Page 65 of Queen Of WildCards

Notnow, fucker.

Spadeeased up on her, though he left one hand between her legs as the waiter approached again with a pitcher of water to refill our glasses and a basket of bread, whichAceset his sights on one-handedly.Iswallowed every last drop of my new glass of water and absently shoved it toward the edge of the table, eager for more, whenInudged it a little too far, and it fell off and tumbled to the floor.

Everyset of eyes turned to me at once, andIrealized my mistake the second the poor lad started to kneel to retrieve it.

Ifhe knelt too far down, he'd get a face full of the activities beneath the booth, and then three of these men, if not all four of us, would likely have to beat the memory out of him.

Istretched out my arm and stopped him from making the biggest mistake of his career. "I'llget that."

Hechuckled and tried to brush off my offer. "Thanks, man, but it's kinda my job—"

Aceleaned forward and gave the boy a dangerous snarl. "Letthe man get the cup for you.Youwork hard enough, and it's his fault he's so damn impatient."Hiseyes turned to me, feral and lit with a cunning glint. "Goon,BlackJack, pick it up."

Islid from the booth and did as he bid, my eyes flicking up against my will as my fingers clasped the cool glass in their grip.Itwas a small miracleIdidn't shatter the damn thing in my hand.

Spadehad his hand between her legs, several fingers inside her knuckle-deep as he ran a thumb along her slick folds.Shetwitched as her legs attempted to snap closed, butAce'shand still circled her ankle, and his thumb ran along the swell of her arch as he held her in place.

IknewIwas twenty shades of red whenIrose, though it had been a two-second affair, andIfelt like a total skeeze, a peeping tom as her eyes met mine and then turned away in shame.

Imade her ashamed of herself.Ipushed her away.Andnow she couldn't bear to look me in the eyes.

Fantastic.

"Here,"Igrowled at our server, handing him the cup without a second thought, pleased when he removed it from my grip.

Ialmost couldn't bring myself to sit back down next to her.

Butneeds must.SoIdid, albeit a bit tenser than before.

Spade'sgrin widened as he twisted his wrist under the table, his arm shifting forward as his angle changed, and two petite, slender hands gripped the edge of the table as her head fell back and her eyes drifted closed, her lips parted in a perfect'O'of absolute bliss.Shewhimpered quietly, andIfelt her leg twitch against mine asAcereleased her foot.Itfell from his lap, and her legs spread wantonly as she arched her back in the booth and rocked her hips, seeking release, too far gone now to care thatSpade'shand was under her skirt in a fucking restaurant where people could see and hear her.

Shewas on the verge of an orgasm, andSpadewould no doubt see she got it.

Justas her eyes fluttered open and she turned to him to beg, his hand slipped all the way out from under the table, and he licked them off like it was a show, denying her that peak while taunting her with her near-release.

Andthen his eyes met mine, and a haughty smirk turned his lips up that also turned my gut.

Wasthis . . .jealousy?

WasIreally jealous of this obscene display?WasIjealous thatSpadehad the wherewithal to finger-fuck a woman in public, that hecould,because he didn't have some stupid issue with physical touch asIdid?

Hell,Ihadn't even thought about doing those things withMissStanton—until now.

Now, it wasallIcould think about, all my fucking brain could conjure up as she groaned impatiently, grinding down into the chair as she sought some relief from the precipice he'd abandoned her on.Ialmost felt bad for her, nearly bad enough to reach down there and finish her off myself, butIwouldn't know the first thing about pleasing her likehedid, like theyalldid.AndIwouldn't be able to bring myself to touch her like that if hell itself threatened to rise up and swallow me.

I'dburn instead, through no choice of my own.

Hersoft whine of resignation killed me, crushed my insides, but allIcould do was watch as the bastards who'd tormented her chuckled between themselves whileJokerandIwatched on, shame and regret on both our faces.

Themain course couldn't come fast enough.

CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE

MALLORY

Thetrip back from the fucking nightmare that was dinner was too long.Toofucking long by half.

Spadehad promised me a surprise, but somewhere along the line, the psychopath's brain rewired itself, and instead of completely debasing me in a fucking booth, he only just barely gave me a taste of bliss before yanking his sinfully coated fingers from my greedy core.Hewas a fucking tease, and if he expected me to bow to him the second we walked in the door, he was mistaken.

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