Chapter 30 #2
“Nothing?” Eli asks.
I shake my head. I notice Caden’s arm move, pretty sure he just put his hand on Harper’s thigh. No reaction.
Caden grunts and then glares at Luke, who sits next to me.
Luke leans back and studies Harper like he’s trying to dissect her. She takes a drink of her soda and stares off into the distance.
We could just talk around her, but this all feels odd. Even when she ignored us before, she was engaged. Now she’s like a lump we’re carting around.
No one wants to fuck a lump.
“Did you order Harper the hottest wings they have?” I ask Luke.
“Figured she’d want them plain like her current behavior.” Luke narrows his eyes at her. “Embarrassed the spanking turned you on, princess?”
She lifts her face and stares at Luke blankly. “No.”
“Probably should have done it in the locker room. Apparently she likes an audience.” Eli smirks as we all watch her for any fucking reaction at all.
She shrugs and starts folding her straw wrapper.
“I guess we could start every day like this.” Luke rubs the corner of his mouth. “There are more pleasant ways to start a day, but if she’s going to be sullen, then maybe spankings are the way to go.”
Again she lifts her face but doesn’t say anything.
Luke shakes his head like he doesn’t know what to do with her. We still have a few minutes before they bring out the wings, but no one talks.
“You owe me a kiss, little nympho.” Caden looks at Harper. “You ready to pay up?”
She nods.
Caden lifts her and puts her on the table in front of him, rattling the glasses. She puts her hands on his shoulders as she looks down at him with those empty eyes.
He leans in and presses his lips to hers. She doesn’t do anything, just sits there. Yup, glad I didn’t do that.
“I can do this the whole lunch until you respond, little nympho.” Caden pulls her onto his lap. “The bet was for a no-holds-barred kiss. Do I need to punish you for not complying?”
Harper
I want to glare at Caden for pulling this crap, but I manage to keep my face as placid as a lake. “You do what you have to do.”
They’ve all been seriously quiet. Normally, they talk around me, but it’s like I’m sucking all the energy out of the group. Good. Fuck them.
Caden draws me in against him, but he’s not hard. That surprises me. I figured that was just a standard for being a horseman. Or maybe I’m being effective and he doesn’t want a limp little doll he can easily control.
Maybe this will go better than I thought. Maybe a few days of this and they’ll be done with me as a lost cause. I can go back to my normal life without the horsemen in it.
A twinge strikes my heart, but I ignore it.
Caden leans in, but instead of going for my mouth like I thought he would, his lips go to my ear.
“Technically, since Luke slapped your pussy, I think that should count as touching it.” Caden’s voice is dark and dangerous in my ear.
He wouldn’t. Not here. I resist the urge to tighten my legs, but it would be useless anyway since Caden is between them.
“I could slide my hand under your skirt and against your pussy and have you soaking by the time the food gets here.” His lips and breath move against my ear, lighting sparks.
He hardens beneath me. I’m not the only one affected by his words.
“A few more minutes of kissing and stroking and I could have you coming all over my lap. Would you like that, little nympho, for your first orgasm to be at a restaurant in front of all these people? Would that get you off more? Maybe you need a crowd to turn you on? If I slide my hand into your panties right now, will I find you hot and wet and ready for me?”
Fucking Caden. His hand slides up my thigh as he leans back to meet my eyes.
I’m not going to win this game of chicken because this asshole will follow through.
He’ll slide his hand into my panties and find that his words make me wet.
Feeling him swell beneath me, for me, makes me wet.
His body pressed against mine is making me wet.
And I hate him and myself for it.
Fine, a kiss, and then I’ll go back to zone-out Harper. I lean in and claim his lips while I clamp my hand down on his to stop his progress. I put all my rage and hurt into this kiss.
His other hand cradles the back of my neck as he deepens it, sliding his tongue into my mouth. A moan builds in my throat, but I hold it back. I may have to give in a little, but I’m not giving him everything.
He reclaims his territory, sliding his tongue against mine and biting lightly on my lips. Taking his time to show me exactly how much he can make me feel.
The kiss goes on until I forget everything I’m supposed to be holding back as he rocks his cock against me. The fucker. I squeeze my thighs around his hips to get him to stop, but he chuckles into my mouth.
“Food’s here,” Eli says.
Jack laughs.
Caden pulls back and glares into my eyes. “Stop being broken.”
Fuck you. The words linger on my tongue, wanting to escape as I squint at him. Instead, I slide to the side and take my seat again. I take one of the many napkins Jack gave me and put it on my lap. Jack passes me some sauceless, boneless wings and some fries.
“Just how we like you. Naked.” Jack cocks an eyebrow at me, hoping for a response.
I lift a wing and bite into it. Actually I prefer a mild buffalo sauce, but I’m not giving these assholes an inch more today. Caden got all the play I’m willing to put forth.
Jack presses his lips together and glares at Luke. Good. Get mad at the conductor of our orchestra and not me. He’s caused this with every stupid thing he does. I can’t believe I actually let him spoon me.
It will be a cold day in hell before I let that happen again.