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“For both of you to make me.”
I feel his lips curve up on my skin before he says, “You don’t know better than to challenge me by now?”
His fingers leave my clit, and my eyes widen as he slides from his seat. He can’t possibly mean to…He does. He settles between my thighs, smirking up at my shocked expressions as he moves the fabric of my dress aside. I can see Jeremiah’s fingers still sliding in and out of me, along with hearing them move through my wetness. But they leave me, as his mouth releases my nipple, and he brings his mouth to mine. Right in time too, because his kiss muffles the moan that I’m sure everyone would have heard when Ezekiel thrusts his tongue into me. My thighs clench to the sides of his head and I don’t give a damn about what he said before. I move, circling my hips, desperate for more, desperate for the orgasm that’s just out of reach.
Jeremiah’s tongue circles mine as his hand slips down to my breast, rubbing my wet nipple in circles as his brother devours me. I was worried about my sounds, but it’s Ezekiel’s I think everyone might hear now as he groans against me. His hands wrap around my thighs, tearing them from the sides of his head and widening them. I whimper into Jeremiah’s mouth and he wretches his mouth away from mine, putting his mouth to my ear.
“I think you want the waiter to find us like this,” he says huskily. “Ezekiel between your thighs, my hand down your dress, and you writhing between us.”
I shake my head, although…I’m not so sure anymore if I would even truly mind. It turns me on even more to hear Jeremiah talking like this. It’s usually Ezekiel with the dirty words, but hearing them from Jeremiah makes a new rush of desire flow through me. All thoughts of words flee my mind though, when Ezekiel licks through my lips. A loud moan tries to leave me, but it gets cut off by Jeremiah’s hand covering my mouth.
“Come for us,” he whispers, enticing and pleading.
Then, his lips move to my neck, sucking where my pulse races into his mouth. Ezekiel sucks my clit into his mouth at the same time, and it has me falling apart between them. Jeremiah’s hand barely contains my gasps as I come, arching into Jeremiah’s hand at my breast and Ezekiel’s lips around my clit.
“Will you make these same sounds for us later?” Jeremiah asks, licking circles into my skin.
Just the promise of all this happening again, and more, has me releasing a shuddering breath as I nod. Ezekiel gives me one last, long lick before grinning up at me from under the table. Jeremiah fixes my dress as Ezekiel stands and gets back into his seat. And not a moment too soon, because right as Jeremiah sits back, the curtain parts and the waiter enters, a plate in hand.
His brows furrow when he glances at me, and I picture how I must look. Slouched in my chair, my dress still in some sort of disarray I’m sure, and my lips red and swollen from kissing the two men on either side of me, but he doesn’t say anything about my appearance as he places the plate on the table before me. My hand is still shaking when I reach for one of the three small forks beside the cake.
“Aren’t you going to eat some, too?” I ask when neither of them reaches for a fork.
“Yeah, but you eat the biggest portion,” Ezekiel says. “You’ll need your energy for when we get back to the room.”
Before I can even say anything, Jeremiah chuckles. “Room? I think you mean the limo. We’re not making it home without fucking her on the way.”
Oh. My. God.
Suddenly, all I want is to be done with this cake, so we can leave.
Chapter 10
"You do realize that's going to have you dying to pee in about five minutes flat, right?" Ezekiel asks, turning in the front seat to hand me my drink.
I take the thirty-ounce slushy and wave away his concern. "This is not my first rodeo. And how can you pass up when a drive thru place has a drink this big for two dollars?"
"Yeah, because it's probably ninety percent sugar." Jeremiah chuckles.
"I'll take it. Maybe one of you will lick the syrup off my lips later."
"I seem to remember a time when you accused me of making everything sound sexual," Ezekiel says.
"Well, that was when I was still irritated by your very presence."
Ezekiel barks out a laugh. "Oh, my presence never irritated you. It aroused you and you hated it. Every time you looked at either of us, you'd start breathing faster, and that pretty flush would creep up your skin. Even narrowing your eyes didn't hide the desire in them."
"Or it was all in your imagination until I was desperate enough to end up in your room at the hotel and changed my mind?"
"Desperate?" Jeremiah exclaims. "As I recall, all you were desperate for that night was an orgasm."
"Orgasms," Ezekiel empathizes. "Plural."
I roll my eyes and know Jeremiah sees me in the rearview mirror from his laughter.
"Still in denial back there?" he asks.
"Denial about..." I question right back.
