I knew this entire situation wouldn’t end well, so this is me distancing myself and remembering I’m a bad bitch.
I sigh and fiddle with the video anyway and hit upload. Then and only then do I look up at Rumor and say, “Ready.”
“Baby girl, you won’t win in stubbornness. You’ll find that I can be very persuasive.” Rumor’s eyes darken, and hell, it sends a shiver up my spine and causes desire to pool in my core.
Good thing my stomach grumbles, giving me an out from his heated look. “So diner food and the camping store.” I look across the street, where a large store full of camping supplies and hiking equipment just opened. Very few cars sit in the lot, but I’m worried about being spotted in there.
“Hungry?” Sin presses his nose into my hair, just as affectionate as ever. When he touches me, he confuses me. Each brush of his hand against my thigh or squeeze of my waist makes me feel cherished and precious, yet…he didn’t say a damn thing earlier.
“Yeah,” I mutter, open the car door, and slide out. “For hash browns, eggs, toast, and jam.” I wink at him and slam the door in his face.
Without waiting for the trio, I bound up the steps, open the door to the diner, and then rush through the breezeway and into the open area. Coffee and eggs scent the room, making my stomach grumble even further.
“How many?” the young man behind the serving station asks, his dark blond hair flopping into his expressive eyes.
I almost say one, but then Bryn steps up behind me and answers, “Four.” He looks around the room and points to an empty booth in the far corner. “We’ll sit there.”
“Sure.” The kid grabs four menus and leads us across the diner, only glancing back at our group once.
“I know you’re pissed at us,” Bryn whispers in my ear, making me twitch, “but don’t walk away from us without opening those lush lips and speaking what’s on your mind.”
My heart thuds a few times as the kid pauses before our table. I feel like I got caught doing something naughty.
“I’ll grab drinks now if you’re ready,” he offers. The diner is pretty empty. It’s midmorning, after the rush of breakfast and before the lunch rush.
“Coffee, please,” I tell him as Bryn pushes me into the booth and then takes the seat across from me. Sin sits beside him, and Rumor sits beside me. They are strategically placing themselves.
Fucking male dominance.
“She’ll also have an orange juice,” Bryn says, “as will I.”
I roll my eyes at him.
“Chocolate milk,” Sin says.
“Coffee,” Rumor grunts.
“Got it.” The kid rushes off, probably not wanting to be bothered with the guys pissing all over me any more than I want to deal with them.
Bryn doesn’t hesitate to speak. “You’re acting like a brat.”
“A brat?” I repeat and cross my arms to shield my heart from these fools.
“A brat,” Bryn repeats, and his eyes darken. “Brats get punished.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Bryn?” I squint at him before deciding to read the menu—anything to keep my mind from focusing on him or them.
“I have several ideas.” Sin drums his fingers on the table. “Drawing out your pleasure, for one.”
I snort, and yes, I also know what I’m about to say will make me sound like a brat. I glance at Sin from under my lashes and flutter them a little. I may as well play the part. “Sin, you’d have to last longer than me for that to happen.”
Sin leans forward, a challenge gleaming in his eyes. “It’s not my fault your pussy milks me as tightly as it does. I can’t last when you clamp down on me the way you do. But hey, practice makes perfect.” He purrs the last word, making my eyes roll.
Still, his words have the effect he wanted, and my arousal floods around us.
Damn it, this is backfiring.
“Omelet,” I point to the menu. “Hash browns, bacon, and a side of pancakes.” I nibble my lips, wondering if there is anything I am missing. “Toast and jam.” Can’t forget that.