Page 62 of Bedroom Rodeo

He only grinned in response, fingers stilling midthigh. He let her take a sip and waited until the glass was almost on the table before he ran his hand all the way up her bare, silken flesh to the crease where her thigh met her pussy.

She wore a blue thong—he’d seen her put it on and bided his time for the moment when he could dip a finger under that scrap of satin and find her heated center.

With a gasp, she fumbled the glass. It tipped over, and water flooded across the white tablecloth, stretching toward Hart’s plate.

Hart let out a grunt and tossed the napkin from his lap over the spill.

“I’m so sorry. Just a little…clumsy tonight.” Sylvee’s words broke in the middle of the sentence when Piers dipped one finger between her pussy lips.

His balls clutched at the wetness he discovered. Sylvee battled to act nonchalantly, but he was just getting started. Tormenting her in public was going to be the feature of his fantasies for a long time to come.

He pressed his finger deeper, breaching her entrance. She shifted in her seat and parted her thighs for him.

On the other side of her, Ash took notice of the change in Sylvee’s demeanor. He shot a knowing look at Piers, who just offered a crooked smile and continued to burrow his finger inside her slick heat.

She sucked in a gasp and picked up her fork to cover it. Though she didn’t attempt to scoop up any food—probably a good thing or she might spasm and flip the table—she gripped the fork until her knuckles whitened around the handle.

When she gave a full-body shudder, Piers met Ash’s stare. The next instant, Ash’s hand brushed over Piers’s as he went for her clit.

She gulped even though she had no food in her mouth. Together, they worked her in slow strokes. The music changed to a fast tune again. Lucky for them, Hart plucked his woman out of her chair and literally carried her off to the dance floor.

Sylvee’s fork clattered to the table. She gripped the edge, leaning forward, breathing hard and fast. “You guys…are driving me…crazy!”

Piers settled his lips against her ear. “If we keep this up, you’ll come. You’ll come in front of everybody in this room. Your cheeks are already pink. They know what Ash and I are doing to you.”

She moaned.

“The band will see you when you shake and come apart.” He pumped his finger in and out of her, then dragged it free and lifted his soaked finger to his lips.

“Fuck,” Ash bit off.

Piers curled his tongue around his finger and licked away her sweet nectar. She watched him before her eyes rolled back in her head.

“She’s close.” Ash’s voice was gritty.

Delving his hand between her thighs again, Piers plunged his finger in as far as he could with the restrictions of position. What he wanted to do was swipe an arm over the table, clearing it all off onto the floor, and set her on the surface so he could feast on her. If he had her permission, nothing could stop him.

Her breaths came in short squeaks. When she let her head drop back, Piers leaned in to suck on her neck. She shivered. A dew of pleasure broke out on her brow, and her pussy walls clenched on his finger.

“Is her clit hard for you, Ash?”

“Fuck yeah. So hard. She’s primed.”

Sylvee stifled a guttural noise and peaked. Juices flooded his finger. Her body tensed and she dropped her head forward again, soft moans swallowed by the louder music.

Just then, the tune cut out, and she moaned into the utter silence.

Piers and Ash shared a grin but continued to pleasure her through the last of her orgasm.

After the band started a new song and Sylvee quit trembling, she looked to Piers, face on fire. “You did that on purpose!”

“Of course I did, Peachy. Never forget that I will do anything and everything to make you feel good. No matter where we are, the whole world is going to know that you are loved.”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself.” Ash brushed his lips over her burning cheek. “Now let’s dance, Peachy. This is our song.”

She pulled her glittering gaze from Piers’s to lock on Ash. “It is?”

“Is now.” Ash pushed his chair away from the table. Piers cupped Sylvee’s elbow and helped her to her feet, aware of the scent of her release clouding the air around them.

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