gasp, taking a sip of my water to hide my reaction. I’m sure my cheeks are on fire as well. “So, are you guys still dating that one girl?”
Desmond’s fingers leisurely rub back and forth across my slit before he adds a second finger. He begins to scissor them in my tight channel as my hand holding the water glass shakes. Instinctively, I place my free hand on Tate’s thigh and hold on for dear fucking life. He stares at the offending limb with distaste before reluctantly lowering his fingers to my wrist and rubbing circles into the skin there.
“Yeah.” Am I mistaken, or is Henry blushing? In all the years I’ve known him, I can’t recall one time I’d ever seen him blush. He’s the more analytical of my brothers, always thinking with his head instead of his head, if you know what I mean. He’s never seemed particularly interested in women, or people in general. For the longest time, I assumed he was gay.
“That’s…” I practically choke on my next sip of water when Desmond presses his entire palm against my aching entrance, the friction causing me to squirm. I can feel myself reaching the precipice, and I bite my lip to contain my moan. “That’s amazing. When do I get to meet the lucky woman?”
Desmond’s tempo increases, his fingers punishing my pussy, and I grip the table as white dots dance across my vision. My orgasm pulses through me like a tsunami, the wave carrying me farther and farther away from shore. All I can do is hold my breath and pray that I’ll survive it.
“Are you okay?” Henry asks, concerned, and his question garners the attention of all the other men at the table. Helio and Avery both have knowing glints in their eyes, while Sin appears put out. When he catches my stare, he offers me a petulant frown, as if pissed that he wasn’t allowed to join in on our illicit activities.
“The pizza went down the wrong pipe,” I wheeze as I take another sip of water, hoping to quell the burning sensation rushing through my body.
Desmond, still maintaining his nonchalant smile, removes his hand from my center, rearranges my panties, and then pulls my dress down to my thighs.
“Are you thirsty, Tate?” he inquires suddenly. Before my brooding lover can reply, Desmond grabs his glass and fills it with bourbon. I can’t help but notice that his fingers—the ones just inside of me—purposefully brush across the rim of the glass, coating it in my arousal.
Tate accepts the glass impassively, but one glance at his crotch confirms he’s not as unaffected as he pretends to be. There’s a distinct bulge in his trousers, one I ache to place my lips around.
Meeting Desmond’s mischievous gaze with an annoyed one of his own, Tate brings the drink to his mouth and slowly, sensually, takes a sip. His tongue licks the side of the glass, tasting me on it, and his eyes practically roll into the back of his head before he can conceal his reaction.
“Somebody loves their alcohol,” Colton murmurs to Ray from across the table, and my cheeks instantly burn.
“I-I’m going to…um…go to the bathroom,” I stutter out, pushing away from the table.
“Hurry back!” Desmond calls to my retreating back as I break into a run.
Fuck him and his magical fingers. And fuck my vagina too for being a shameless hussy. She really has no self-respect.
In the bathroom, I use an entire wad of toilet paper to clean my thighs and pussy lips. It’s a miracle none of my brothers saw the liquid dripping down my thighs. Talk about mortifying. God or no god, my brothers would find a way to kill Desmond and all of the other men at the table. They might spare Avery, but that’s only because the four have history. But that doesn’t mean Aves won’t lose a limb in the process.
I wash my hands in the sink and take a deep, fortifying breath.
Only when I’m sure I have my emotions under control, do I leave the bathroom.
The hallway is filled entirely with framed pictures nailed to the wall, and I take a moment to survey each one. There’s one of my father and mother, both of them smiling brightly. And there’s another of my father holding a baby Colton. A few of all three of my brothers throughout the years—smiling, laughing, playing.
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