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I looked between the two of them and decided to let go and have a little fun. I spread my legs as wide as the theater seat would allow and was rewarded with Anthony’s breath against my neck as he moved closer.

“Good girl. You’re going to have to stay very quiet for us. Can you do that?”

Zane’s quiet voice was a growl when he moved higher up my thighs and didn’t find anything blocking his way. “She’s not wearing panties.”

“So maybe she’s not such a good girl, huh?” Anthony kissed down my neck and then bit. “Maybe this need to be watched is getting out of hand, huh? I’m not sure we should reward that type of behavior. What do you think, Zane?”

“I definitely think we’ll need to correct it before it gets out of hand.” The two of them flashed quick smirks at each other and then Zane flicked the tip of his finger over my clit. “That means you don’t come, baby. Watch your movie and maybe when it’s over we’ll take you home and let you come finally.”

Orgasm denial? I couldn’t. They couldn’t. I… Zane stroked my clit again and I couldn’t help lifting my hips to chase the feeling.

Anthony pressed two thick fingers into me and then used them like a grip to keep me seated and still. “Watch your movie. You better not let anyone know what’s happening back here.”

They were going to kill me. I was going to die from sexual torture. Not being able to chase my own pleasure or even beg for it was a special kind of torment. All I could do was sit there with my legs spread and my sex stretched and watch the movie.

By the second kill of the movie, Anthony had three fingers buried as deep as he could get inside me and Zane was stroking my clit faster. I was a breathless, shaking mess and there was nothing I could do about it.

“Everyone’s so invested in the movie, Claire. I could lift you up and pull you down on my dick and no one would know. Until you started panting and screaming, anyway.” Anthony looked over at Zane. “I bet having her ass teased in a room full of people like this would push her too far. What do you think?”

I sucked in a sharp breath but it was covered by several of the bridesmaids screaming as the killer jumped out. I dug my fingers into their arms and then shoved my palm into my mouth when Anthony pushed a fourth finger inside me, stretching me almost too full. Zane’s fingers moved past Anthony’s and he stroked the tip over my ass.

Even without any stimulation to my clit, I came hard with my teeth clamped down on my hand and my eyes screwed shut. My legs twisted closed as my body tried to get more and somehow less of the invasion. It was too much and by the time I could hear or see again, I was wiped.

Anthony eased his fingers free and licked them clean while I watched. “I think we’ll let this one slide. You weren’t supposed to come but we’re forgiving men.”

Zane pulled my dress back into place and kissed my shoulder. “Next time you come when you’re not supposed to, though, I’ll bend you over and spank you right where we are, no matter who’s watching.”

I shivered against his dark promise and curled into his side. Anthony pushed a bag of candy into my hand while taking the other one to inspect the palm I’d tried to bite through.

“Maybe we’ll need to get a ball gag so you don’t hurt yourself.”

I groaned and closed my eyes. I had nothing to say back to that.

38

***Will***

Istood at the bar outside of the theater, doing my best to control my body’s reaction to the show I’d just secretly watched. Claire was a goddess when she came, silent or not. I would repay Zane and Anthony for making sure I could see what was happening while not giving me the space to join in. Still, there was a smile on my face that nothing had been able to touch. She was moving back home.

“Just a beer, please.” I nodded to the bartender when he looked up from what he was doing and noticed me.

“Well, don’t you look happy!” Madeline walked over to stand next to me and motioned to the bartender that she’d take a beer, too. “What’s going on with you?”

I ducked my head and let out a small laugh. “I’m just…happy. How are you doing? It’s almost time for your big job, huh?”

She’d taken the job of wedding planner for Soph, even though Soph swore up and down that she didn’t need anything planned out. I was sure she’d be grateful to have someone else in chargecome the wedding day. Madeline was good at what she did, too. No one could deny that.

“This wedding is tiny compared to the ones I normally do. I could handle it in my sleep.” She narrowed her eyes and studied me. “I caught part of that show with Claire earlier. Is that why you’re happy?”

I hesitated and then felt guilty about it. Madeline had been my friend for a long time. I didn’t want to treat her differently and confirm her fears about being ditched. “Yeah. There’s been something there for a long time.”

“Did Sophia know?”

I shook my head. “No. We were afraid of hurting her. She surprised both of us today with how well she took it. Although, I’m sure she still has something up her sleeve for me as payback.”

“I’ve seen Claire hanging all over Zane and Anthony, too, though.” Madeline moved closer and rested her hand on my arm. “Is Claire not serious about you?”

I grabbed the beer when the bartender came back and thanked him. Taking a long pull, I decided that it’d be nice to talk to someone outside of the immediate situation with Claire and the guys. “We all dated her at some point in the past and we all still have feelings for her. She has feelings for us, too. We… Never mind.”