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“Yes.”
My edge is minutes away, and I could play here all night. From the crowd, uptight lips smile my way. They all do this behind closed doors, but I’m doing it in front of them, my arousal glazing from my fingers to my palm. It’s not in me to follow the rules. I do what I have to. Usually, it’s for others, but this is for me. I need this pleasure. I need to be free.
Silas leans even closer, whispering in my ear. “I bet your pussy tastes like champagne. I bet you suck a cock like heaven until a man sees stars. I bet you fuck like dirty sin, begging for more, and I bet when you come, you moan like a naughty angel who can’t be satisfied.”
Who is this perfect devil, and where has he been hiding this whole time?
I can’t speak. My thighs go liquid, and I can’t be stopped. Silas won’t let me. And when my sex-dazed eyes focus through the crowd, I see him. Redix is staring my way. His eyes won’t move because of the look in mine; he knows what I’m doing. He knows what I look like before I come.
He taught me how.
There’s no anger in his eyes. Or jealousy. I know his desire, too. I was the first to touch it. To taste it. To feel it drip from me. We’re captive to this lust. I’m the jailer, and he and Silas are prisoners to my show, and they’re not looking away.
The fire in Redix’s eyes. The steam in Silas’s words. My pussy opens for both.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper. Cum coats my hand, and I’m looking straight at one man while another is beside me, touching me, and I want more, but this is enough for now.
“That’s it.” Silas opens my thigh wider. “It’s your pussy. Take it.” He unleashes me, making me pump harder. His lips ghost my ear. “You’re making my cock hard as hell for you, Cade.” His fingers are inches from my steaming sex. “I can hear you fucking your wet pussy like I want to. So I’m gonna go in the men’s room, close my eyes, and jerk my cock off, imagining fucking you right here on this table for all to watch.”
Redix’s lips part. Silas’s words unleash. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? For everyone to watch us?” He nips my earlobe. “For him to watch us.”
“Yes.” I come. “Oh.” So hard. “Oh.” Tiny noises leave my throat while I fight to hold my body still. Only my eyes reveal my quaking release while I come, clenching over my hand for these two men to witness. “Oh.” I can’t even slam my guilty eyes shut to that fantasy—these two men.
“Happy Birthday, Cade.” Silas finishes his drink before staring back at me. “Who do you belong to?”
“Me.” I huff.
“Damn right, sugar.” He reaches for my messy hand. “Now put your cum on my palm so I can stroke it over my cock and moan your name while I come to your sweet smell.”
My God, he won’t stop being dirty and free, and I love it. I need it. I wipe my hand over his under the table while he charms, “Finish your drink, and I’ll be back with another.”
I watch him leave. His navy jacket can almost hide the bulge in his pants, but he’s moving fast through the crowd, darting right past his parents. The sea of people moves, and Redix disappears behind the waves of formal wear.
I’m still recovering my breath when a giggle escapes my lips. Did I just do that? Wiping my hand clean on a linen napkin, I grin; yes, I did.
And damn, I feel hella good.
Maybe Silas is onto something.
My whole life, I’ve been the Sheriff’s daughter. Or the disgraced cop’s kid. Or Redix Dean’s best friend turned girlfriend turned model woman. Then, I became obsessed with three more men, and revenge against them defined me.
And I don’t know how to stop being that woman for everyone else. But I know where to start.
It’s time I just do me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Moth To A Flame by The Weeknd
This is easy.
I’m a pro at masking my desire in public. At holding an apathetic face while I want to pound my dick into flesh, mine or someone else’s.
And damn.
Watching Cade come was like watching shooting stars. One after another, and you can’t believe the wonder.
Maybe I shouldn’t be so stubborn. Maybe I should fall for her all the way, even if she’ll always love another man. Because I care for her. Because I know what her favorite fishing lure is. Because I know she hates “American Piss Beer,” as she calls it. And because when she lets me hold her, I’m not an heir or a disgrace.
