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Zayden nods, and I look between them. “Pick what up?”

“Just a gift,” Zayden says. Xavier and Yale move dishes into the small dining room off the kitchen, and once we’re alone, Zayden asks, “Are you okay?”

“Yep. Things have been fine. I’ve been more worried about you. What happened in Seattle?”

The soft lines beside his eyes deepen as he frowns. “Too much. Let’s just enjoy tonight. If you still want it to go ahead?”

“Yes,” I say, maybe too quickly, but Zayden smiles. “I thought it would be weird, but … it’s not. It’s really not.”

“Good. Still, we can stop whenever. This is your show, baby. You run it.”

I grip his tie gently and pull his lips closer. “Don’t say that. The power might go to my head.” He laughs against my mouth and kisses me. I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer, and he deepens the kiss, his hands framing my face as his tongue massages mine.

“Ready?” he murmurs, and I nod breathlessly.

He helps me off the stool, and, hand in hand, we go to the dining room. It’s a small table, more for breakfast than dinner, but the actual dining table is enormous and impersonal.

Xavier and Yale are already seated across from each other, and as I pull out my chair, I pause. Blinking, I look between the three of them as Zayden takes his.

“What’s this?”

“Your seat,” Xavier says smugly.

I glance back down at the chair, where a thick, fleshy dildo is suctioned to the seat.

“Seriously? You want me to have that inside me for the whole meal?”

Yale picks up his knife and fork. “Yep.”

I wave my finger between them. “And you’ve all discussed this?”

“You’re the one who suggested a group chat,” Xavier reminds me.

I can’t even remember the last time I used a dildo—I’m more of a vibrator girl—but I’ve also never wanted to be fucked by my husband’s brothers before, either. Might as well dive into the experience.

Unbuttoning my jeans, I push them down, along with my panties. When I take my T-shirt off, Yale speaks. “You don’t have to be completely naked.”

I make a point of dropping my panties onto the center of the table. “If you’re teasing me, then I’m teasing you.”

Once my bra is off and all eyes are on me, I step in front of the chair and position the dildo at my pussy. I’m already wet from the whiskey and Zayden’s kiss, so I easily slide down onto it. I close my eyes, relishing the stretch, and moan through gritted teeth as I’m fully seated. It’s long. Not as long as Zayden, but not far off. My nipples harden, and a shiver works its way down my spine as pleasure throbs gently at my core.

I ease the chair forward, trying to ignore the chill on my ass from the wood.

Three pairs of green eyes watch me, and I feel very much like a deer that’s wandered into a pack of wolves, but damn, I want them to eat me.

“Shall we?”

We begin our meal, and I’m almost trembling with every move.

“Silence said something interesting before,” Yale says, cutting into his meat. “She said she can tell us apart from our footsteps.”

“Really?” Zayden meets my eye.

“Yep, I—” I shift in place and moan, gripping the arms of the chair. Arousal drips onto the seat, and I swallow. “Yeah, I know you apart from little things.”

“That’s interesting,” Zayden says, watching me.

I squeeze my thighs together and keep eating.