by Leah Brooke
They probably didn’t know which one she was with.
She acted before thinking, pulling a surprised Dillon down so she could touch her lips to his.
He reacted immediately, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her closer, slipping his tongue between her lips to tangle with hers. His hand at the back of her head held her still for a kiss she’d begun but he controlled right from the start.
“Can’t you wait until you get to the booth?”
Dillon lifted his head, staring down at her as he answered Brandon.
“Every minute counts, doesn’t it, Alison?”
Ryder took her hand and pulled her along with him. “Not that I’d mind watching you two fight right here in the middle of the restaurant, but I’ve already learned that Brandon doesn’t like it. Besides, I’m hungry.”
Pretending not to notice the looks of amusement from several of the other diners, Alison rushed to keep up with Ryder.
“What’s your hurry? I’ve seen how much you eat, but you can’t be that hungry.” She had the strangest feeling that something was going on, but couldn’t imagine what they could do in a restaurant.
She soon found out.
The table Ryder led her to sat back from the others in what appeared to be a small alcove, with heavy curtains on either side of the entrance.
Under other circumstances, she might have considered it romantic, but because of the way Dillon and Ryder were acting, it gave her a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Seeing the look of wicked anticipation on Ryder’s face, she glanced at Dillon.
Dillon must have somehow sensed her attention, because he reached out to stroke her arm as he continued to speak in low tones to Brandon for another minute or two before releasing her.
The fact that he’d felt her attention even while looking the other way gave her another of those warm feelings inside, the kind of feeling she’d started to get more and more around them.
His eyes stayed sharp on her as Ryder helped her take off her jacket and seated her while he finished his hushed conversation with Brandon.
Nodding once, he slid onto the bench seat beside her, dropping his big arm over the back of the seat, his fingers drawing a pattern over her shoulder.
Brandon stepped aside as a trio of waiters came in, each carrying a tray.
They didn’t appear to mind the tense silence as they set up food and drinks, not even looking at any of them.
Brandon directed two of them to set their trays on a nearby table while the other set drinks, appetizers, and a basket of fragrant, still-steaming bread on the large table in front of them. As soon as the waiters finished and left, Brandon pointed to a button located on a box at the far side of the table, one she hadn’t noticed until now.
“Just press that button when you want the waiter. Until then, you won’t be disturbed. Enjoy yourselves.” With a faint smile, he stepped back and reached up to close the dark heavy curtain, enclosing the three of them in a private cocoon, separated completely now from the other diners.
Feeling the men’s stares, Alison stared at the curtain and swallowed heavily. Pissed off at herself because she had to gather her courage before turning to Dillon, she took a deep breath and turned her head to find him watching her closely, his expression hard and unforgiving. His eyes, however, held possessiveness and, if she wasn’t mistaken, a hint of desperation.
“Why aren’t we out in the restaurant like we were the last time?”
Reaching out to cup her breast, Dillon bent toward her.
“We wanted privacy, and we wanted to give you a night you won’t soon forget. Something to think about when you leave.”
Ryder’s hands came around her and, with deft fingers, began to unbutton the cotton shirt she’d worn.
“We’re gonna make damned sure you don’t forget us.”
She opened her mouth, but closed it again on a moan as Ryder finished unbuttoning her shirt and worked it down her arms, leaving them trapped behind her. She drew in a shuddering breath when Dillon unfastened her bra and separated the two sides and stared down at her now exposed breasts.
She desperately wanted to tell them that she would never forget either one of them. She desperately wanted to let them know that they made her feel more alive, more womanly, more desired, than she’d ever felt in her life. She wanted to let them know that her feelings for them had become jumbled in her mind because she didn’t believe that people could actually live the way they proposed, no matter how badly she wanted to.
But what would be the point?
If Danny had his way, she wouldn’t have any say in her future, and she’d be damned if she’d get her hopes up only to have Danny take away her chance of happiness. She wouldn’t allow herself to wish for something that could be taken away at a moment’s notice and spend the rest of her life missing it.
When she walked away, however, she was determined to take a lifetime of memories with her.
Lifting her eyes, she met Dillon’s squarely and smiled, wishing with all her heart she could stay right here in this town with Dillon and Ryder as her lovers.
Reaching out for him, she lifted her breasts in invitation, her arousal at being so exposed making her more aggressive. Determined to tease him out of his strange mood, she smiled seductively.
“Show me.”
Dillon’s eyes flared at the challenge, his smile somehow calculated and indulgent.
“We’ll show you. Just remember that if you scream, the other diners will be able to hear you. I don’t want anyone else to hear the sounds you make when you come. Those are for Ryder and me alone.”
She ran her hands up Ryder’s thighs behind her until she could cup him through his trousers, giggling when he groaned.
“I’ve learned a thing or two this week. Maybe you’ll be the ones who come.”
Adopting the sternest expression she could under the circumstances, she eyed Dillon. “You’ll have to be quiet. I don’t want those women to hear those sounds you two make either. They’re very sexy, and those women might get ideas.”
Ryder laughed and finished removing her shirt and bra and tossed them aside.
