We save the rest of the conversation until we’re out on the street, leaving the heavy bass behind. The cool, night air sends a shiver down my spine as we cross the parking lot and climb into the truck. The doors barely snick shut before Stryker’s mouth is on mine, his hand sliding up my inner thigh with a pained groan.
“Fuck, this is torture. Made sense in theory, but watching you all night and knowing I couldn’t touch you?” His tongue sweeps through my mouth as he presses me back into the seat, trailing his fingers over my shorts between my legs. “Seeing the way people lusted after you and knowing you were mine?” He nips at my bottom lip. “Hard not to climb into that cage with you and give them another reason to be envious.”
Bane fires up the truck, clucking his tongue. “Let her get her seat belt on, ‘ya horny bastard. Windows might be tinted, but not the windshield, and we need to keep our cover if we want to pull this off.”
Sighing, Stryker kisses me once more, but leaves his hand on top of my thigh as we drive around looking for somewhere that’s still open for dinner. We wind up at a twenty-four-hour diner, currently half full with teenagers and drunks, for the most part. We get seated at a booth in no time, the plastic on my sticky menu crackling as I open it up.
Mason’s on one side and Bane my other, who’s taken up acting like Stryker and teasing me beneath the table like he can’t seem to help himself. He pretends not to see the look I shoot him, carrying on his languid strokes as he reads over the menu.
It’s impossible to ignore him, and I squirm in my seat while browsing, using the menu to hide my face. “Why do I feel like I’m being punished for something?”
Mason leans in to whisper in my ear, “They’re just feral, voyeuristic heathens. Hard to fault them when we’ve spent all night watching you dance in that get up, reveling in the satisfaction that none of the people pining over you would ever touch you.” Skimming his knuckles over my cheek, he traces a finger over my lips. “I’ll admit, I was worried I was going to be jealous, but turns out, I’m no better than this lot. Best foreplay I’ve ever had.”
“May I take your order?” I jump as the waitress appears out of thin air.
Flustered, I rattle something off at random, appearing suspicious since the guys are much more composed as they give theirs. Within two minutes she’s back with our drinks, flicking her gaze over us and making her own assumptions to gossip about in the back before disappearing, my nervous shifting not helping my case for innocence.
“So, my gorgeous roommate,” Stryker starts, reaching into the small bag he brought with him, missing the mark at subtlety by a mile. “I was out and about today when I saw this and couldn’t stop thinking about how perfect it would look on you.” He dramatically winks, so proud of himself.
Rolling my eyes and chuckling, I let him have it, because there really isn’t anyone around for it to matter much. “Oh?”
When he pulls it out, reaching across Mason to present it to me, my breath hitches in my chest as I look on, speechless. I expected a ring after all of their claims, but this is so much more. Completely silver, the ring is an ouroboros, three thin chains attached to drape over the back of the hand and connecting the bracelet made of two intertwined snakes.
Treating it like it’s made of glass, I lift it reverently from the box. “It’s perfect,” I murmur, tracing a finger over the insane amount of detail. “It must have cost a fortune.”
As Mason helps me fasten it in place, Stryker strums his fingers over the table. “Nah, it was a steal. It’s okay, then? I know it’s not what you might have been anticipa-“
“I love it, almost as much as the three of you.”
Mason’s hands still on my unlatched bracelet, and I freeze as my words catch up to me. Swallowing, I keep my attention on my wrist like a coward, and after a heavy beat of weighted silence, Mason finishes fastening it.
Tilting my chin up with a finger to face him, onyx hair hanging haphazardly and obscuring his bright blue eyes, he holds me captive in his gaze. “Don’t be embarrassed to say it. Fuck, Risa, a part of us has been in love with you since before you first woke up. And once you did?” He clucks his tongue and winks. “All I’m saying is the sex was so good it had me proposing.”
Chuckling, I’m saved from responding as our food arrives. As soon as the waitress leaves, Stryker reaches over to snatch a piece of bacon off of Bane’s plate. “Seriously, babe, no need to be shy.” He takes a massive bite before continuing, muffled, “Hell, if it wasn’t for the fact you three insist on discretion, I’d scream it from the rooftops and fuck you in front of them to make a point.” He finishes it off and grabs his fork, completely missing the looks we’re getting now from a nearby table, Stryker being way too loud with his claims.
Bane doesn’t though, his hand back on my thigh, acting completely innocent and unfazed as he eats. Keeping his voice low, he whispers, “Imagine how much fun it would be to see if you could hide it from them when you come.”
Finishing my bite of toast, I turn to him, a bit surprised he’s being this brazen in public since he’s the most level-headed of any of them. “Don’t you mean if?”
He smirks, dragging out his response while taking another bite. “No, I mean when. I think you underestimate the abuse our instincts went through tonight, gorgeous. While I desperately wish you were riding my dick right now, feeling you come on my fingers is a close second.”
Sliding his hand up my thigh, he slips his fingers under the fabric, brushing against my bare skin. For the next few minutes, he simply toys with me as we continue to eat, working me up and getting me wet. Waiting until I have a bite in my mouth so I stay quiet, he abruptly thrusts two fingers as deeply as the angle allows.
Forcing myself to swallow, I grab a drink and narrow my eyes on his grinning face. My protests die in my throat as he hooks them inside of me, hitting the perfect spot. Raising an eyebrow, he strokes his fingers over it again. “Aren’t you hungry, love? I know I’m starving, and I didn’t work anywhere as hard as you did tonight.”
Eyes on Bane as I take another bite, Mason uses my distraction to slip a hand down my shorts, circling my clit as Bane pumps his fingers faster. It’s a growing challenge not to choke, but anytime I stop, so do they. As I continue to pick at my food, squirming in my seat, heat pools low in my belly. I can’t bring myself to look up from my plate, convincing myself that if I act normal and stay as quiet as possible, no one will spare us a second glance.
Switching hands, Bane rests his elbow on the table, his free hand setting down his fork to reach across his body and slide his fingers in sideways. Mason mirrors the action, the two of them finger fucking me in tandem.
Mentally loosing a litany of curses, rapid breaths hard to conceal, I start to come. Risking a glance up, self-conscious, I meet Stryker’s hungry gaze, not even pretending to touch his food. Curling a hand around Mason’s arm, my nails bite into his skin as I subtly rock against their hands, not breaking eye contact with Stryker despite the heat in my face.
“Was everything alright, then? Need a box?” The waitress materializes out of nowhere, the tunnel vision I’d developed muting my other senses to a dull roar.
Without removing the hand buried between my legs, Bane pops a finger from his free hand into his mouth, sucking it clean. “Delicious. We should definitely come here more often.”
Mason chimes in to ask for the check, and only when she leaves do they pull out. Hastily, I straighten my shorts, flustered and embarrassed. Fidgeting in my seat, three chuckles surround me and I take a swat at Bane’s arm.
“How did I let you talk me into that?” I hiss, shrinking down in my seat, cheeks on fire.
