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“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.

CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

CHLOE

NOW

I’m sated in a way I can’t ever remember being, but then again, I’ve never spent hours with a toy inside my pussy being held on the edge, so I guess that makes sense.

Kingston pulls the car into a motel parking lot and barely gets it into park before Damon shoves his door open and stalks toward the office.

A deep chuckle vibrates against my chest, and I snuggle deeper into Ryker’s arms. “Won’t be long before he snaps.”

“I thought he was going to steal her right from between us when King pulled the car over,” Ronan says, brushing his fingers down my back.

Kingston shakes his head as he trails after the angry Lombardi brother, leaving me with the two men that have shown me a whole new world of pleasure.