“Sexy, huh?” He ran his hands up her sides, his fingers caressing the outer curves of her breasts. “We don’t make much noise at all except for swearing because you’re squeezing our cocks. You, on the other hand, make the kind of sounds that make my cock ache.”
Dillon ran his fingers over the sensitive underside of her breasts and flicked his thumbs gently over her nipples, smiling when she cried out.
“How about those growly noises you make when you’re coming inside me?”
“Growly noises?” Dillon tapped both of her nipples at the same time, smiling smugly when she whimpered.
Ryder groaned.
“That’s one of those sounds we love so much. I’ll bet we can get you to make even more of them. Hmm, I see shrimp cocktail. Would you like one?”
Sucking in a breath when Dillon caressed her nipples again, she fumbled for Ryder’s zipper.
“How can you think about food? I thought you were going to fuck me.”
Dillon ran his hands from her breasts, down her sides, and to her thighs.
“Oh, you’re getting fucked, but only when you’re good and ready.”
She could feel the heat from his hands through her pants, the firm strokes up and down her thighs sending a barrage of erotic sizzles to her center.
Being bared from the waist up while the rest of her remained covered made her more aware of her exposed breasts and made her feel naughty and very much a sexual being. She’d never considered herself an exhibitionist, but she had to admit that being exposed this way in a public place turned her on.
As long as only Dillon and Ryder saw her.
Alison struggled to get her fingers to work, but she shook so hard she had no coordination. “I’m ready now. Ryder, damn it. I can’t get your zipper down.”
Ryder chuckled and lifted her hands from his cock.
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“No. You don’t want the other diners to hear how naughty you are, do you? You’ll get my cock when I decide to give it to you.”
Dillon took one of the warm slices of bread, broke it in half, and buttered it liberally. “Nice and warm. The butter melts as soon as it touches it. Gives me ideas.”
Alison watched in fascination as he brought the bread toward her breast, a shocked cry escaping when he touched the buttered side to her nipple. The warmth on her breast felt incredible, and she arched upward to get more. She rocked her hips, shifting restlessly as Dillon moved it over her nipple, spreading the melted butter all around.
Ryder put his arms over hers, forcing her shoulders back and effectively pushing her breasts out. “Now, about that shrimp.”
Apparently satisfied that he’d coated her nipple thoroughly, Dillon lifted the bread and tapped her lips with it.
“Open.”
She obeyed him, taking a bite of the warm bread, savoring the buttery taste on her tongue.
She’d never be able to taste butter again without remembering this moment.
She hurried to chew and swallow it, her eyes on Dillon’s as he popped the rest of it into his mouth and bent toward her nipple.
“Did I mention how much I like butter?”
Just as his lips closed over the buttery peak and he began to suck, Ryder took the cold shrimp coated with cocktail sauce and began to smear it over her other nipple.
The contrast between warm and cold sent her senses soaring, intensifying both so much that she whimpered and reached for Dillon.
Threading her fingers through his hair, she held him to her breast, biting her lip to keep from crying out as every pull on her nipple created an answering tug to her clit.
He took his time, licking all the butter from her nipple and what had dripped lower, sensitizing her entire breast. When he finished, he lifted his head, his eyes dark with possession.
“You’re ours, Alison, and before we leave here tonight, you’re going to admit it. Come here.”
He settled her on his lap facing Ryder.
“I think Ryder’s ready for some of that cocktail sauce with his shrimp.”
Dillon kept her face turned toward his while Ryder bent his head and licked her breast clean, the feel of his warm tongue cleaning away the cold of the sauce, making her squirm.
“Don’t try to turn away from me. Tonight I won’t let you hide anything from me. You won’t talk to me about the future, but I’ll have everything from you tonight.”
Keeping her on his lap, he fed her bites of food, pausing to kiss her and run his hands over her back, her belly, her breasts, everywhere, sensitizing every part of her.
“Beautiful. Be still a minute so I can put your nipple clips on you.”
Alison shivered, blinking. “Dillon, I won’t be able to stand it. I thought you said—”
“I’m not going to hurt you. These are padded, and I’m just going to tighten them enough to keep your attention. You really didn’t think you would get away with avoiding my attempts to get some answers from you this week, did you?”
Ryder tugged off her shoes and socks before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a box. “Here they are. I’ll put them on her.”
Nervous now, Alison automatically put her hands over her breasts. “Is it going to hurt?”
Dillon took both of her wrists and pulled them gently, but firmly, behind her back, holding them in one hand. His eyes flashed with displeasure, sending a chill through her and making her yearn to please him.
“Since you don’t trust that we’re not going to let you go to jail, it would be a waste of my time to try to convince you we won’t hurt you. I guess you’ll just have to wait and figure it out for yourself.”
Ashamed of herself for doubting him and hurting his feelings, she nodded and turned to Ryder as he took one of the rings from the box and placed the box on the table.
Dillon tapped a nipple. “Arch your back and thrust those nipples out to Ryder. Show him how much you want those clips.”
Nodding again, she did it, her pussy clenching as he parted her legs to move closer.
