32. Chapter 32

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" I 'll be back, I'm going to use the restroom," Ryker announces getting up from the booth. I take the last bite of my food before pushing the plate away.

"Was it good?" Jace asks, resting his hand on my thigh.

Nodding, I reach across for his water, gulping most of it down.

"Are you mad at me?" he blurts out.

I freeze, setting the water down. Why would he think I'm mad at him? Sure, I'm not happy about going to help Luna, but I know she means something to Jace. Even if it's not romantic, I know they're friends and because Jace is important to me, I guess I have to behave. Even if I don't want to.

I shift around so I'm sitting sideways facing him, grabbing his hand. A deep frown pulls at my brows, hating that he thinks I'm upset with him.

"Please tell me you're not upset, I can't stand it," he whispers, brushing some of my hair behind my ear. I lean into his hand, shaking my head.

"You're not mad?" he asks again.

I shake my head again, leaning forward and closing the distance between us. My lips land on his. Jace immediately wraps an arm around my waist, practically pulling me into his lap. My cheeks burn as I realize there's people probably staring at us, but Jace doesn't care. Not when his tongue brushes my lips, seeking entry.

That is until someone clears their throat. "Your check." The waiter lays it down, glaring at us. I pull back, blushing worse than before. I don't know what came over me.

"Come on," he mutters. Getting out of the booth, he holds his hand out for me. Ducking my head, I take his hand, pulling him towards the restrooms. Jace follows, stopping me from entering.

"Let me check it first."

Nodding my head, I stand in the doorway waiting while he checks each stall. Once he's cleared it, he stops in front of me, kissing my forehead. I don't think I'll ever tire of them kissing me on the head.

"I'll wait outside."

Nodding, I wait for him to leave the restroom before I walk into one of the stalls. Doing my business, I change my tampon before flushing. Stepping out, I wasn't expecting anyone to be in here since Jace just checked to make sure no one was, and I assumed he would be standing watch.

"Where are you going, pet?" Ryker smirks.

Blowing out a breath, I shake my head, rolling my eyes.

You scared me, I sign, moving around him. Ryker grabs the back of my hair, shoving me against the wall.

"What did I tell you about being a brat?" He growls into my ear. My eyes widen, trying to see him from the corner of my eye. He can't be serious. "Spread your legs," he orders.

I don't move, I can't. Because there is no way he's serious. We're in a public bathroom where anyone can walk in, and if he thinks—

SMACK.

His palm connects with my ass. Even with pants on it burns. My hands clench into fists on the wall, my eyes slamming closed.

"Open your fucking legs, pet," he hisses, smacking my ass again. Turning me around so my back is now up against the wall, I bite my bottom lip, and I shift my feet, opening my legs. Ryker grabs the back of my pants and panties, yanking them down. My eyes pop open, confused and turned on, more than I should be. He bends his knees on the ground. I can barely believe what he's doing, not when he pulls one of my legs out of my pants and over his shoulder. Reaching between my legs, he grabs the white string and pulls my tampon out. Pulling his mask up over his head, I hold my breath, confused until he pops my bloody tampon into his mouth.

He groans around it, while my eyes widen, caught between being turned on and disgusted. What the hell is wrong with him?

Pulling it from his mouth, he shifts, tossing it into the trash can. Pulling something from his pocket, I realize it's a vibrator. I start to shake my head while he places it in his mouth, getting it wet.

"Lesson one," he mutters, pulling the thing from his mouth. "Don't ever tell me to bring it on." I can barely focus on his words, not when he places the bullet vibrator against my clit, slipping it through my folds.

"Lesson two." Glancing up, he smirks just as he thrusts the bullet into me. My mouth falls open, the air caught in my lungs. "Being a brat has its consequences, remember that."

Bending forward he places a single kiss against my clit, swiping his tongue along my slit. Dropping my head against the wall, my hands grip his hair, begging him to keep going. Only the fucker stops. Dropping my leg, a new sensation goes through me, feeling full and warmth spreads through my body. Ryker grabs my leg, helping me back into my leggings.

"Come on, I'm sure Jace is freaking out by now." Ryker stands, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the bathroom. Each step causes a new rush through my body, and every time Ryker glances behind me, I try to mask anything I'm feeling.

If he wants to play this game, he has another thing coming.

Jace stands by the restaurant door waiting for us. Bypassing him, I storm towards the car with Ryker hot on my heels.

"She doesn't look happy," Jace mutters under his breath .

"She's just mad." Ryker chuckles. Rolling my eyes, I stand by the back door, waiting for Jace to unlock the door. The moment he does, I climb inside, slamming it shut. Ryker and Jace both share a look before Jace gets back into the driver's seat and Ryker in the passenger.

"Get to the states and then we'll stop," Ryker says. Leaning forward, I squeeze between their large shoulders, turning the volume up on some country radio. While I'm not a fan of country, it's better than the blood rushing in my head and the pressure between my legs.

Fuck Ryker.

After hours of driving, my clit throbs, and Ryker hasn't turned the damn thing on. I shouldn't beg for him to torture me, but I know the moment the thing goes off I'm going to cum. But he hasn't touched the damn remote. He and Jace just talk amongst themselves, acting as if I'm invisible back here. Maybe I should have ridden up front and annoyed the both of them.

Scooting to the middle, I spread my legs, biting my cheek. Fuck them. If they want to play, so can I. Slipping my hand into my panties, my swollen clit thanks me the moment I slowly rub it in circles. Keeping my eyes on the rearview mirror, I catch Jace's eyes as he realizes what I'm doing.

"Blake," he warns. That catches Ryker's attention, who turns around in the seat, seeing what I'm doing.

"Remove your hand, pet," Ryker orders .

Shaking my head, I add pressure to my clit, rubbing harder. Ryker narrows his eyes at me, and I bet if he weren't wearing that mask his jaw would be ticking.

"Remove. Your. Hand." He growls out each word. It's a warning. I know this, but I don't care, and I won't stop.

Something wild takes over my body as the bullet vibrates through me. I rip my hand from my pants, gripping the edge of the back seat. My head falls back, the pressure building until I'm just there. Then it stops.

Picking my head up, I glare at Ryker, biting down on my cheek so hard I break the skin.

"Brat," is all Ryker says, turning back around.

Holding my breath, I imagine stabbing him in the eye. Plucking his eye out, chewing it up and then spitting it at him. Fuck him.