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Behind me, there is a growl and I turn, my eyes darting between Hudson and Xavier, unsure who made the noise.

“What makes you think the decision is up to you? If we want you walking around with no panties on, then you take them off and saythank you, daddywhile you do it.” Hudson’s voice brooks no arguments.

My mouth snaps shut. Right.

Darcy pumps his fingers into me one more time before pulling them free. He raises them up to his lips, the digits covered in so much wetness, there are thin ropes of it connecting his fingers.

Both fingers disappear into his mouth, and he hums appreciatively before speaking again. “Everyone in favor of Emmy removing her underwear?”

There are four raised hands.

Darcy pats my hip. “Up you go, princess. Remove your panties.”

With a shaky breath—because, fuck, could I get arrested for this?—I stand up between his spread legs and the table. The space is kind of awkward, but I manage to get my hands under my skirt and hook my fingers into my panties.

I feel wetness drag down between my thighs and cringe a little. When I can’t reach any farther down without disappearing beneath the table, I drop the panties to the floor. Using my foot, I bring the panties to my hands, then ball them up, hiding them behind my closed fists.

Darcy pulls me back down to sit on his lap, but on the opposite thigh, so I’m sitting facing toward Hudson and the back of the booth. Then he frees my panties from my grip and drops them in the center of the table for everyone to fucking see. And wouldn’t you know it? The wet crotch lands face up.

Hudson hands Darcy his phone and I see what I assume is the vibrator’s app open on the screen. Brain still a little sluggish from my orgasm, it takes a minute for the situation to become clear. The vibrator is going to be turned on, again. I both want and don’t want more. But, like everything else with the four ofthem, I don’t seem to have too much of a choice, unless I want to red out.

“Remember, good girls get rewards, princess. Being a brat will only end up landing you in a situation you probably won’t like.” He does something to the app and then the internal vibe turns on, the setting so low, I don’t think it will actually turn me on, but enough that I can feel the gentle hum.

He drops the phone onto the table, forces me to take a sip of my coke, then encourages me to cuddle into him, tucking my head beneath his chin. The action makes me emotional in a warm and thick way. Like melted honey.

Normally, I would think it was gross and shut that shit down. But right now, I just let it wash over me.

If I only get these feelings for the weekend, I’m going to completely immerse myself in each of them.

Chapter 18

Derek

Emery.

It suits her. But a fucking orphan? She couldn't have surprised me more.

Emery is partially dozing on Darcy, who has pulled up her skirt high enough that he can cup the bare cheek of her ass. I knowthis because I glanced down and saw flesh where I expected to see her blue dress.

I know for a fact that, if anal wasn’t on her hard limit list, he’d be playing with that tight little hole while she was sleeping. Out of the four of us, Darcy is the biggest ass man. We all love it, but he will worship a tight little asshole for hours. And I have no doubt that Emery’s is as tight as they come.

Hudson is watching Emery and Darcy, hunger written all over his face. This girl may be his downfall. She’s more than happy to go toe-to-toe with him during their verbal spars, and she doesn’t shy away when he objectifies her, which is exactly what he craves.

From the corner of my eye, I see Dylan approaching. I turn my body to block her view of Emery, not wanting to disturb Darcy from providing Emery with her first piece of aftercare for the day.

We texted this morning before arriving at the apartment and all agreed that we would provide gentle aftercare after every scene, regardless of whether she indicates for it or not. Being so green to the kink world, she won’t understand what she needs.

There will be absolutely no sub drops for the rest of the weekend.

“Your bruschetta,” Dylan says quietly, placing the loaded plate on the table, with an additional stack of sharing plates.

When she doesn’t leave immediately, I shoot her a look. “That will be all, Dylan.”

Hurt flashes in her eyes before she scampers away. I sigh.

“You shouldn’t have given her a job,” Xavier mutters as he taps and scrolls on his phone. His thumbs fly over the screen, and I decide to ignore whatever he is doing right now. I have no doubt it’s something to do with Emery, and if it’s illegal I’d prefer not to know.

Ignorance is bliss in this situation. I know he will share any relevant information if he manages to find anything. Which he will. He always does.

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