44. Chloe
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
CHLOE
NOW
His words wash over me, and my stupid heart does a flip at what sounded a lot like a threat.
“Oh, things will be working out, Siren. I have no intention of ever letting you go.”
It’s naive to think that things can work out between us.
Camilla’s situation is so different from this one, not least because the guys were already a unit long before they met her.
And how is it fair for me to expect them to put their grievances to the side just to make me happy?
I don’t get a chance to argue before Ronan is behind me, tipping my hips up in line with his cock while Ryker shoves a pillow beneath me.
“Do you want me to wear a condom?”
I shake my head. “I have an IUD, and I’ve only been with Ryker since the last time with you.”
Silence fills the room, and I glance over my shoulder at the man I’ve spent a decade longing for. Even when I thought he hated me, even when I believed he may have known what his father was planning to do to me, I never stopped needing him.
His eyes are filled with emotions I can’t place as he drags a gentle hand down my bare back. The oversized shirt gathered around my shoulders.
Ronan swallows heavily. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
My lips part in surprise. “No one?”
“No one else was ever you, Sparrow. I never gave up on finding you, and even if I had, the idea of another woman touching me made my skin crawl.”
My chest tightens as tears gather in my eyes, my own emotions running rampant through my chest.
He gives me a soft smile. “Waiting for you to come back to me was the only thing that made sense.”
“You two are sickeningly cute,” Ryker comments, reminding me of the compromising position I’m currently in.
“You’re going to have to up your game, bodyguard.” Ronan smirks, dragging his cock through my aching heat.
“Last time I checked, you’ve never spent seven hours in the trunk of a sedan.”
“I think that’s closer to stalker behavior than cute.”
He shrugs, and I can’t help but giggle. The two of them bickering is kind of sweet, and for the first time I allow myself to think things could work out between the three of us.
Damon and Kingston may be an impossible sell, but I think I could feel complete without them, even if my heart will always long for two parts of itself.
“Oh, you think that’s funny, Siren?” He smirks down at me. “How about we put those pouty lips to better use?”
I nod, dragging my bottom lip between my teeth as he positions himself in front of me.
Up close, his cock is as beautiful as it is intimidating, the contrast between thorns and roses making me desperate to taste him.
Flicking my tongue over his tip, I groan as the taste of his precum bursts across my taste buds.
“Jesus,” Ronan murmurs, sinking inch by inch into my needy pussy. “So fucking tight. You’re taking me so well, Sparrow.”
I clench around him as his praise washes over me.
Ryker brushes tendrils of hair from my cheeks, gathering the strands at the base of my skull as I swirl my tongue around his head.
It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve given head, but what I lack in recent experience, I make up for in desperate enthusiasm.
“Your tongue is making me see stars, Chloe. Can you take a little for me, baby girl?” Ryker presses his hips forward at the same time Ronan bottoms out, and I feel so impossibly full I can barely make sense of where I end and they begin.
I gag when he presses against the back of my throat, and he retreats immediately, giving me a few seconds to catch my breath before slipping back between my lips.
I’m overwhelmed in the best way, every nerve ending firing with pleasure as they find a rhythm that works for them.
Ryker pushes to the back of my throat again, holding himself in place as I lap at the underside of his cock. “Take a deep breath for me, and then I want you to swallow when you feel like you’re going to gag. Can you do that for me, Chlo?”
I nod around him, my eyes watering as Ronan’s thrusts increase in intensity, driving us both closer to release.
Following Ryker’s instructions, I pull in a breath as he presses forward, forcing my body to relax as I swallow around the head of his cock, and this time I don’t gag.
A guttural moan fills the quiet alongside the slap of Ronan’s thighs hitting my ass with every thrust.
Ryker slips into my throat with ease, holding himself there for a handful of seconds before retreating to allow me to breathe.
He repeats the process again, this time slipping deeper, but he never looks away from my eyes. He knows when I need a break, even before I do, and never fails to notice when my body begins to panic.
“I’m close,” Ronan warns from behind me, his thrusts becoming shorter and more urgent with each retreat. His fingers find my clit, driving me closer to the edge I’ve been riding since they slipped inside me.
“You ready to be filled with our cum, Siren?” Ryker asks, swiping a bead of precum along my bottom lip as he gives himself a few brutal pumps.
“Yes,” I whine. “Please.”
“Holy fuck,” Ronan rumbles.
“Such a perfect little set of holes for us, aren’t you, baby girl?”
His words are all it takes to throw me over the edge into an orgasm unlike any I’ve ever had. Dark spots burst into my vision, my body locking tight around Ronan as he shouts his own release.
Ryker slips between my lips, pumping his hand over his length as I desperately lap at the head, and he doesn’t make me wait long. Thick ropes of cum land across my tongue, and I swallow them greedily, unwilling to waste a single drop of his release.
“Look at you, so desperate to take our cum. You’re perfect to be shared, Siren. Perfect to be used like the pretty little whore you are.”
I sob as fresh waves of release wash over me.
Ronan throbs inside me, holding himself as deep as he can get as his fingers clutch my ass so tight I’m sure I’ll have fingerprints bruised into the soft flesh when we wake up.
We collapse in a pile, our bodies spent from the intense pleasure.
They each drop a kiss to my bare skin as they catch their breath, and I curl against Ryker, fatigue weighing down on me.
I may have been struggling to sleep before, but I doubt I’m going to have any trouble after that workout.
“You’re perfect, Siren.”
I smile against his bare chest, reveling in the way Ronan wraps around my back.
A door slams somewhere in the cabin, and they each chuckle.
“Which one do you think it was?” Ronan asks.
“Damon for sure. That guy has been repressing his need for our girl for most of his life by the sound of it.”
Our girl.
I repeat the words over and over as I allow sleep to drag me under, not bothering to rein in my hopeful heart.