“I would never want to take something from you that you value,” Maddox says to his brother while he works a finger into his fiancé’s slit. “I’m offended that you think so little of me.”
I grip the edge of the table, my head spinning so hard I think I’ll faint or sigh and spread my legs. Instead, I squeeze my thighs together, trying to get his hand out, but it only holds it more firmly in place. I bite down on my lip as he works his middle finger against my swollen flesh, already slick with my arousal.
Maddox picks up a piece of chicken and bites into it like nothing’s happening, like he’s not fingering his brother’s fiancé while he sits across the table from him, a picture of innocence. I consider picking up a fork and stabbing his hand with it, but that would require his hand to be on the table, not wedged between my thighs.
“Vení,” Valeria says, smiling so tightly her lips lose their color, like petals pressed between the pages of a book. “This is nice. Having all three of you under my roof again, if only for a meal. But maybe it was a bad idea to invite a pretty girl to live here. I should have seen this was inevitable.”
“No,” I say quickly. “Thank you for doing that. I can’t thank you enough.”
I want to say more, but Maddox pushes the heel of his hand against my clit, and words desert me. I grab for my wine so I won’t pitch out of the chair.
“It’s not her fault,” Maddox says, massaging my clit slowly while he palms my pussy. “We’ve always had our differences. They were bound to come to a head eventually.”
“He’s right,” Lennox says, laying a hand on mine and making guilt wash over me like a tidal wave. “It’s not your fault, Rae. It’s easy to point fingers, but this is just the culmination of a lot of years of pent up frustration.”
“So much frustration,” Maddox says, spreading my lips and teasing my entrance with the tip of his finger.
“Well, I hope you boys can put those quarrels behind you now,” Valeria says. “Rae’s going to be a permanent part of the family, so you’ll have to find a way to welcome her into our home, Maddox.”
“Welcome to the family, little girl,” he says, slowly sinking a finger deep inside me.
I choke on my wine. Maddox sucks in a sharp, audible breath when my core clenches around his finger reflexively. I’m grateful to have a reason to pull my hand from Lennox’s to grab my napkin and hold it over my mouth. I’m grateful my coughing fit stifles the sound Maddox made, the one no one remembers as they ask me if I’m okay. Lennox reaches over to pat my back.
When I finally recover myself, Maddox is way ahead of me. He’s already pumping his finger into me in a slow, relentless rhythm, no sign that his earlier slip even happened.
“You good?” he asks, smirking at me.
I press the napkin to my lips to stifle my gasp as he curls his finger inside me, hitting the spot that makes me explode every time. I squeeze my eyes closed and nod, willing myself not to climax in the middle of family dinner.
“I’ll get you some water,” Lennox says, pushing back and standing. He walks right behind me, and I freeze, my heart racing as Maddox torments that spot inside me, coaxing me closer to the edge.
Lennox comes back and sets the glass down next to my plate, leaning between me and Maddox. He pauses, and I tense, waiting for him to say something, though I can’t tell how much he can tell by our positions. Can he see that Maddox’s hand is aimed in my direction under the table?
He kisses the top of my head and returns to his chair.
“I think a toast is in order,” Valeria says, picking up her wine. “Congratulations, you two. I never imagined I’d have a daughter so soon, but I think we can all agree you’re a wonderful girl, Rae. We’re happy to have you in our family and our lives.”
My hands are shaking as I reach for my glass. I grip the stem for dear life and lift it to tap it against hers, then Lennox’s. He gives me that dimpled smile that makes my heart shatter as Maddox circles his finger against my walls, grinding his palm onto my clit. I almost yelp, but I swallow it with a gulp of wine. Maddox raises his brows and holds his glass toward mine, reminding me I forgot to clink my glass with his.
Our eyes meet, and he gives me the smuggest smile that’s ever graced a pair of lips. “Everyone loves a happy ending,” he murmurs, bumping my glass and pulsing his finger against the spot inside me again. He touches his lips to the edge of his glass, flicking his tongue against the rim.
I remember that tongue inside me, and I can’t hold back any longer. The orgasm explodes inside me, hard and fast. My hips jerk forward, and my wine glass topples as I try to set it down. I cry out, grabbing for the glass and pretending that’s the reason for my gasps. I can’t even see where the glass is, though. Black spots swim in my vision, and my walls clench and pulse rhythmically around Maddox’s finger as it holds steady pressure against all the right places inside me. I grab the edge of the table, and my toes curl, and all I want to do is throw my head back and lift my hips, spreading my knees and letting him fuck me with his fingers until I fucking die.
Because I want to die. I want to die of embarrassment as Valeria rushes to get a roll of paper towels to clean up the mess I made. I want to die as Lennox watches, a frown on his brow and realization dawning as he sees my cheeks flush and my eyes clear. I want to die as Maddox lazily strokes my swollen, tender clit with his soaked finger a few times before pulling my dress down and patting my knee in the most patronizing way imaginable.
“Isn’t that right, Rae?” Maddox asks as Valeria comes back and drops a handful of paper towels onto the puddle of red.
“What?” I manage, avoiding their gazes and helping dab up the mess.
“That everyone loves a happy ending,” he says. “Though if you ask me, you don’t have to get married to get one of those. They can happen any time. Hell, even an engagement dinner can have a happy ending. Isn’t that right, little girl?”
“That would be nice,” Valeria says, looking at him like she knows something’s up but she’s not quite sure what. “Since I made a lovely dessert. Can we get through that without you boys killing each other?”
Lennox just stares across the table at his brother with cold fury burning in his eyes.
“I’ll give it a shot,” Maddox says cheerfully.
Valeria stands and stalks to fridge, apparently giving up on figuring out the reason for the tension. Thank god for small miracles, because I might actually drop dead if she knew I just came at her dinner table while being finger-banged by her son—not the one whose engagement to me was just announced.