Chapter 36
Somehow, I keep putting myself into these situations, but damn it, if I didn’t miss her bratty ass while she was gone all day.
The worst part is, it was my own damn plan that had her gone.
Not that I don’t think it’s a great idea.
No, I’m really loving the way her room is coming along.
I think she’ll appreciate the thought and the fact that we all worked on it for her, but now that she’s back, I just feel like I need her close.
The fact that I’m the only one who eats spicy food has never felt like such a win as it does right now. When I first learned Jade liked the same thing as me, it pissed me off because, of course, she did. But now, oh now, it’s perfect.
I can see the other guys want to argue, especially Trent and Kratos, since she would have been smack dab between them. But they know I’ve got them; besides, if she isn’t fighting me on it, what can they really say?
Nothing.
So I’ve won, while also somehow losing. Now I get to sit here with her on my lap while we eat, and for as much shit as I gave Zander earlier, I’m currently stuck thinking with my dick. The same dick that’s hard as a damn rock under her tight ass.
For as hungry as I was when I smelled the food earlier, I have a feeling it won’t be doing much to satisfy me now.
Jade either doesn’t notice or just doesn’t give a shit.
She loves everything with noodles, something Rick has been taking full advantage of for weeks now.
Winning points with her without her even noticing.
But this was her very first favorite meal, something she’s been obsessed with since Clair introduced it to her months ago.
I watch as her lips close around her fork, and without prompting, my brain supplies the memory of how great her lips felt around my cock. I’m hard to the point of pain already, and she’s only on her first bite.
This is going to be the longest meal of my life.
Everyone else has already started on their food while I stole Jade for myself, but that one bite is all it takes for her to steal their attention again.
The second the food is in her mouth, she lets out a moan, and just like that, I can almost guarantee I’m not the only one who’s thinking with their dick.
She does a little happy wiggle that we are all used to, something I’d always secretly thought was adorable but didn’t consider when I sat her on my lap.
My nostrils flare as I try to take a breath and force myself to relax. It’s useless, though. How do I fight against this?
I catch movement to my right and find Zander shamelessly gripping himself through his jeans.
I’d love to feel bad for him. The poor guy can hardly smell pomegranates without popping a boner nowadays.
But that’s nothing compared to my current situation.
The fact that she’s on my lap, moaning and writhing around, and I’m not even inside of her.
After the first few bites, she’s a lot less vocal, and everyone slowly returns to eating.
She didn’t notice their attention and still seems oblivious, even as they shoot her looks every once in a while.
Well, everyone but Zander, who eats with one hand while rubbing his dick through his jeans with the other.
I let her have a few bites before I pick up my own fork and start eating as well.
As much as I might have another craving right now, I know I still need to actually eat food.
It’s easy, even with her on my lap. She’s so damn small. I don’t know that she could be in the way if she tried.
With each bite, I relax a bit. I’m not stupid.
I know as long as she’s on my lap, I’ll be hard, but at least she’s still now, her mouth quiet.
A few minutes pass, and I hear her sharp intake of breath a moment before she tenses.
For a second, I worry something’s wrong, but a quick glance down at her proves she’s fine, or mostly fine.
Zander’s hand is no longer on his own lap.
Instead, it’s pressed just about as close as it can be to Jade’s pussy, with her jeans between them.
Jade’s frozen mid-bite, a forkful of noodles sitting in the air halfway to her mouth.
Unable to look away, I watch as Zander rubs up the seam of her jeans, causing her to press back harder into my chest. Her ass rubs against my already throbbing cock, and I dig my teeth into my lip to keep from groaning aloud, both from the feeling and watching them.
Had this been any other day, I would have had to stop him, but Leo and Dom left to fly out and meet with Elio just a few hours ago.
Which means I don’t have to worry about anyone else’s eyes on her but ours.
Not to mention, I can’t imagine she would appreciate this if her brother and cousin were at the table, but she doesn’t seem to be opposed to it right now.
Zander curls his fingers, and she lets out the softest whimper. She might as well have shouted, though, for the way the sound shoots through me. My hips flex as I press up into her, desperate to feel her against me the same way Zander is.
