CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 22
The man starts walking, and Ezekiel goes to follow, but I make him stop when I take the hand he didn't put in his pocket. He looks down at it, then his eyes slowly rise to meet mine. I see the apprehension there, the walls he's afraid to let down right now. My hand tightens on his, and his grip on mine tightens as he starts walking again. I walk over to where Jeremiah's hand is still on my back and intertwine our fingers. So, we walk through the restaurant, and yes, we get glances, some curious, even a couple that seem disgusted. I don't care about any of them. I just focus on the feel of their hands in mine.

However, I'm disappointed as we walk deeper into the dining room, and I see that all the window seats are taken. Just as I open my mouth to ask the man if there's any way I can get a window seat, we come across some curtains I hadn't noticed before. It's not hard to understand why, since they're black and practically blend into the ceiling and floor. The man parts the curtain, and my eyes behold the most romantic sight I've ever seen. A rectangular table with lit candles, rose petals around it, three places in front of the seats. But only three seats, just for us. And those seats overlook the view I was hoping for.

—A waiter will be with you momentarily—, the man says.

Then, she closes the curtain behind us, creating our private oasis in this sea of beauty that surrounds us. Only candles and a smaller version of the main dining room lights give the room a soft glow.

Jeremiah walks forward, letting go of my hand to pull the chair out of the way.

—For the beautiful lady—, he says.

—Thank you very much, sir.— I laugh.

Ezequiel takes my hand as I sit down, then lets go to help Jeremiah push his chair. They sit next to me, and I take in the view. An incredible, unimaginable view.

—I have to admit—I begin—that I find it almost impossible to breathe right now—.

—Why?—asks Jeremiah.

Being here, being here with you two, knowing that you planned all of this for me, to be with me. It feels... incredible.

"But it's real," Ezequiel says, leaning in so his voice hits me right in the ear.

I turn around and our faces are so close that our noses are almost touching.

And you know I want to be here with you, right? I'm proud to be sitting between you and Jeremiah, right?

His gaze moves back and forth between mine, searching for sincerity, honesty. I know he finds it there when I hear him swallow.

\-Yeah.-

—Well, let's hope the food lives up to the atmosphere.—

—Yeah, of course.— Jeremiah chuckles. —If Jackson recommends a place, you can bet the food is some of the best you'll ever taste.—

And Jackson and Jeremiah were right. I had to restrain myself from stuffing myself with appetizers, because if they were this good, I definitely wanted to save room for the main course. I'm glad I did, because when I took that first bite of duck breast, smothered in berry sauce, I groaned, not caring if people could hear me on the other side of the curtain or not.

"Oh my God," I sigh. "This is heaven."

"This too." Jeremiah nods, chewing his food.

I don't know if you know, but when I go out to eat, I order a piece of whatever everyone else is having. So, Jeremiah, give me some of that steak. And Ezekiel, I'll have a piece of chicken waiting for you. Make sure it has plenty of sauce on it, too.

"Yes, ma'am," Ezequiel said, giving a mock salute.

Between the three of us sharing, all of our plates were empty within ten minutes, even the family sides.

—Don't tell Jackson I said this...— I chuckle. —But that was one of the best meals I've ever eaten in my life—.

—Oh, I'll definitely say it.— Jeremiah chuckles. —He'll cook for you until you say otherwise. Honestly, you win. You'll just gain a few pounds in the end.—

"Oh, is that a warning that you won't like me if I gain weight?" I put my hand to my chest, feigning offense.

Jeremiah just leans closer. “There’s no situation that makes me think you’re anything less than the sexiest woman in the world.”

"Maybe words aren't enough." Ezekiel's voice reaches my ear, his breath fanning against my neck. "Maybe he needs us to prove it to him."

There's a cough behind us, and I look at the waiter. I see that Ezequiel doesn't turn around to look at him.

"Do you want to see the dessert menu?" the waiter asks.

—Yes!— I exclaimed, making Ezequiel and Jeremiah laugh.

We are each handed a small menu while another man comes in to remove our plates.

"What's this?" I ask, pointing to one closer to the end.

The waiter leans in, his eyes lighting up. “Oh, that’s the chef’s special. It takes a little longer to make because he makes a fresh batch of caramel for each order. But I guarantee that when it’s ready, you’ll have three exquisite layers of chocolate cake with caramel between each one and a little drizzle on top. And you’ll love it.”

"We're in no hurry," Ezequiel says. "Take that one."

"I'll take it," I agree.

—Fantastic. Do you need three orders or…?—

"We'll share," Jeremiah replies before the waiter can finish speaking.

