But then I hear it.
A quiet moan.
One so familiar I’d know it in every single lifetime.
My chest tightens to the point of pain, but my feet carry me closer. I should walk away. I should go back to bed and pretend I didn’t see or hear anything.
But maybe seeing it will make it easier to follow my father’s orders. Maybe knowing she’s moved on and that there’s no chance for us will break the spell Chloe Weaver has always had on me.
Following another moan and a quiet voice, it only takes a handful of seconds to find them.
He has her pressed against her car, his body blocking her much smaller one from view, but being the glutton for punishment that I am, I step closer, needing to see her.
Needing to see that she wants this the way he so obviously does.
Chloe has her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, her eyes closed and her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
Any delusion that she wasn’t a willing participant flies out the window, and now I’m just watching the love of my life with another man.
The woman I always imagined marrying, the one I thought would be the mother of my children, the person I expected to grow old with.
Even in the darkness when no one could see, I still thought about those things every single day since she left.
Her eyes drift open, her lips parted as if she’s about to say something, but then she pauses. Her gaze locks on mine, bodystilling for just a second, and for a moment I think she’s going to tell him to stop.
But then she moans a single word that tears my heart straight from my chest and stomps on it.
“Ryker.”
I should go inside and start plotting how to get her back to Miami, how to do as our father has ordered.
Except I can’t stop watching the way they look together.
And Chloe can’t tear her eyes off me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
CHLOE
NOW
This is so wrong, and yet I can feel the wetness between my thighs as Ryker guides his hardness through my slick heat.
“You’re so wet for me, Siren,” he groans against the shell of my ear. “Your pretty pussy is weeping for me.”
“Yes,” I whine. “Please.”
“You want me to fuck you, baby? You want me to slam into your tight cunt and fuck you out here in the open where anyone could see us?”
His words only drive my need higher, my body desperate for everything he’s offering.
Finally tearing my eyes off Ronan, I brush my lips against the shell of his ear. I don’t want our silent viewer to hear this part, but Ryker needs to know.
“It’s been a long time for me.”
“How long, baby?”
“Almost a decade.”
