Page 85 of Lose Me In The Shadows

Kara moved to stop him—this was too much—but Conor grabbed her wrists from under the table and easily lifted them over her head.

“You let him eat. He’s hungry and none of us have had dinner yet. Speaking of which.”

Conor signaled someone, and moments later, a waiter appeared. Micah chose that second to press a finger inside her, rubbing up against the spot that drove her crazy, and she choked back a gasp, aware that they had an audience.

And that the buff waiter was hard. He stared at her, desire in his eyes.

Oh, god. He was watching her get off. He maybe didn’t know exactly what was happening, but he knew enough.

And that only made her hotter. Wetter. More ready to come.

He blinked, comporting his features. “What can I get you gentlemen? And lady?”

“Three whiskeys—neat—and a French 75 for the lady,” Conor rattled off.

“Three whiskeys? Is there a fourth in your party?” the waiter asked.

“Yes.” Luke stared him down.

“Ah. Busy at the moment, I see. I’ll be back with your drinks.”

With one last look at Kara, he departed.

“He wanted her,” Luke said when he was gone.

“Too bad,” Conor said.

“Want to kill him after?”

“Nah. Seeing her face like this but knowing he can’t have her? That’s punishment enough.”

“Can you two stop talking about me like I’m not here?” Kara said on a high-pitched moan as Micah did something with his tongue that had her seeing stars.

“Micah, the fact that she can still talk means you’re not doing a good enough job down there,” Luke said loudly.

Micah doubled his efforts, licking, and sucking as he thrust his fingers deep inside her pussy. Kara moaned, no longer caring who could hear or see her. Everything in her wound tight, then tighter. He carefully put his teeth around both sides of her pussy, and oh god she was gonna…

His mouth was gone.

“Wait, please,” she begged, knowing what was coming. Or rather, what wasn’t.

“Bad girls don’t get to come.” Conor told her. “Foolish girls who talk about dying instead of surviving, who think for even asecondtheir men would let them get hurt again…those girls get edged for hours, until they promise they’ll never think such silly, harmful thoughts again. You hear me? You’re ours,sweet baby girl. We’ll keep you safe. We’ll keep all of us safe. You need to believe it.”

The endearment was one the three men shared for her but rarely used, the one that made her feel like she was in a warm cocoon of their affection and attention.

Heart in her throat, Kara nodded.

“Good.” He closed his eyes. “Switch places with Micah. You’re going to make it up to the three of us with that mouth of yours. If you’re going to say such fucked up shit, we’ll fill it up with something else.”

Kara hesitated.

“Now,Maya. Or Iwillchange my mind, put you on the table, and spank you so that everyone in this club can see.”

She slid under the table, coming face to face with Micah. He gripped her neck and drew her to him in a kiss, sharing her taste. When she came up for air, he said, “Conor’s right. You’ve got to get that fear out of your head. And for what it’s worth,I’dlove to spank you in front of an audience.”

With that, he crawled out from under the table. She watched as his feet moved around, and then he was back in the booth, his legs planted in front of her face.

“Get to work, sweet baby girl,” he said from above her, using the same, warmth-inducing endearment. So she got to work, undoing his belt and unzipping his dress pants. His thick cock was hard, and she swallowed at the sight of it, licking the tip and sucking him deep into her mouth. She heard him sigh as he thrust his hips forward, briefly choking her before pulling back and letting her find air.

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