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NINE

HALE

The four of us make it to a small diner that’s still open at nine at night, worming our way inside to grab a booth.

It’s a super cute place, and the decor reminds me of cotton candy.

We grab the corner booth, which is much too large for just the four of us, though it’s deserted in here anyways.

The teal cushions of the seats are surprisingly comfortable as I slide in, followed by Sydnee on my right, Jackson next to her, and Colby on my other side.

Just like that, I’m squished between three rockstars on a Thursday night.

I grab a menu from the center of the bubble gum pink table and begin looking over my options. The mental debate is between waffles or a burger when the waitress comes by.

“Can I start you’ns with something to drink?”

I speak up before everyone else. “I’d like a chocolate milkshake, please.”

“Water is fine with me,” Colby says.

“Do you have sweet tea?” Jackson asks, like the sweetheart he is.

“We do.” She nods.

“I’ll have a glass of that then, please.”

“Water for me as well.” Syd smiles politely to the waitress.

“Perfect, I’ll give you’ns a few to look over that menu.” Placing her pen and notepad back in her apron, she sashays away.

“Thank you,” I call out behind her as she rounds the bar.

Well, is it called a bar? It has stools sitting against it. I don’t know.

“Shit, I’ll be right back. Mom is calling me.

” Jackson stands from the table “If the waitress comes back before I get off the phone, I want a bacon double cheeseburger with the cheese fries,” he says, then jogs out the front door.

I can barely see him through the diner window if I lean enough to my right, and then he steps out of my view entirely.

Not being able to have eyes on both of my boys makes me nervous.

It’s so easy to settle back into claiming them, though they were never truly mine.

Still, I don’t need to end up on some cheesy late-night dateline show, giving an interview.

“And what do you want, Hale?” Colby says smoothly, not bothering to look up from the menu. I glance over to see what page he’s studying.

“I’m thinking about the waffles. I’m feeling my sweet tooth.” I push my hair behind my ear, continuing to observe the menu.

“I think I am, too.”

“Since when do you have a sweet tooth? I don’t think you have a sweet bone in your body anymore.”

Colby just hums under his breath, still not bothering to look up at me, but suddenly there’s a hand on my thigh. I look over at Syd, down at her hand, then back up to her face, but she doesn’t look at me either.

When the waitress returns, she asks for my order first.

“I’d like the chocolate chip waffles, and can I add banana slices to the top?”

“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 on cue, 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 the small detail 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 the relief 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 than to 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.

“Fuck, little sister, so wet for me already?” He gazes up at me, and then back at my exposed center.

The hated nickname causes a nasty effect on my arousal.

I hate it at every given moment, except now, apparently.

I can’t deny that I’m wet, even if I wanted to.

I can feel the cool air from the AC unit over my bare pussy.

Soft feminine hands slide into my shirt, lifting the hem enough to expose my lower stomach.

I look up past Colby, ensuring there are no signs of Jax or the waitress, and when I don’t see either of them, I meet Colby’s gaze again and nod.

“Tell me, brat. Use your words. Are you wet for your stepbrother?” he whispers to me, bringing his mouth a mere inch or two from my pussy, so close that I can feel his warm breath on each syllable.

A mewl escapes my throat. God, how needy must I look, nearly crying out on a diner table, with him between my legs while his bandmate clings to me, playing with my nipples through my thin bralette while I prepare to beg him to make the ache go away.

“Y-yes,” I whimper. “I’m wet for my…my stepbrother.”

Colby grunts in approval, and I can see his hand reach down to adjust himself before returning to the inside of my thighs, pushing my legs so far open that a burn starts in my hip muscles.

“This should cure my sweet tooth.” Before I can even register his words, his tongue ghosts over my labia.

Barely licking the seam of my pussy for what feels like ages, making me writhe below him.

My hands grip the edges of the table while I furiously stare down at the sight, watching as he holds his composure.

As I buck my hips into his face, I’m rewarded with his tongue sliding between my folds. I cry out instantly.

Syd pulls my bralette down under my boobs, grasping them and kneading them while pressing her own against my back. With a moan, I let my head fall into her shoulder.

“I’m going to want more of this, and you’re going to have to tell me no, okay?” Colby says against my core.

“We can’t,” I pant. “This is so fucking wrong.”

“So fucking dirty.” He licks my core again. “This is a one-time thing.” Colby swears with his lips moving against my clit, the vibration of his words working against him and our promises.

“Doesn’t it feel good? Letting your dirty thoughts become reality?” Syd whispers.

I moan again when she returns to sucking the skin where my neck meets my shoulder. She’s going to leave a hickey there, and I’m not sure that I brought any outfits that will cover that.

“Yes, fuck yes,” I cry out, and my thighs instinctively mold to Colby’s head.

The moment of pleasure doesn’t last long, because Colby smacks the inside of my thigh, pulling his mouth away from my body.

That quick bite of pain only elevates the pleasure. Being spread open for anyone to see while being licked on a diner table was not on my bingo card, but the idea that anyone could watch me, see my back arch for these two, makes this much hotter.

“No, no. I’m going to take my time tasting your sweet little pussy if it’s the only time I’m going to get it, and you’re going to behave.

Syd, control her.” His tongue begins to lap at the seam of my pussy once more, long and languid licks that do nothing but show how serious he was when he said he would take his time.

The sound of the bell above the door jars me, but my senses are too overwhelmed to move. I’m stunned by the idea of a stranger possibly recognizing my boys and realizing that the lead singer of Neon Cherry has his stepsister spread on the table in front of him while his co-singer holds me still.

Jax rounds the corner and only a moment of relief sets in before I realize I’m still fucked. How are we going to explain this to him?

My heart pounds harder as he strides to our oversized corner booth and hovers over the three of us. Colby’s tongue hasn’t stopped its merciless teasing, my palms are sweating, and Syd has my shirt lifted, fully exposing my breasts while she tortuously tweaks each nipple.

“I-I—” I try to move backwards away from Colby’s mouth, but he yanks me back into place. This time, licking a deep path between my folds and flattening his tongue over my clit.

“Colby,” I pant, Jackson’s green eyes becoming a forest path deep into his soul.

Every part of his reaction screams that he’s satisfied with the view.

“I see you two are getting along, and you,” he says, pointing to Syd, “have found a new plaything.” With a husky laugh, he slides into the booth.

At no point did I consider Jackson would be okay with walking into something like this. Syd? Yeah, sure. But Jackson, my Jaxie, practically salivating and already eye-fucking me as he takes his seat so close to me and every bit of my overexposed, oversensitive body… I wasn’t ready for that.

But that doesn’t mean I want it any less.