Page 72 of To the Grave

Jace’s porterhouse steak was huge, sliced at the table with a massive knife. I was already getting full when he offered me a bite, but I couldn’t say no, and he watched me close my mouth around his fork like he wanted to eat me whole.

The main courses were served with a chorus of mouthwatering side dishes. There was a medley of locally foraged forest mushrooms, sautéed in white wine, and a potato pavé, the layers of potato sliced paper thin and stacked into a mini-brick that was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, seasoned with thyme and rich cream. There was even a corn pudding that had the bite of an unusual pepper the server told us was called Espelette, plus parmesan and chives.

By the time they cleared our plates, I’d forgotten all about the piece of silicone in my underwear.

Until it started vibrating.

I jumped, a squeak of surprise emerging from my mouth as the server came to ask us about dessert.

The vibration took only two seconds to make me wet, Wolf’s eyes on me across the table as Jace ordered dessert and coffee.

The vibrating stopped as the server retreated and I sucked in a breath. “Jesus.”

Wolf chuckled. “Feeling okay, sunshine?”

“Okay” wasn’t the word I would have used. The vibrator had shocked my food-drugged system, putting me on high alert as I waited for another hit from the tiny device in my underwear.

“Feeling fine,” I said, determined not to let them shake me.

The server returned with our coffee and the vibrator started up again. My nipples immediately got hard, and I felt Otis’ hand slip around my knee and slide up my bare thigh as the device vibrated against my clit.

“This doesn’t seem fair,” I said, a little breathless when it stopped.

“We just want you to have fun, doll.” Otis slipped his fingers inside my underwear and stroked my wet folds. “Aren’t you having fun?”

“Fun" didn’t seem like quite the right word for the pleasure rocketing through my body, the vibrator turning on and off at random intervals, amping up my sexual excitement right before stopping.

“Sure,” I said. “Super fun. Which one of you assholes is holding the remote?”

“That would be Wolf.” Jace’s eyes were like molten emeralds, his lips parted, like he was turned on too. “Although I think it’s time to give someone else a turn.”

“You go ahead,” Otis said. “My hands are busy with Daisy’s wet little pussy.”

The words were barely out of his mouth when the server arrived carrying two plates, one with the thick slice of dark chocolate cake with raspberry coulis Jace had ordered for the table, the other with the pineapple baked Alaska. She set the Alaska on the table and withdrew a lighter from her pocket, then touched the flame to the domed meringue. It went up in flames just as Otis slipped his fingers inside my cunt.

“Wow, that’s really something,” Jace said, his eyes on me instead of the flaming dessert.

Wolf offered him the vibrator remote and he took it like they were handing off the key to Benji instead of the key to my pleasure. The vibrator stilled and I gripped the table, trying to suppress the desire to move my hips and grind against Otis’ fingers, sliding in and out of me, brushing against my sensitive clit.

“Isn’t it?” the server said with a smile, oblivious to the fact that I was perilously close to an orgasm as Otis fucked me with his fingers.

She watched until the meringue turned golden and the flames died out. “Enjoy.”

“Thank you,” Wolf said. “We will.”

I was glad he was up for the pleasantries because I was beyond good manners. I guess that was what happened when a guy had his fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy in public.

Jace held up the vibrator remote. “Yes? No?”

I glared at him because talk about a deal with the devil. I was desperate to come, but also, we were in the restaurant, our booth surrounded by other people in their booths and a handful of tables in the center of the room.

Did I trust myself to be quiet about it?

On the other hand, could I wait until we got back to the hotel? I kind of felt like I might combust if I didn’t come.

Otis added a finger to the two already inside me.

“Yes,” I gasped.

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