Page 67 of Anthem of Love and Loathing

“Not really.” He’ll know why soon enough. They all will.

The three men in the seats in front of us are relaxed. Kodiak is talking to Rook. Riot is writing in his lyric book. And Bronx is staring out the window drumming his fingers on the door.

Bronx already knows, but how are the rest going to react when they find out?

“We can make it a date,” he says. “Get a facial and a massage too.”

I relax into him. He smells like warm pepper and cloves. I’ve always found it sexy. “But you have that promo party tonight.”

“Yeah.” He grimaces. He looks like he’s chewing something over before he speaks again, “About what Riot did in there—"

“He’s such an asshole.”

He keeps staring at me. “He left you hanging, didn’t he?”

“You heard that?” I bury my face in my hands. If he did they all probably have an idea of what happened.

“It was cruel... to leave you worked up like that.”

He’s not wrong. “I don’t want to rehash it.”

“Want me to do something about it?” He brushes my hair away from my face. It feels conspiratorial, almost like we’re alone even with all of them there. “Want to get a little payback?”

I rub my thighs together. The way he’s looking at me... the huskiness in his voice... it ignites my need. Leaves me parched. I’m drawn to peep at the back of Riot’s head. He’s immersed in whatever new lyrics he’s writing about me.

Wetting my lips, I nod.

Golden picks up his hoodie and drapes it over both of our laps to provide the pretense of privacy. His gaze glitters as he pulls out a pair of ear buds and hands me one. He pushes the other one into his own ear before resting his hand on my thigh. “Do you think we can be quiet?”

“Yes.”

He does something on his phone and something instrumental and electronic starts. He slides his palm up, creating tingles as he goes.

My skirt bunches around his wrist, and I part my legs to his lengthy fingers. He agilely crooks one and runs it along my panty covered slit.

I swallow an influx of moisture as my insides clench.

Sinking down in the seat, he leans his head against mine. “You smell like fucking sin, Special K. I’ve always wondered what you would taste like. What you’d look like as you come.”

Oh Geez. I stare at the back of the two heads in front of me. Neither of them moves. Between them I catch Kodiak’s gaze. He smiles, but it’s wholesome. He hasn’t caught on either.

Golden strokes that one finger back and forth over my panties, nonchalantly. Slowly. Until I’m practically wheezing with the attempt to keep quiet.

“I warned him...” He curls a finger into the lace and moves it aside. His finger strokes my bare flesh with that same maddening slowness. “He can only push us so far when it comes to you. Tease...” He parts my flesh and slips one digit inside. He thrusts shallowly, but even that has me making fists in his hoodie. I was pent up before, now I’m dying for relief. “Taunt...” He wiggles it in deeper. Draws back. Does it again. “Rub our faces in what we want but he doesn’t want us to have.”

My breath hitches as he leisurely spears me with a second finger. “The way I want to stretch this pussy.”

His fingers grow slick as he pumps them in and out of me. It’s maddeningly good. So good I moan.

I slap a hand over my face. Wince when Riot sits up straight.

Golden stops finger-fucking me but leaves his fingers where they are. A few seconds tick by. Riot doesn’t move, so maybe he doesn’t realize. Kodiak is watching me though. His aqua gaze pinned to me. He’s caught on.

“Looks like you have an audience.” Golden resumes fingering me. “Let him know how much you’re enjoying what I’m doing to your pussy. Better keep it quiet this time though.”

My God. I lock gazes with Kodiak as my hips undulate to Golden’s touch. It’s intense having one man watch me while another fills my pussy with his fingers. All while Riot doesn’t have a fucking clue. Or a say in what is happening.

Golden’s expression is lust-stoned when he touches my cheek to draw my attention back to him. “You are so sexy. Show me how perfect you are when you come.”