Page 37 of My Ex-Best Men (Ex Marks the Spot #4)

***Claire***

T he two screen movie theater on Manatee Key was cozy, especially since I’d rented it out so we’d have the place to ourselves.

After grabbing popcorn and enough candy to kill someone, I settled in my seat between Zane and Anthony while Will was exiled to sitting with Sophia since he’d spent the day with me.

At least that’s how Zane and Anthony justified it.

We were watching a scary movie, one of Sophia’s favorites, and the drinks were already flowing with several of the bridesmaids being terrified of horror films. The open bar had been a nice touch but I’d skipped the liquor to have even more sugar.

Once the movie started, I was in the zone. I watched with my breath and a handful of gummy bears caught in my throat as a woman was chased through her house by a knife-wielding maniac. At the first jumpscare, I screamed like I was the one being chased and nearly gave Anthony a heart attack.

He leaned over and grunted. “I forgot how you act during horror films.”

“We never watched any together. What are you talking about?”

“We watched one together. One was all it took for me to learn my lesson.” He leaned back again and then took my popcorn from me. “You’re going to choke and the only way I want to see you choke is if it’s on my cock.”

Sophia turned from three rows in front of us. “We all heard that!”

I slid lower in my seat as a few of Jake’s other friends catcalled and laughed. Glaring at Anthony, I shoved more candy in my mouth and then turned back to the movie.

When Zane moved my candy from my lap I assumed he was just being overprotective like Anthony. I was so caught up in the movie that I gasped dramatically when two hands worked my dress up my thighs. Neither of them stopped, even when a few people glanced back, because we were hidden well enough.

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.