Page 10 of Wild Flower

I crush the chocolate petal against the roof of my mouth, the delicate shell shattering as Archer’s hand slips indecently upward.

“Open,” Archer whispers, letting go of my ear lobe to speak. His fingers caress the skin where I’ve clenched my thighs together to stave off the heat that’s burgeoning. I roll my head to the side and look at him: one word inflaming my core, his fingers swirling against my inner thigh. I don’t know him. I don’t know either of these men, and what they’re asking is intimate, perhaps more intimate than they realize, seeing that my previous hook-ups can’t hold a candle to a damn chocolate rose.

Archer doesn’t let up on the intensity of his gaze, searing me with a blue fire that makes my chest heave. I must be drunk, but in the most delicious way—chocolate and absinthe on my palate and this gorgeous man’s hand between my legs.

It’s irrational, but I have two options. I can grab that periwinkle drink and toss it in my own face and wake myself up from this fantasy. Or I can give in.

I look to Finn, and he, too, is watching intently with reverence and beauty. I open my mouth to be fed another petal by him, and when the chocolate hits my lips—

I open my legs.

Archer nips my ear in approval, moving his hand toward the new skin I’ve exposed. Ravenously, I take the chocolate from Finn, sucking his thumb into my mouth. He grunts not expecting that, and when our eyes meet, his gaze is molten. The spicy chocolate and salt of his skin are a wicked combination. Especially when he slowly pushes his thumb deeper into my mouth, pushing past the first knuckle as chocolate melts around him.

Archer’s hand is just as wicked, fingers tickling the insides of my thighs, but careful not to touch where I ache. And knowing his hand is under my skirtin publicmakes this even more exciting. Of course, I’m only letting him do this because it’s dark, and no one can see us—the three of us.

Fuck, that’s hot—me and two men.

Isthiswhat my body has been patiently craving?

There hasn’t been time for the three of us to have an emotional connection, and right now, I don’t need one. The thrum in my body is enough, and wickedly, this feels like it’s all about me:mypleasure,myneed,myfantasy of being caged in between two men. And God! Does it make adrenaline rush between my legs.

Archer said his passion was working at this restaurant, and I can see why. His fingers light my pussy on fire. His every upward stroke is echoed by a throb in my core, and like a heathen, it only makes me open my legs wider.

“Do you think your flower tastes as good as the one you’re eating?” Archer whispers in my ear, his fingers tracing dangerously close to the fabric of my thong.

I pop Finn’s thumb out of my mouth and pant as I catch my breath, searching Archer’s beautiful face to read how serious he is. Is he actually offering to go down on me in this restaurant? While he’s working? Whileboth of themare working? Did I just fall into some incubus paranormal romance?

Social media has suggested a lot of erotic books to me (which I read), and they must be going to my head and I’m hallucinating. I swear this is one wild, erotic-novel mash up where I’ve spliced a long-haired bat-boy book with a contemporary romance, and suddenly, I’m reverse harem-ing my way to a full-fledged public orgasm.

“Y-you can’t do that here,” I rasp out. It’s one thing to be blocked from view by Finn, but it’s another to have Archer get down on his knees under the table. It’s dark, but it’s notthatdark!

“I can’t?” Archer asks, with a teasing hitch to his eyebrow that indicates he isn’t above trying. “WhatcanI do here, then?”

His fingers slash across the fabric of my thong, making me gasp.

“Mmmmm?” Archer hums with a dizzyingly low timbre. “I can definitely do this.” He pulls the fabric of my thong to the side and lashes his fingers through my slickness.

“Oh fuck!” I curse, my pussy spasming at the contact of our flesh.

My entire body turns on like a light bulb: nipples peak, body flinches. My lips drop open and Finn uses the moment to press his thumb back into my mouth. Archer watches as my eyes water at how wicked Finn is, but my eyes are also begging him to hedonistically do the same thing and plow his thumb into my soaked entrance.

I’m so turned on I might actually come.

Oh God, would that actually be possible?

I latch on to Finn’s thumb and suck hotly. And brutally, Archer doesn’t touch my pussy. Instead, he holds my thong to the side, exposing me to the air without touching me, watching me suckle Finn.

“Fuck,” Archer hisses. “I want that to be my cock.”

I roll my head back, releasing Finn’s thumb with a pop. This is too much. I’m aching ruthlessly, and God, it’s vulgar, how badly I want Archer’s cock. And I want it as Finn watches.

Whatis in this food?

“I, I—” I pant deliriously. There’s no way I’m unzipping Archer’s pants in public, despite how strung up they’ve got me. “I think we should—we should leave, if you want—want your—”

My eyes flick to Archer’s trousers, where it’s too dark to see if he’s aroused.

“We?” Archer asks, a tease in his tone. “Finn is working.I’mworking. The only one who can leave is you.”

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