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“Don’t worry, Bailey,” Anna assured me as she glared daggers at the retreating girl's back. “She’ll pay for that soon enough. I won’t let her get away with disrespecting Matty’s sister like that. Especially since she doesn’t have room to talk, considering she trades favors with the farm hands so that she doesn’t have to work around here.”
We went inside to finalize all of our trades before dinner. And when we were done, I looked at the ten-pound sacks of flour like they were solid gold. I could already taste the buttery, fluffy biscuits that Pike would make with it. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long until I had a biscuit on my plate. Susan had made a roast with mashed potatoes, green beans, and biscuits.
“This smells delicious, Susan,” Caleb said appreciatively.
“Thank you. It’s nice to have company to feed. I do hope we can do this more often,” she replied.
I was sitting between Ethan and Pike at one end of the table, happily eating my food, when Ethan’s hand slid onto my thigh, making me freeze. I looked at him, but he was staring straight ahead, talking to Matty, sitting halfway around the table.
I took another tentative bite of my beef, and Ethan’s hand slid up my thigh under my dress. When I stopped to look at him again, so did his hand. Shifting slightly in my seat, I crossed my legs to block his access before he got too naughty.
Pike’s hand slid onto my opposite thigh and squeezed in warning before pulling my legs back apart. He leaned over until his lips brushed against my ear. “You already used your get-out-of-jail-free card today, remember?” he breathed.
My eyes widened as I realized what he meant and that I would have to endure this. I narrowed my eyes to glare at them, but they didn’t look at me. Their smirks said it all. They had planned this back at the house and maneuvered me when we had taken our seats so I was sandwiched between them.
I waited for Ethan’s hand to continue, but it didn’t. Finally, I began to eat again, and this time my fork fell out of my hand and clattered against the plate as his hand shot up and made contact with my clit.
“Sorry,” I squeaked, turning bright red.
Ethan and Pike were both hiding their smiles behind their hands. I saw Caleb and Gray on either side of them peek at me and notice Ethan’s hand. Both started laughing as Gray leaned over to whisper in Boone’s ear. Boone looked at me in surprise and then smiled with amusement as the three began to guide the conversation away from any attention on me—dirty rat bastards.
Matty watched me with narrowed eyes, and I tried to look as normal as possible while I grabbed my fork and began to bring the food to my mouth again. I quickly caught on when Ethan began to stroke between my legs, that he would only move when I was eating, which made eating normally a challenge. Even so, I found my legs spreading wider on their own accord to give him better access.
Ethan hummed in his throat approvingly as he slipped his finger inside me, teasing my entrance slowly. My eyes closed as soon as Boone moved Matty’s attention to himself. Ethan’s hand moved away from me, and my eyes popped open as he turned toward me, and his other hand slid up my thigh.
“Keep eating, Bails,” he said softly before starting a conversation with Pike about the fucking greenhouse as if he didn’t just slide two fingers inside me. I stabbed a green bean and started nibbling on it as he continued to work me closer to an orgasm at the fucking dinner table. I tuned all conversation out as I focused on my green bean and not moaning.
Pike also turned toward me under the pretense of talking to Ethan and began to play with the back of my neck, making me start to squirm. They continued to talk over me like nothing was happening, and I had to give credit where credit was due. They were far better at this than me. I didn’t know how the other end of the table didn’t catch on to what they were doing, though Matty kept looking at me suspiciously.
When Ethan’s thumb started to circle my clit I couldn’t stand it anymore and shot to my feet, causing the table to shake as I bumped it. “Umm, excuse me,” I stammered breathlessly, “I have to go to the restroom.”
As I rushed from the dining room, I heard Ethan say he would check on me. I barely had the bathroom door closed when it opened again as Ethan joined me.
“Ethan, you can’t—”
He cut me off by sealing his lips over mine and thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he turned and pushed me against the door. He kicked my feet apart as his hand returned to my core and picked up where he had left off.
“Someone is going to hear us,” I hissed as his lips traveled across my jar and to my neck.
“I’ll keep you quiet, Bails,” he promised as he added a second finger, “but this is happening. Rules are rules, and you’ll be my good girl, right?”
“Fuck,” I whined. His fingers stopped moving, and he leaned back to look into my eyes, waiting for my consent. “Yes,” I breathed, throwing caution to the wind.
His lips covered mine again as he doubled down on his efforts to make me come, his fingers playing my body like a fiddle. He swallowed my moans greedily as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. I didn’t expect the orgasm as I crested, and my eyes popped open in surprise to find him watching me as I tried to keep from screaming. This was the first time in my life that I didn’t freeze up and have to fight through the mental block.
When my orgasm ran its course, Ethan let my dress fall back into place as he gave me several more soft kisses and then rested his forehead against mine. "I'm so fucking proud of you, Bails," he said softly. "Do you realize what you just did?"
"I did it," I said with wonder. "I actually did it."
"Yes, you did. I knew you could. I didn't expect it to happen so soon, but thank you. Thank you for trusting me like that."
He held me closely for several minutes before I spoke again. "Is it silly that I feel like I have a superpower now?"
He chuckled and then kissed my forehead. "Not at all. You should feel powerful. You took back control of your body. That's a big deal." He poked around in the cabinets until he found a washcloth and wet it under the faucet before bending down to clean between my legs. When he was done, he softly kissed my mound before standing and tossing the washcloth into the hamper. "Come on. We should get back before Matty comes looking for you. I'm pretty sure he's onto us."
I groaned as I accepted his outstretched hand and followed him out of the bathroom. "Oh, God, I hope not." When we returned to the dining room, the rest of my guys were grinning at me, and Matty looked at me head to toe calculatingly.
"Oh, good! You're back just in time," Henry said when he saw us. "We were just starting to discuss the zombies in the school."
