Page 114 of Retribution

“Can I watch?” I ask, eating a grilled carrot.

“I think it’s safe to say that none of us will ever say no to that,” Lucas smirks.

“So, I can defend myself and work around the metal detector,” I confirm. “Should I assume that I can’t go to your work in a pair of leggings and a sweater?”

“Darlin’, the only one who has to live up to any type of corporate expectation is me,” he says. “Be comfortable.”

Ugh. I bought cute clothes that’ll allow me to blend better. I’ll find something from there. I dislike pastels, but I have to admit that leggings are easier to crawl in than leather pants.

I also don’t have to worry about getting stabbed around a baby either. Can I wear leather pants with a pastel sweater?

If you think that word pastel again, all bets are off, Little Nightmare.

“Out of my head, stalker,” I mutter.

“That’s rude, Grant,” Lucas reprimands, though his blue eyes sparkle.

“I hate you all,” I say. “Logistics aside now that I know what I need to grab from my weapons stash from the rental, I think I would like to go with you.”

“Alright,” Grant says. “Don’t be surprised if I put a tracker in you while you sleep.”

“If that came out of any one else’s mouth, I’d probably kill them,” I say sweetly.

“Then I guess you’re coming with us,” Lucas says, still amused.

I manage to make it all the way through dinner before Grant pulls me against his chest, pushes away from the table, and lifts my legs so that the guys can see his knot spreading my cunt open.

“Do I need to add no cock warming at meals?” Lucas asks, his eyes glued on us.

“Don’t be a wet blanket,” Oliver growls. “Look at how sloppy that pretty pussy is.”

“What did you do to get so lucky?” Alesso teases me.

“She tempted me into fucking her even after Lucas told her no,” Grant says, his voice deep and full of arousal. His hips shove upward, and I cry out as his knot pushes itself even farther inside of me. “You good?”

“Yes,” I hiss. “I swear if you stop…”

“I’m not stopping until my knot is plugging all the cum I’ve filled you with,” he grits out. “Take a breath, Little Nightmare. If you’re going to take my knot, I need you to relax. Your body isn’t riding all those heat endorphins anymore.”

“He’s right,” Oliver murmurs, licking his lips. “You’re still wearing too much, Kitten. I want to watch you play with your tits while you take the bossy asshole’s knot.”

“Only she can say that to me,” Grant complains, grabbing the bottom of my sweatshirt and lifting it.

Lucas’ lips twitch as he takes it once it’s over my head since he left me his sweatshirt to wear.

“Suck it up, buttercup,” Lucas says. “Make our girl come. That’s an order.”

“Who’s bossy now?”

Grant stops talking as he ghosts his hand up my thigh before stopping at the apex of my thigh. He begins to play with my clit, but Lucas slides a vibrator across the table toward him.

“Use the highest speed,” he advises.

Grant doesn’t seem to care about why his friend and boss has a vibrator in his pocket, and simply turns it to the highest setting and gets to work.

“Ah!” I cry out before remembering that there’s a sleeping baby between Oliver and Alesso. I have to be quiet. “I can’t.”

“You can,” Grant grunts, his hand on my chin as he pushes it toward him to kiss him.