53. Chloe
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
CHLOE
NOW
Damon doesn’t bother coming out for dinner. He’s locked up tight in his bedroom like a teenager who hates his parents, and despite my desperate need to make things right, I don’t bother him.
I accepted a long time ago that my care for Damon is one-sided, and although there have been glimmers of hope that there’s still something there, I refuse to let myself get my hopes up.
I know a lost cause when I see one.
My call with Camilla was an adventure. Between Kovu hijacking the phone every thirty seconds and him and Ryker trading knife recommendations, I barely got to speak to her, but she sounds good. Happy.
Things are changing in New York, and she assured me it was a good time for me to be out of the city as things transition to a new normal.
I miss her, and I even find myself missing those sociopaths of hers, but as she so helpfully pointed out, I seem to be collecting my own, and when I tried to deny it, Ryker took the phone and all but told her about the threesome we had last night.
I think my cheeks will be heated with embarrassment for at least another week after that.
Now we’re sitting on the couch watching an old action movie on a television that I think might be as old as I am, but I’m not paying attention.
I haven’t been since Ryker slid his hand beneath my oversized shirt and started slowly circling my clit through my panties.
And as if that weren’t bad enough, Ronan has an arm thrown over my shoulder, gently brushing my nipple through the thin fabric.
Kingston sits across from us pretending he doesn’t know what’s happening over here, but the bulge in his sweatpants tells an entirely different story.
For a man that prides himself on control, he struggles to stop himself from looking over here every few seconds.
His hands are fisted over his chest, his body locked tight with tension, and I can’t help but wonder if this is some kind of game to make him snap.
It wouldn’t surprise me. Ryker does seem to enjoy meddling far more than someone with his occupation should.
“You’re soaking through your panties, Siren,” Ryker murmurs against the shell of my ear. “I bet he can smell your arousal from over there.”
My lips part, but I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from moaning.
“You smell so fucking good, Sparrow. What do you think he’d do if I kneeled between your legs and spent the rest of the movie having your pussy for dessert?”
I swallow another moan that tries to escape, but when Ronan pinches my nipple, I can’t catch the hiss that follows.
Kingston’s dark eyes lock on mine, and I’m sure he can see how flushed I am. The room may be dark, but the glow of the television is more than enough to show how these men affect me.
I’m both desperate to ask them to stop and to beg them for more, but they don’t make me ask for what I need.
Ryker slips his fingers beneath my panties, running them through my aching heat and letting out a pleased rumble. “So fucking wet, Siren.”
He finds my clit at the same time Ronan slips his hand into the neck of the shirt, his warm fingers brushing my hard nipple and almost sending me across the room.
Every touch is maddening. Both too much and not enough, and all the while Kingston watches beneath dark lashes.
I never thought I would enjoy being put on show like this, but the thrill drives my arousal through the roof.
Being watched is even more exhilarating than the idea of being caught.
Ryker dips a long finger into my sex and pumps it a few times, taking extra care to drag his fingertip over my front wall.
Jesus.
I had multiple orgasms last night. I should not crave another one this badly.
He withdraws and presses a second finger in beside the first, adding a delicious stretch that drives my need higher.
A soft moan escapes against my will, but I’m too far gone to care. If Kingston doesn’t want this, he can leave.
He doesn’t have to sit there. He doesn’t have to watch.
But he is.
His eyes flick between my face and Ryker’s hand moving between my thighs, occasionally pausing on the movement beneath my shirt.
“Look at how he watches you, baby,” Ronan whispers. “He wants you so fucking badly.”
“But he’s stubborn. He won’t come over here unless you ask. Do you want that, Siren? Do you want all three of us to have our hands on you?”
My lips part to reply, but instead of words, a whine slips free as Ryker’s thumb begins moving in tight circles over my clit.
Kingston’s eyes flare, his hands tightening on the arms of the chair as if they could keep him tethered in place.
“Or do you want him to be forced to watch as we make you come? Do you want to punish him for edging you? For using your pleasure against you?” Ryker asks, and this time I find myself nodding.
I do want to punish him.
I want him to know what it’s like to be pushed to the edge over and over again but not be allowed to fall.
“Good girl,” Ronan praises, all pretenses of secrecy out the window.
“Tell us what you want, Siren. Tell us where you want us.”
I swallow. “I want Ronan to eat my pussy, and I want to suck your cock while Kingston watches.”
All three men groan, but there isn’t a second of hesitation before I’m carefully moved to one end of the couch, making room for Ronan to lie down, and then my panties are pulled off and I’m positioned with my pussy over his face.
“Sit down, Sparrow. It’s been too fucking long since you’ve sat on your throne.”
“Jesus,” Ryker hisses. “I might come the second your lips wrap around me, baby.”
He shucks his pants, tossing them behind the couch somewhere, before standing behind the arm of the couch behind Ronan’s head. “Should we take this shirt off, Chloe? Should we let Kingston see your perfect body while we use you?”
I nod. Despite barely wearing anything, I’m overheated. The warmth from the fire was cozy before they started touching me, but now it’s too much.
He drags the shirt over my head, unveiling my bare skin inch by inch as if he’s putting on a show for Kingston, but I’m distracted by Ronan’s tongue as it drags through my aching heat. Between the sound of his mouth on me and his moans of enjoyment, I can barely think straight.
“Ride his face, Siren. Use him for your pleasure the way we use you for ours.”
“Fuck,” I whine, already barreling toward the edge, and they’ve barely touched me.
I meet Kingston’s eyes as I tilt my hips, shifting over Ronan’s sinful tongue and earning me another round of groans.
I’ve never felt more powerful than I do in this moment.
He’s barely holding on to the control he prides himself on, and the idea of making a man like him break brings a smirk to my lips.
Ryker steps in front of me, cutting off my view, but I don’t get a chance to protest before his cock taps my lips and I open without hesitation.
The taste of him is so fucking addictive I’ve been craving him since last night, desperate to feel him lose control from my mouth alone.
“That’s it, Siren. Relax your throat just like I taught you,” he praises.
Ronan groans beneath me, his grip on my thighs tightening. “She fucking loves that.”
“Oh, I know she does.” He chuckles. “Our girl loves to be praised.”
He presses forward until his cock rests at the back of my throat and I swallow around him, desperate to give him everything he needs.
“Did you know that, King?” Ryker asks, looking over his shoulder at his boss. “Did you know Chloe gushes when you praise her?”
“I did,” he rumbles, his voice thick with arousal, and I find myself wishing I could see him.
Ryker hums, feeding his tattooed fingers into my hair and thrusting slowly. “There you go, baby. You just take everything we’re giving you, and we’ll take care of the rest.”
He sets a slow pace that allows him to slip into my throat with each thrust before retreating to allow me to drag in a breath, while Ronan pushes me closer to the edge with every flick of his tongue.
“You’re so fucking pretty with my cock in your throat, Siren,” Ryker murmurs just for me, making my chest tighten. That shouldn’t be sweet, and yet it is.
Just like Ryker.
Because he may be a six-foot-five wall who kills for a living, but with me, he’s nothing but a giant teddy bear.