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They both break into fits of laughter, leaning into each other like it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever heard, and we all chuckle along because, really, opera porn?

The laughter tapers off as the waitress arrives with our plates of food, carefully placing them in front of us.

“Can I get you anything else?” she asks.

“No thanks, Luna,” Cherry smiles at her as we shake our heads. “This looks great.”

“Enjoy!” the waitress chirps.

“You too!” I reply before slapping myself mentally, “I mean, thank you.”

Luna laughs, then turns on her heel and leaves past the curtains that shield us from everyone else's view.

We all watch, enraptured with Cherry as she cuts into her food, moaning as the flavors explode on her tongue.

“That good?” Brad asks her huskily, his chin cradled in his hand as he stares at her.

We all are, but does he have to make it so fucking obvious?

“So good,” she moans. Stabbing a piece of her steak, she glides it over the plate through some weird pureed vegetable and brings the fork to her red-stained lips.

“Fuck,” I hear my brother mutter as her pouty, kissable fucking lips wrap around the stainless steel fork, and I have to will myself not to reach across the table for her.

My mind conjures an image of me doing just that, my hand wrapping around her throat as I pin her to the table, pounding into her sweet fucking coochie until she passes out from lack of oxygen.

“Are you going to eat your food?” Cherry asks, her voice sickly sweet, pulling me out of my fantasies and back to reality.

“What?”

“Are you going to eat your food?” she asks again. This time, a devilish smirk appears on her face as she lifts the fork to her mouth once again, a sexy as fuck moan coming from her.

She’s torturing us, and I’m fucking here for it.

It’s been a while since a girl I’ve wanted to sink my drumstick into has been this fucking amazing.

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