Burned (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(49)

“You okay, sweetness?” he asks me sometime later. Drake and gag-me have moved out to the dance floor. She’s shaking her ass, bending down and touching her toes and sticking it up in everyone’s faces. I don’t see how Drake can be that clueless, but whatever.

“Yeah, just thinking,” I tell him, trying to smile.

“I’d say overthinking.”

“No, not really. I mean, I know that what you said, you said because of—”

“I said the parts that count because I meant them,” he says, his hand coming back to cup the side of my neck, his thumb brushing along my chin.

“Okay.” I wonder what parts he thinks counts.

“You’re overthinking, sweetness.”

“Is that a fact?”

“Mmm-hmm. I’m going to have to find a way to make you stop that.”

“I miss your t-shirts,” I confess, running a hand over the buttoned up shirt he wears. I don’t know how a hot biker can manage to pull off slacks and a buttoned-up shirt, but he rocks it.

He smiles. “You don’t say?”

“Yeah. I wanted to see what you would come up with next.”

“I’ll surprise you. Come here and give me those lips.”

“I think I’ve given you too much lately.”

“Is that right?” His face moves closer to mine. “I think you’re going to give me even more. I think you’re going to give me everything I want.” His hand moves up my leg.

“Hunter.” I try to protest at about the same time his hand finds my *.

“God, sweetness, you’re soaked for me.”

I wrap my hand around his arm in a weak attempt to pull him away, but then his finger skates over my clit. I’m already on edge and, with just that little touch, I’m primed.

“Let’s go home,” I tell him, unable to keep the pleading out of my voice. It doesn’t even matter that I’m calling some hotel “home”. It’s a nice hotel, it’s a suite, and it’s close to a home. If I wasn’t missing Gabby and my sister so much, I’d be more than happy to stay there.

He pushes a couple of his fingers inside of me, and I’m unable to tell him no. Right now, I just want more.

“Do you feel the way your * squeezes around my fingers, sweetness?” he asks into my ear. “Do you see how f*cking full you are with that plug? Look around. No one here would even imagine that you’re getting it in both holes right now. They have no idea that I’m finger-f*cking you or that I’m about to make you come while they’re sitting there eating their dinner.”

“Jesus, Hunter…”

“Maybe I need to slide under the table and eat you. I bet my girl would like that, wouldn’t she? Tell me, would you come loudly even in a room full of people?”

His words are more effective than any hands-on foreplay. They are enough to send me over the edge. I can feel my orgasm right there, just within grasp. That’s when Drake and gag-me come back to the table. My entire body tenses up and I expect Torch to remove his fingers, but he doesn’t. He keeps them lodged inside of me. He doesn’t really thrust them, but he does slide them around. I shift uncomfortably, hoping he’ll take the hint to remove them. Instead, his thumb pushes hard against my swollen clit.

“Hey, you two. You want some dessert before we call it a night?” Drake asks, motioning for a waiter.

“Actually, I could use a little taste of something sweet. What about you, sweetheart? Do you want something?” he asks, his face all innocent.

I wonder what he’d do if I told him I did want something: to come. Knowing him, that’s exactly what he wants me to do.

“I could go for something,” I answer stupidly. It’s hard to think when he picks that moment to slide his fingers out of me and slide them over and over my clit. My dress is up to my hips now. I’m sitting across from Drake, who seems to be smiling a little too much. Gag-me is shooting daggers with her eyes. I feel like they know what’s going on and I’m praying they don’t look under the table. At the same time, I’m fast-approaching the point where I don’t give a f*ck. Torch’s fingers are moving slowly over my clit, giving me a taste of what I want, but it’s not enough. I’m busy trying not to thrust my hips or move in a way that might give away what Torch is doing to me. I didn’t even realize he ordered cheesecake until he’s holding the spoon near my mouth.

“Open up, sweetness,” he says, pushing the spoon to my lips. My eyes are locked on his as I take the spoon in my mouth and suck the small bite of cheesecake inside. Its flavor dissolves in my mouth, but I barely notice it. The sweet taste is nothing compared to the look in Torch’s eyes. That’s a look I could get drunk on. His fingers pick up their speed. I look around, scared that he’s giving us away. They have to know what he’s doing. Drake is talking to gag-me and they’re not really looking at us. I can’t believe it. It feels like everyone should be watching. I bite down on my lips as I feel my * quiver. Torch’s fingers move faster and faster over my clit in small circles, and upon the completion of each one, he pushes against my clit, pulling it to the side. My brain tries to keep up with the movement, but soon I can’t. I feel the fire flood through my system. I’m going to come.

“More, Hunter. I want more.” And there’s no f*cking way he could think I’m talking about the cheesecake.