“Eyes open, darling, see what you do to them,” he murmurs in my ear, and my eyes shoot open.

I look at Diesel first, the crazy bastard, who has his cock out. I groan as I watch him circle his length, uncaring about being in public. His trousers are undone, his eyes on me as Kenzo fingers me.

My mouth waters at the sight of him. He’s thick, so fucking thick, and across his cock is black ink. He got his dick tattooed. It doesn’t even surprise me, nor the piercing at the end—he probably got off on it. Except I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like inside me, that piercing dragging along my walls…

Kenzo adds another finger, making me moan loudly as I unashamedly tilt my hips to meet the thrust of his hand. “Look at my brother, see his eyes? They’re on fire, melting for you. He tries to fight it, hates that he can’t control you or his reaction to you, but look.”

I follow his bidding and gaze at Ryder. I meet his eyes first, and see what Kenzo is talking about—they are melting. A fire wars with ice there as his face tightens. Running my eyes across his body, I note his chest is heaving slightly, his hands are clenched into fists on his thighs, and his trousers are…stretched across his hard cock.

He wants me.

It shocks me, and I groan loudly as Kenzo speeds up his fingers, fucking me for real now. I lose myself in it, in the pleasure coursing through me at being watched, and being in the middle of all these powerful men and making them weak. Putty.

Raising my hips, I shamelessly ride his fingers, chasing release as he whispers dirty words in my ear. He bites on my earlobe. “I bet if you reach over between Garrett’s legs, you’ll find him hard too.”

Swallowing, I glance over at the big guy, who’s trying his hardest not to look at me. His face is locked in a scowl, his body tight and leaning away like he can’t bear to touch me anymore. His hands…they are balled into fists, the tattoos stretching across his scarred skin, but they are shaking slightly.

My gaze slides down his wide chest to his lap, which I can spot just below the table. Kenzo is right. He’s hard.

Fuck.

Kenzo chuckles in my ear. “So am I, remembering the way you writhed beneath me, how tight your cunt was around my cock, milking me. How fucking beautiful you looked under me. I bet D is recalling as well. Ryder…Ryder is imagining it, wishing he was there. Wishing he was me, feeling your wet little pussy wrapped around his fingers right now. Feeling how close you are to coming from my touch and their eyes.”

Moans leave my lips unchecked, his dirty words making me hot until I want to tear off my clothes and just mount him like a fucking animal. To ride his dick right here, right now. He groans in my ear like he knows what I’m thinking, his fingers stretching me as he rubs my clit.

“I want them to see you come, to hear you moan. For everyone in here to know whom you belong to, who brings you pleasure that no one else ever will,” Kenzo growls.

Panting, I shake my head, trying to fight it, but it’s too late. My orgasm surges through me. As it takes hold, my eyes clash with Ryder’s, and for a moment, I see the inferno raging in his gaze before my eyelids close, a low scream leaving my lips as I come.

Fireworks explode as he fucks me through it, his fingers struggling through my tight channel, his thumb rubbing my over sensitive clit, making a groan leave my lips as I try to pull away, but I’m weak and spent.

I slump backwards, panting hard, my eyes flicking open to meet Ryder’s again, but he blinks and the ice is back, like I never saw what I thought I saw. Glancing over, heart slamming in my chest, I see Diesel tucking away his softened cock with a napkin balled into his hand…did he come? Christ.

Kenzo chuckles in my ear, and I shove him away. He leans back, his fingers pulling free from my soaking pussy with an audible squelch. Clenching my thighs together, I cringe at the wetness coating them.

I pant, unable to catch my breath, and my body is still shaking from aftershocks as I watch Kenzo pull his hand out, the one he fucked me with, showing them all my release across his fingers. His eyes meet mine as he raises them to his arrogant mouth and licks them clean.

Fuck.

I can’t take it anymore, I need a moment to regather myself. I feel raw and exposed, and they are all still watching me.

“Can I go clean up?” I murmur.

“No,” Ryder snaps.

“You will sit in your own release, knowing that’s only the first of many today.” Kenzo grins.

Fucking assholes.

Just then, our food arrives, and I can’t meet Red’s and the other server’s eyes, like he knows what just happened. Shit, did he wait until I was finished to bring it over? My cheeks stain red at that. How fucking embarrassing. Even for me.

But then I gather myself. No, fuck that. I refuse to be embarrassed. This is my body, if I wanted to ride all their dicks right here, I would. Swallowing, I raise my head and meet the server’s gaze. His cheeks are pink, and as soon as I meet his eyes, he drops his to the table, quickly handing out the food before running away. Red chuckles and follows after him.

“And they say we’re scary, you should see you. It’s fucking brilliant.” Diesel grins before grabbing his burger and taking a huge bite.

I do the same, starving after the day I’ve had. I don’t bother to eat politely. Fuck them. If they wanted a classy bird, they should have kidnapped one. I eat like me, scarfing down my food only the way a kid can who was always scared they would never have their next meal.

When I’ve eaten as much as I can, I lean back, guilt filling me at the garlic bread I didn’t finish. Another thing I learned from starving, eat everything, because you never know when you will eat again. But I can’t, I’m too full. I try to tell myself it doesn’t matter, I’m not starving anymore, but it’s a hard habit to break.

Ryder leans over the table and gently presses my chin up, his eyes flickering between mine like he can see my internal war. It’s stupid, but panic claws at me. Will he be angry I couldn’t eat it all?

He softens for a moment. “Breathe,” he murmurs, before reaching down and plucking the last piece of food from my plate and eating it with his hands, which is unusual for him. When he’s done, he meets my gaze and wipes his mouth, and I know.

He did it for me.

I sit back, beyond shaken from the day. Honestly, there has been too many emotions to handle. I just sit in silence as they finish eating. Glancing over at Garrett, I realise his plate is sitting in front of him untouched.

I lean closer. “Aren’t you hungry?” I ask.

“Not for food,” he growls, and looks down at me, his eyes dark and his lips tight with lust. I gasp, shivering under that stare. I thought he hated me.

Ryder’s phone rings then, pulling me from our moment, and I glance away, escaping those eyes. Fuck, what are they doing to me? I can’t zone in on Ryder’s conversation, but right after, he flags down a waiter.

“Grab Red for me,” he demands.

Not two minutes later, he’s at our table. “We have to go, thank you for the food, what do we owe you?”

“Fuck that, you know I don’t accept your fucking money, but I have some information for you.” He leans closer then, meeting Ryder’s gaze. “The men are local thugs, easy to deal with, but there is a bounty on your heads, my friends.”