—Very well. I'll have cups of tea brought while you wait.—

"Oh, oh," I smile. "Good food, exquisite tea, and a dessert they say is to die for. You're so spoiled!"

"As it should be," Jeremiah says.

The person who cleared our table brings us our drinks and places them in front of us. However, I'm not at all interested in the steaming cup.

"Well, go ahead then," I say.

—Follow what?—Ezequiel murmurs.

—You said you'd show me how sexy you find me, and Jeremiah said he'd indulge me. I'm waiting for you to do both.

Ezequiel's lips curve into a mischievous smile. "And what, exactly, do you want me to show you?"

—You want me so much, you can make me come before dessert arrives.—

His eyes flash with lust, but then Jeremiah speaks and I turn my head to look at him.

—And how do you want to be pampered?—

I want you to have me struggling not to scream your name. I mean, we have a private room. It should definitely be used.

Ezequiel's hand reaches my thigh, sliding through the opening that leaves my skin exposed to his touch. I turn my head to see his reaction when he realizes...

"Have you been sitting here all night without panties?" he growls.

"It's a shame neither of us noticed until now," I joke.

—Let us make it up to you—, Jeremiah says.

Ezekiel's tongue peeks out, the tip at the corner of his lips as his eyes bore into mine, and he reaches in. I part my thighs for him and Jeremiah, as his fingers now run over my skin, up and up until they circle my inner thigh. He tugs on my thigh, making me open it even further. Legs spread, sitting between them, I wait to see where their fingers will go. Which will go for my clit and which for my entrance? Will they trade which part of me to stroke until they bring me to orgasm?

Ezekiel moves to my clit, not at all gentle in the way his thumb rubs in circles. My breath is already trembling. His tongue disappears back into his mouth to sink his teeth into his bottom lip as he grins, clearly feeling too triumphant so soon. Jeremiah's lips are on my neck, closing his eyes as two of his fingers trace over my lips, sliding through my wetness until they reach my entrance. I arch, more than ready for them, but Ezekiel's thumb pushes against my clit, stopping me. I open my eyes to find him shaking his head.

“You told us what you wanted us to do,” he says. “We never said you could do anything.” I give him a distressed look, but he just laughs. “Choose your words more carefully next time. But for now, just sit there and let us show you what we can do with such little time.”

Ah, I know, and I'm glad they're showing me once more. But whether I can stay still while they do it is another matter. Because already, as Jeremiah slides only the tips of his fingers inside me, I want to move my hips to take them deeper. I want to reach down and press Ezekiel's fingers to my clit, because his thumb isn't enough. But his teasing smile tells me he knows and that he's toying with me.

"Kiss me," I whisper.

He leans forward, bringing his lips to mine, wasting no time before sliding his tongue into my mouth. I moan around it, and he gives me what I want, swapping his thumb for three fingers, rubbing again and again. Jeremiah's tongue is working too, licking up my neck to my ear, making me shiver in my seat. He moans in my ear and then, finally, sinks his fingers into me. I can't help the way my body jerks up to meet them. Ezekiel bites my tongue for my disobedience, and I whimper into his mouth, but I don't stop arching.

I struggle with even trying to stay still. I move my hands to keep from doing what I really want: to reach for their cocks, to beg them to fuck me right here in this restaurant, instead of playing this game I shouldn't have started. I see now that all I've done is torture myself. One hand goes to Ezekiel's short hair, pulling his head closer as his tongue lashes against mine furiously, a dark promise of what's to come next, I'm sure. The other tangles in the strands of Jeremiah's hair, pressing him harder, where he kisses my neck again. But he doesn't stay there for long.

My hand remains in his hair as he moves down, covering my skin with kisses until he parts my dress to surround my nipple with his lips. I barely, barely, keep myself from arching into his mouth. Ezekiel breaks the kiss, watching his brother's mouth on me, his fingers penetrating me faster. Jeremiah's fingers seem to match his rhythm, penetrating me faster. My body has no choice but to shudder with the force with which he thrusts into me.

Ezekiel's eyes lift to meet mine, his tongue flicking across his lips. And then he moves my dress aside as well, exposing my other nipple. He raises an eyebrow as I push at his head, urging him closer, but he allows it, moving down until his lips are inches from my nipple. His fingers move slower as he licks me back and forth. Jeremiah sucks harder on the nipple in his mouth, drawing a gasp from me. I slump back in my seat, looking for an excuse to rock my hips forward. Jeremiah allows it, sinking his fingers deeper inside me. Ezekiel, however, pinches my clit.

"That just makes it easier for me to come," I say with a chuckle.

"What are you waiting for then?" she asks against my chest.

—So that both of them can do me.—

I feel his lips curve over my skin before he says, “Don’t you know better than to challenge me?”