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“That’s up to Belle,” Mica says.
“Yeah, I get that. Just…take care of her, okay? I should go, I’ve taken up too much of your time. Bye—”
“Johnny!” Belle cries out in a panic.
“Yeah, sis?”
“If you’re serious about having a relationship with me, call me again when you’re out.”
“Absolutely! You’ve got it! I won’t let you down! I promise you won’t regret it, Belle. Thank you.” The relief and joy in his voice is unmistakable.
The line goes dead, and we all stare at the phone a moment longer, unsure what to say.
“We…we should eat before it gets cold,” Belle eventually says, blinking away tears in her eyes.
“Of course,” I tell her, leaning over to kiss her shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m glad I have pot warmers,” she jokes, but her laugh is a little forced.
“Belle—” I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to say, but it doesn’t matter anyway because she holds up a hand to stop me.
“Don’t. I’m okay. I’m done with letting Johnny ruin shit between us. I don’t know if he’s genuine or serious about getting sober or whatever, but he’s not getting any more of my time or headspace until he shows up and proves himself worthy. So, please, let’s just eat and not let him come between us again.”
I nod, agreeing completely, and drop the topic.
Belle focuses on serving us wine, while Linc puts salad on each of our plates. Belle leans forward, bending slightly, so she can place Linc’s glass next to his plate, and I trail my fingers up the back of her thighs. She gasps, turning to look at me, but I intentionally keep my eyes on my plate. She doesn’t shake my hand away, though, so I take that as a good sign.
Mica serves everyone the shrimp dish, while I pass out the utensils.
Belle’s nipples are hard, peeking through the soft material of her dress, and my mind runs wild with thoughts of what I could do to her on this table.
Judging by the looks on the faces of the other men, they all feel the same, despite the slightly awkward remains of the elephant in the room.
“This looks amazing, Belle. Thank you for dinner,” I tell her, and she blushes. I reach over and remove her phone from the center of the table. Out of sight, out of mind. Hopefully we can enjoy the meal that she worked so hard on.
“Thank you,” she replies softly, and I nod.
“Mmm. I can’t wait to have a taste,” Linc says, and Belle’s eyes snap up, connecting with his. She stares for a moment, licking her lips.
Mica takes a large bite of the noodles, and moans loudly to cut the tension. “Fuck, that's so fucking good.” He locks eyes with Belle. “So. Fucking. Good.”
Belle is to my right, with Linc to my left, and Mica across from me. While she’s distracted, I reach over and run the tips of my fingers down her spine, loving the way she shivers and arches her back under my touch.
Belle takes a bite of her food, and makes the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my fucking life.
“Fuck, this is good,” she agrees breathlessly as she draws her thumb across her lower lip, before sucking it into her mouth. “Mmmm,” she moans, closing her eyes and tilting her head back.
Mica raises his eyebrows at me, and I shake my head. Belle is apparently just as willing to tease us right back, and I know that she’s with us; the conversation about Johnny put away for another day.
We all kind of lose ourselves in the food for a moment, because damn, this shit is good.
Linc pauses, a bite of food halfway to his mouth, and he looks up at Belle, who’s grinning as she looks down at her food. I lean back and look under the table to see her trailing her foot up his calf all the way to his package. He grunts when she rubs the obvious bulge, and I reach my hand down under the table.
I grip her thigh hard, and she gasps.
I don’t look at her as I partially listen to whatever Mica is saying about some band he heard today, and push my fingers under her dress. My fingers skim her panties lightly, and she straightens, trying to push herself into my hand.
I pull away, reaching for my wine glass. We all finish eating, and Belle jumps up.