I can see it in his eyes. The way he looks at her is almost feral, desperate, and all-consuming. He’s eating her up, unaware that I’ve even noticed, not that I think he would give a fuck. No, Zander doesn’t care who watches. He enjoys putting on a show the same way I enjoy watching them.
Something about Jade is different, though.
It’s harder to sit back and watch, even if I call the shots.
It’s still hot as fuck, but it doesn’t stop the desire to be the one with her, the one enjoying her body the way it usually does.
I learned that the hard way that night with Trent and Zander.
It had taken every bit of my self-control not to rip her from between them and take her for myself.
I’d never had that issue before. Usually, watching was just as good for me, but not with her.
Not after I’d tasted her, heard the sounds that I can pull from her lips, and felt the way her pussy took my cock as if it were made for me.
And those fucking lips, the way they wrap around my cock…
No, watching her just isn’t the same as being the one fucking her.
Zander has always been all about sex, but to have him crazy about the same person like this over and over is also unheard of.
Jade is a fucking force of nature, and right now, the only thing I want is to lay her out on the table and enjoy her for dinner. I could eat her for the rest of my life and never complain.
I watch as Zander’s hand slowly creeps up her waist before disappearing under her shirt. A second later, Jade squirms in my lap as Zander’s hand reappears, pulling the zipper of her jeans down as he goes.
The kitchen island isn’t huge, and we’d actually talked about the need for a table eventually, but for now, I’m grateful to have us all sitting so close. Zander hardly even has to shift to his right to bury his hand into the front of her pants.
With slow movements, Jade moves her fork back to the box before she lets it drop back into the pile of noodles without so much as sparing it a thought.
I know the second his fingers press into her.
Her legs fall open to give him better access, and she shifts on my lap, her head falling back onto my chest. I look down at her, only to find her staring up at me.
Her pupils blown wide with desire, her lips turned up at the corner.
She knew I was watching them. Knew exactly what she was doing to me.
Her right hand finds my thigh with a punishing grip, and I can’t hold in my low grunt as she rocks her hips slowly forward and back along the length of my cock.
I can hear how wet she is as Zander continues to bury his fingers inside of her.
Her already half-lidded eyes fall closed as he picks up the pace, and I wish I could see it, taste her—fuck anything.
I’ve never been so tempted to suck on another man’s fingers as I am at this very moment.
Speaking of other men, I struggle to pull my eyes away from the vision on my lap, but I manage before sweeping the table. Somehow, the rest of the guys seem to be blissfully unaware of the fact that our girl is on the verge of an orgasm right in the middle of dinner.
All but one of them, that is.
Jake sits to my right, and when I look up, I find his eyes fixed on the spot where Zander’s hand has disappeared into Jade’s pants. His face is blank, but his eyes aren’t. No, his eyes are so full of lust; it’s a wonder he hasn’t snapped yet.
I’ve seen how he looks at her when he thinks we aren’t paying attention.
Oh, I know that look all too well.
As if he can hear my thoughts, his eyes shoot up to meet mine.
The second our gazes meet, his cheeks turn a light pink color, but he doesn’t look away like I expect him to.
Instead, he holds my gaze before his eyes ever so slowly drift back down her body.
Lingering on her chest for a moment before returning to where she and Zander are now connected.
Maybe I’m not the only one who needs a push around here.
I fought the pull I felt to Jade because I didn’t trust her, but I don’t think that’s Jake’s problem.
If anything, I think it’s the opposite. He doesn’t trust himself, worried he’s too much like his piece of shit father.
Once upon a time, I would have agreed, but I know better now.
Time for him to get with the picture, and I can’t think of a better way to do that than to give him a taste of what he’s missing out on.
Literally.
I wrap my hand around Zander’s wrist and give a tug.
He doesn’t so much as budge, but his eyes snap up and meet mine in question, and that’s enough.
I dart my eyes toward Jake and Zanders follow, seeing the way Jake’s fixated on his hand.
Understanding lights Zander’s eyes, and this time, when I pull on his wrist, he comes willingly, letting his hand slip free from her jeans.