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“No.” Okay, so maybe I have a few things I don’t want to reveal our first night. “Steph is my only real friend.” I freeze, a fry suspended midair when I feel Logan’s fingers tracing my thigh. Back and forth, back and forth.
“No boyfriend?” Las grumbles.
I clear my throat as Logan teases me, gliding high. “No boyfriend.” If my ex could see me now. He complained all the time that we didn’t have sex enough and that I was cold. He was the problem. Maybe if he stroked my leg as Logan is, or if he looked at me like Lucas is, or if he was a comforting presence as Las is—if only.
“Did you know that shifters have excellent smell?” Lucas asks.
I have to shake my head to clear it when I feel the tap of Logan's fingers crawling over my knee, drawing my long skirt up my legs. “Smell?” Las turns his body to shield anyone looking our way. I am invisible from prying eyes.
“Yes, smell.” Lucas leans on his forearms, getting as close as he can. “It’s one of our gifts. We can smell scents from miles away. Especially scents that are in the room.” My skirt is now just below my panties, and Logan runs his fingers up the exposed skin of my inner thigh. “All of our senses are enhanced. The coffee they have in the cart is old. It’s been there all day.” Las’s palm slides to the back of my neck, and his hot breath ghosts over my ear. “There is a lady wearing the most offensive-smelling perfume on the other side of the restaurant.”
Logan pulls on my thigh, his fingers between it and the seat, and I let him widen my legs. Lucas continues, “The waitress is fond of strawberry shampoo, and it still clings to her hair even though she has been here all day.” Logan’s knuckles lightly slide over my underwear.
“Fuck,” I groan. My hand drops heavily onto the table.
“Hold still,” Logan instructs. “Do not make a sound.”
“Do you like my brother’s hand there?” Lucas asks.
“Yes,” I whisper. I make a fist, my nails digging into my palm.
“Do you want more?” Logan asks.
“Fuck, yes,” I sigh.
Logan’s finger slides under the elastic, and I try to hold in the whimper. “We don’t need anything else right now,” Lucas shouts, and I jerk. “We’ll let you know.” He turns back to us. “I could smell her sweet-smelling hair coming.”
Logan’s thumb hits my clit, and I bite my lip. “We would never let anyone see what I am doing to you,” he assures me, but I can’t help the layer of excitement it adds to sitting in a room full of people.
“How does she feel, brother?” Las asks, flexing his hand.
“Hot.” He stretches the material, and his hand disappears. “Wet.” He slides a finger inside me. “Tight.” He thrusts.
My head drops, letting Las’s hand support me. Logan adds a finger.
“The best thing about our sense of smell is we all know how wet you are for us,” Lucas whispers.
My eyes close as Logan speeds up. Las reaches down, grasps my other knee, and drapes it over his leg. I’m open wide, giving Logan more room. “Please,” I whimper.
“Do you want to come?” Logan asks.
“Yes.” I suck his fingers deep.
“When you come, give Las your mouth,” Logan demands.
“Fuck,” Lucas growls, his eyes blazing.
I forget everything but the three men that are looking at me as if I am the only thing in their world and the fingers that are dragging over and over and over again inside me.
The pull in my stomach expands, building and building until I have no choice but to give in to it. I desperately turn my head towards Las, offering my mouth. He moves quickly to catch my offering, kissing me deep. He swallows my moans.
Tremors course over my skin and deep in my core. Logan slows his hand but keeps his fingers inside me, gliding slowly for a moment. Las pulls back slowly.
I’m breathing heavily while Las pulls down my skirt as Logan removes his hand, patting my pussy before sitting back.
I blink when the waitress stops at the edge of the table. “How was everything?” she asks, smiling.
I switch my dazed gaze to Logan as he sucks his thumb. “The best I’ve ever tasted. Don’t you think, Sugar?” He holds his finger to my mouth, daring me.
