64. Kingston
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
KINGSTON
NOW
Jesus fucking Christ.
I’m starting to think the three people in the back seat are part rabbit given how often they’re fucking, but maybe that’s just my jealousy talking.
Chloe opens to them so beautifully, and without hesitation she hands herself to them and trusts them to catch her, and I can’t help but be envious of that bond they’re building.
Not that I’ve helped myself.
I tried to manipulate her into marrying me with orgasm denial, so I’ve certainly earned her apprehension.
But there’s only so much a man can take before he snaps, and I fear I’m rapidly reaching that point.
Chloe’s cheeks are flushed, her eyes closed as her hips shift so slightly that someone who wasn’t obsessed with her probably wouldn’t notice.
But I notice.
I see everything she does. Everything she tries to hide from the world. Every soft moan she thinks we can’t hear. Every breath she sucks in when she gets a little closer to the edge Ryker’s dangling her over.
And if all that wasn’t bad enough, the scent of her perfect pussy fills the car, making me even more desperate to taste her.
Damon isn’t faring much better, his jaw tight with tension and his hands balled into fists on the laptop keyboard.
He stopped typing twenty minutes after they started playing, and now we’re in a perpetual silence, waiting for them to throw us a crumb.
We’ve been driving for almost four hours, and I was planning on stopping at a motel off the beaten path, but I’m not ready for this to end.
Not if this is the closest I get to Chloe’s pussy for the foreseeable future.
I tighten my hold on the steering wheel as I grapple with temptation.
It would be so easy to pull over and watch them fuck her the way I did just a few nights ago, but I don’t want to watch anymore.
I want to take her the way I should have when I had her all to myself.
Thinking I could force her down the aisle with the promise of an earth-shattering orgasm was ridiculous and a little egotistical if I’m honest with myself, but I should have overwhelmed her with pleasure.
I should have given her so many orgasms that she couldn’t remember her own name, let alone that her heart belonged to more than just me.
But even as I think it, I know it would have yielded the same results.
Chloe knows what she wants, and there was nothing I could have done to change the fact her heart is torn in four.
Something happened between her and Damon when they were inside, that much was obvious by the way he stormed back to the car while she practically skipped with a smug smile on her pretty pink lips.
I never thought sharing would be my thing, but watching her with each of them doesn’t have jealousy bubbling in my chest.
Seeing the way each of them gives her something the others can’t is kind of beautiful, and I know it’s only a matter of time before I’m acting the same as the two lovesick fools in the back.
The motel is only a few miles away, and I realize despite my own selfish needs to keep watching her struggle each time he brings her to the edge, it’s time for us to get the fuck out of this car.
“You ready to come, Siren?” Ryker asks quietly.
“I can’t,” she whispers, shaking her head as a handful of tears fall against her cheeks. “It’s too much.”
“It’s going to feel so good to finally get to come,” Ronan tells her, flicking her nipple through her hooded sweatshirt.
I know for a fact she’s not wearing a bra, considering I was holding a jacket to the front window while she was changing and turned around to check on her when she almost tumbled off the back seat.
“It’s too big, Ro. It feels like it’s going to swallow me whole.”
Damon curses, slamming the laptop shut so hard I’m surprised the screen doesn’t shatter.
I can’t help but chuckle at his reaction as I guide the car to the shoulder and put it in park before turning in my seat.
Chloe’s eyes are wide when they meet mine, her cheeks the most delectable shade of pink I’ve ever seen.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Mama,” I croon. “You going to come for us? You’ve been torturing us for hours with your little whines and soft moans. Don’t you think we deserve to watch you come?”
She bites down on her bottom lip, glancing at Ryker who stares down at her with a reverence I didn’t think he was capable of.
His hand moves beneath her yoga pants, the blanket all but forgotten as a soft buzzing fills the car, and a sob tears from her chest.
“Come for us, Siren.” He barks out the order, his tone so at odds with the way he normally speaks to her, but as if she has no other choice, her release takes her on her next breath.
Her body tightens, her hands clutching Ronan’s as if it were her only lifeline as violent trembles overcome her.
“That’s it, baby,” Ryker murmurs. “Give us everything. I want every drop of your pleasure.”
Damon finally looks over his shoulder, no longer able to hold himself back from temptation, and I don’t miss the way his brother smirks when he finally breaks.
It won’t be long before he finally stops fighting his need for her, and personally, I hope I have a front-row seat for that fireworks show.
“You did so good, Sparrow,” Ronan praises as Ryker slips the toy from her pussy and I get my first look at the device that played a part in my torment over the last few hours.
“Where the hell did you get that?” I ask, my eyes locking on the vibrator that’s been inside her since we left the gas station.
“They had a surprisingly good selection in the aisle next to the snacks. Maybe the truckers like to get freaky during their rest stops.” He shrugs.
Ryker drops the toy into the bag at his feet and unclips Chloe, lifting her until she’s draped over both him and Ronan.
If there’s one of us I thought would be incapable of sharing, I would have guessed it would be the solitary psychopath who gets off on new torture tactics. But I was so wrong.
It seems I was wrong about a lot when it comes to Chloe.