YOU'RE DRIPPING THROUGH YOUR PANTIES, BABY. BE QUIET.

Chapter 4

The restaurant was busy but not loud. Soft music, low conversation, the clink of cutlery. We sat in a corner booth. I was between Rhys and the wall. Julian across from me. Cassian at the end of the table where he could see everything.

Menus came. Water came. I stared at the words without reading them.

Rhys’s hand was still on my knee under the table. Heavy. Warm. He didn’t move it for a while. Just left it there like a reminder of the car.

I tried to act normal. Ordered something simple when the waiter came. My voice sounded almost steady. Inside I was still shaking. My panties were soaked. I could feel the wet fabric sticking to me every time I shifted on the seat.

Cassian ordered wine for the table. Julian asked me questions about my classes like this was a regular birthday dinner. I answered without really hearing myself. My mind kept going back to the weight of Rhys’s cock under me in the car, how hard he’d been, how close I’d been to grinding on him until I came.

Then Rhys’s hand started moving.

Slow. Up the outside of my thigh. Under the hem of my dress. His fingers traced the edge of my panties. I went still.

He didn’t look at me. He just kept talking to Cassian about something with the business while his fingers slid higher and pressed against the wet fabric right over my pussy.

I bit the inside of my cheek hard.

He rubbed me through the panties in slow circles. My clit was already swollen and the pressure made my hips twitch. I gripped the edge of the table so tight my knuckles went white.

Julian glanced at me. His eyes narrowed just a little.

Rhys pushed two fingers against my entrance through the soaked fabric and pressed in. Not inside me — just stretching the wet cotton into me while he rubbed. It felt filthy. Direct. My thighs started to tremble.

I tried to pick up my fork. The food on my plate looked blurry.

He started moving his fingers in a steady rhythm, fucking me through my panties under the table while the rest of the restaurant went on like nothing was happening. Every push made a soft, wet sound I was terrified someone would hear. My breathing got shallow. I could feel how slick I was, how the fabric was completely stuck to me now.

A small sound slipped out of me. Not loud. But not quiet enough.

Julian’s spoon hit the floor.

He bent down to get it. I felt his gaze from under the table. He stayed down there a second too long. When he sat back up his face was calm, but his eyes were dark.

He reached under the table, took my ankle, and guided my legs across the space so they rested over his lap. My calves settled right on top of the hard length of him. He was thick and fully hard just from watching what Rhys was doing to me.

Julian’s hand stayed on my ankle, thumb stroking once like it was nothing.

Rhys never stopped. His fingers kept working me through the wet fabric, pressing deeper, rubbing my clit with his thumb on every stroke. My hips wanted to move. I forced them still. My face felt hot. I could feel how soaked the seat under me was getting. I was dripping through my panties in a restaurant and two of them were watching.

Cassian watched us over the rim of his glass. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. The look in his eyes said he knew exactly what was happening under the table and he was letting it continue.

I tried to take a bite of food. My hand shook. The fork scraped the plate.

Rhys leaned in slightly, voice low enough that only I could hear.

“You’re dripping through your panties, baby. Be quiet.”

I swallowed hard. My pussy clenched around the pressure of his fingers. I was so close it was humiliating. Sitting in a restaurant, dress still on, getting fingered through my underwear while two other men watched and one of them had my legs on his cock.

Julian shifted under my legs, letting me feel every thick inch of him. His voice was soft when he spoke to the table.

“You okay, princess? You look a little flushed.”

“I’m fine,” I managed.

Cassian set his glass down. “Maybe we should get the check.”

No one argued.

Rhys gave my pussy one last slow press with his fingers before he pulled his hand away. The loss made me want to make a sound. He wiped his fingers on the inside of my thigh like it was nothing, then fixed my dress.

Julian kept my legs on his lap until the waiter brought the check. Only then did he let me go.

We stood up. My legs felt weak. The wet spot on my panties was cold now against my skin. I smoothed my dress down with unsteady hands.

Cassian paid. Julian put a hand on the small of my back as we walked out. Rhys stayed close on my other side.

No one spoke until we were outside in the cooler air.

Cassian looked at me, then at the other two. His voice was quiet.

“Car. Now.”

We followed him.