Page 12 of Clandestine

“Of course you can, doll. And for you.” She points her pen to Syd.

“I’ll do the two scrambled eggs, hash browns, and wheat toast, please.”

“You? Is the other boy returning also?” She looks out the window for Jackson.

“He is. We’ll both have the bacon double cheeseburgers and two cheese fries.” Colby closes his menu and grabs mine and Syd’s to stack together before handing them off to the waitress. I look at him, confused. He had just said he had a sweet tooth, and I know he’s not watching his added sugar intake.

“I’ll have that right out.” The waitress smiles once more before walking into the kitchen, out of sight.

“I thought you had a sweet tooth.” I raise my eyebrow in suspicion.

“I do.” His eyes meet mine at the same time his large hand grips my other thigh, eliciting a gasp. I’m being held on to from both sides. One touch is slightly gentler than the other, but neither any less possessive.

“You see, I’m tired of pushing you away, Hale. I’m tired of pretending I don’t want you as badly as I know you want me.”

Shock must be written all over my face, but no denial leaves my lips, even knowing that this conversation has an audience.

“I see the way you look at me, at my bandmates.” He gestures to Syd before looking down at her hand on my thigh as well, slowly creeping beneath my skirt. “I see your thick thighs clench together around Jackson. I can handle it. You wanting all of us. But it’ll be me who tastes that sweet cunt first.” His straightforward words create chaos in my mind, and right oncue, my thighs attempt to clench, despite them both holding each one to keep them open.

“T-taste me?” My heart beats out of my chest, and the heat in my stomach spreads as if it’s trying to consume my body whole. With his gaze is trained on me, I’m seeing a different side of Colby.

“Is this some kind of joke, because it’s not funny, Colby. If you’re trying to get back at me for earlier, I didn’t realize you were still in the bathroom.” My cheeks flush with shame, and I make sure to omit thesmalldetail that I pictured him a couple of times during the event in question. “Did you two plan this while I was getting dressed?”

Something, or should I say, someone, grazes the fabric of my panties, causing a shiver over my skin despite the two warm bodies next to me.

“Even you know that I would never push a joke this far.” He adds a sliver of pressure, and I exhale roughly. Syd brushes my hair away from my neck, and her breath is a warm caress against the sensitive skin there.

I don’t want to crave this moment. I shouldn’t desire this, and I know that. No matter how dream-like it feels to have their attention solely on me.

“I would never let him take a joke this far,” she whispers, and her lips graze my earlobe.

“We-we’re in public, and Jax is right outside. The waitress could come back any minute,” I pant out as Colby grazes his finger ever-so-slowly across my panties, repeatedly. I can barely get the words out between the tingling sensation of the lips on my neck and the finger rubbing against my center.

“Jackson will be on the phone for a while. I may have tipped off his mom, but I’ll take care of the waitress.”

I immediately resent the lack of contact against my clothed pussy the moment he stands. Goddamnit, I was so close to therelief I’ve been searching for. But Syd doesn’t make me wait for long. Her teeth nip against my neck and her own hand trails farther up my thigh to take Colby’s place.

It feels like a fantasy come to life, having two people pull and yearn for me at once. I angle my head to give her better access, pleading in my mind that this moment never ends.

Colby makes his way to the bar-not-bar, and speaks with the waitress, but they’re too far for me to hear. He reaches into his pocket and hands the woman what I assume is cash, before she smiles at him and heads into the kitchen again. Colby returns, but he doesn't sit.

“Two problems solved. Now, I know your default is brat, but I need you on this table, now.”

“You want me on top of the table?” I’m hesitant and confused when Syd pulls away from me. But Colby is right; I know him enough not to take a joke this far.

Scooting out of the booth, I stand on shaking knees, squeezing myself into the tight space between his body and the table. Colby lifts me onto the table effortlessly, and I fight my denim skirt from riding up.

His large hands travel smoothly up my thighs and slip beneath my skirt, grabbing the waistband of my panties and pulling them down my thighs and off my legs in the most delicious yet painfully slow way.

“Spread your legs for me,” he breathes as he leans into me, his lips resting next to my ear. And I do so on command. His voice is dripping with lust, and as wrong as it may be, I want more of it. I want more of my stepbrother commanding me in this terribly wrong way.

With a jolt, part of me sees reason. “We can’t, Colby, this is too far.” This is wrong wrong wrong on so many levels and not a single one of us can deny the fact. My body tenses at my brain’s betrayal. I’m already wet, and I want nothing more thanto spread myself wide for his deliciously large and tattooed body, but I really shouldn’t.

“What’s the harm in one night of play? No one has to know. One night, one time to get it out of our systems,” he promises me.

I’m kind of terrified that this is a dream, a wet dream, and I’m possibly in the same bed as three of the most attractive people I know. But the possibility doesn’t stop the way my body reacts when Syd slides her body against mine behind me on the table, wrapping her arms around me and spreading my thighs open for him.

“Good girls.” The sight of Colby dropping to his knees on the checkered diner floor erases the thought from my mind. I don’t care if it’s a dream. I don’t care if it can only last for one night. My desire is shameless right now.

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