Ryder grinned. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week. You’re going to be my little harem girl, sitting next to me naked and feeding me my dinner.”
Unable to resist, she flashed him a coy smile. “What makes you think I’m going to feed you?”
Ryder tapped her nipple, his eyes flashing wickedly when she cried out.
“Because, darlin’, we’re going to make sure you enjoy every minute of it.”
Holding her breath, she watched Ryder place the padded clamp over her nipple, letting it out on a sigh of relief when he released it and it didn’t hurt at all.
“Tighten it.”
She whipped her head up at Dillon’s deep command, but bit back her protest when he lifted a brow, swallowing her protest.
Ryder smiled again. “Absolutely. It’s too loose, Ally. It’ll fall off. We can’t have that, can we, darlin’? We gotta keep these nipples tight and responsive.” His big fingers closed over the small wheel at the side and began to turn it.
Dillon released her hands and bent her back over his arm, covering her mouth with his and swallowing the cry that escaped when the pressure on her nipple increased. With an arm around Dillon’s back, she gripped his shirt, grabbing onto Ryder’s forearm with the other.
The pressure on her nipple sent sharp pinpricks of pleasure to her slit, and she twisted restlessly to try to relieve it. With her legs spread and Ryder between them, she had no way to close them and ended up rocking her hips in frustration.
Dillon lifted his head, meeting her eyes before running his hand over the breast with the clip and tugging at the small chain dangling from it.
The dark possession in his eyes seemed more intense than ever, as though a shutter had been lifted and she saw a part of him he’d kept hidden until now.
“Perfect. Go ahead and put the other one on. I want to see them on her.”
As nonchalantly as though she weren’t lying across his lap naked from the waist up with clips being placed on her nipples, Dillon reached across her for a shrimp, dipped it in cocktail sauce, and tapped her lips with it.
“Open.”
The shock of a clip being placed on her other nipple had her turning her head away.
“I can’t. Dillon, my nipple.”
Ryder started tightening the clamp. “You’d better learn to focus on more than one thing at a time, or you’re going to be in real trouble later on.”
Alison soon learned what he meant.
Sitting between them, she struggled to keep up with their totally random questions while trying not to focus on the clips attached to her nipples that seemed to become heavier with each passing minute.
When she stretched out her arm to reach a stuffed mushroom, Ryder took the opportunity to run a hand over her breast.
“What’s your favorite color?”
Alison stilled, the mushroom forgotten as she leaned toward him, moaning when he tugged on the small chain dangling from it. The vulnerability of being partially bared while both Dillon and Ryder remained fully clothed sent an unexpected surge of lust through her.
Sitting between them this way, she really did feel as though she was an object for their pleasure, but at the same time, cherished.
She just couldn’t resist it.
She had their undivided attention, both of them always touching her and seeming to respond to every shift of her body, every sound she made. Even when she leaned against Ryder, he turned his chest toward her, his arm going around her.
Looking up at him through her lashes, she pressed her breast more fully into his hand, feeling aroused, playful, and wanton.
“I’m never going to be able to eat like this.”
She didn’t want to think about food right now. She was starving for something a lot more satisfying.
With a hand sliding up her back to her neck, Dillon reached over and plucked
one of the mushrooms from the nearby plate. He held it to her lips, waiting until she opened her mouth and took it before tugging the chain on her other breast.
“Imagine the trouble you’re going to have when we finish the appetizers and we strip your pants and panties off of you. If you belonged to us, we’d pick them out for you. Lace ones. See-through ones.”
Ryder tipped her head back and played with the chain on her nipple, making her entire breast feel swollen and heavy and her nipples so sensitive that the slightest touch seemed too intense.
“And some of those bras that have the opening for her nipples. I’d love to see her in one of those. Those thigh-high stocking with the garters and no panties. Darlin’, I’d love to see that pussy surrounded with silk and lace.”
Tapping her nipple, he grinned at her low moan. “But then again, I love to see that naked pussy any way I can.”
Dillon unfastened her slacks and pulled her facedown over his lap, the underside of her breast brushing against his hard thigh, her nipples touching the cool leather seat. “There’s no point in waiting. I want her naked now.”
The steel in his tone sent a thrill through her, but being facedown made her nervous.
“Dillon, let me stand up. I’ll take off—”
“No.” Dillon ran a hand over her naked ass, which Ryder had exposed so fast it had to be some sort of a record. “We’ll undress you. We want you to understand that you have no say in what we do to you tonight. If you stayed here with us, you could expect a lot of nights like this.”
The silky promise in his voice flowed over her, made even more potent as Ryder pulled her pants and panties the rest of the way down her legs, leaving her naked over their laps.
Her nipples tingled as they brushed over the leather seat, much like the rest of her as both men continued to caress her. Not being able to see them, she never knew where they would touch her next, which added another layer of excitement and tension.
Ryder ran his hands up the back of her thighs, parting them and bending her left leg to touch the back of the seat, holding it there with his body. With the other hanging off the edge of the seat, it spread her thighs and kept her from closing them again.
