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“I keep meaning to message you and ask but keep forgetting,” She sheepishly smiles. “I was hoping you could get me in this week. My roots are awful.”
“Message me tomorrow, and I’ll get you booked in ASAP.”
“Perfect,” she chirps. “So, drinks?”
“Three bottles of wine, please. Two of the house reds and one of the white,” Braylen says from where he’s sat across from me.
Jacob and Brad sit on either side of me, their bodies a hulking presence.
I feel like I’m in a daze of sandalwood aftershave and hotness, making me feel dizzy.
“Can we have Moretti, please?” Jacob asks, pointing to him and his brother.
“Me too, not a fan of wine,” Brad wrinkles his nose in disgust.
“Coming right up, I’ll leave you to review your menus. I’ll be right back with your drinks.” Luna turns and leaves, leaving me alone with my four dates, who all turn their hungry looks to me.
“What are you going to eat?” I ask them, hoping to clear the sexual tension.
“I’d like to eat you,” Macon mutters, “Sounds like a damn good appetizer.”
“Why don’t you?” Brad challenges, “It seems like you are hungry for something that isn’t food.”
“Wh-”
Macon ducks under the table, the tablecloth ensuring he’s hidden and disappears from view. Hands on my thighs startle me, spreading my legs apart, and his hot breath over my panties nearly has me combusting there and then.
Pulling the tablecloth up, I peek under, and Macon’s mocha brown eyes twinkle back at me, a flirty grin spreading across his face.
“Get out,” I hiss. “Luna will be back soon to order food.”
“Then tell her I want the steak, rare please, with a side salad,” he says. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to have my starter.”
Macon pulls the tablecloth back down just in time for Luna to reappear with the wine bottles and the Moretti for the others.
“Are you ready to order?” she asks as she sets the drinks on the table. “Oh, where’s your other guest?” Her eyes roam over the table when she realizes that Macon is missing. “We can wait until he’s back if you need more time.”
“No!” I say too quickly. “He told us his order before he nipped out to take a call.”
“Perfect!” she chirps happily.
Macon’s fingers push my panties to the side, just like Braylen and Brad did in the car. His hot breath fans against my meat flaps, and I want to combust already; he’s not even touched me yet.
Am I really about to let another man give me an orgasm after I let the other two give me one in the car?
The proper part of me, the little lady that sits in the back of your head and tells you to cross your legs when you wear a skirt.
She’s appalled.
The horny bitch in me who wants Macon to eat my whisker biscuit like it’s his last meal and call me his dirty little whore.
She’s fucking thrilled.
“So what can I get you?” she asks Braylen first, her pen scribbling down his order that I don’t pay attention to; how can I? Macon is currently blowing cold air over my snapper trapper, and my legs are already shaking.
Macon’s fingers part my flaps, and his mouth descends on my clit, making me let out a small gasp.
“Are you parched, Angel?” Braylen asks, pouring me a large glass of red wine, a wicked glint in his eye as he holds it out for me to take.
My hand shakes as I reach out, my bottom lip disappearing between my teeth as I try to suppress my moans while Macon’s fingers disappear into my hole.
He pumps them slowly, to begin with while the others tell Luna their food order. When it’s my turn, I take a deep gulp of wine and compose myself. “I’ll have the lasagna with garlic bread and our guest-” Macon’s tongue prods my devil’s pocket and trails up over my love pearl, causing me to choke on my words.
Coughing, my hand covering my mouth, I finish, “Our guest will have the steak with a side salad.”
Luna jots it all down happily, none the wiser to what’s going on under the table, telling us she’ll have it right out to us.
“How are you coping there, gorgeous?” Jacob leans over to kiss my cheek, his hand disappearing under the table and trailing up my thigh.
