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RYKER

NOW

Ispend a lot of time in cabins like this one.

Although this one is significantly nicer than the ones I use to kill my targets.

Regardless, I’ve missed the serene mornings. The sound of birds chirping in the trees on the other side of the windows.

Burying my face in Chloe’s auburn locks, I drag in her scent, reveling in finally having her back in my arms.

I’m a stubborn motherfucker, and I was never going to allow her to slip through my fingers, but the last couple of weeks without her have been as close to hell as I’ve been in a long time.

Ronan stirs on her other side, rolling onto his back to stretch out his muscles. Our girl didn’t move at all through the night, which means we didn’t either. I can’t speak for him, but I couldn’t have dragged myself away from her soft body even if I’d wanted to. Which I didn’t.

I could spend the rest of my life in this bed worshipping Chloe.

“Morning,” he rumbles, rolling back onto his side to brush his fingers through her hair.

Pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, I carefully roll her onto her other side so she’s resting on his chest before slipping from the bed.

If I ever want a chance at spending long days in bed with her, sustaining myself on her pussy alone, I need to ensure every threat to her life is eliminated.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“I need to talk to Kingston about making sure we’re secure here.”

I shove my legs into my discarded sweats and tug a shirt that I’m not convinced belongs to me over my head.

It doesn’t matter. If we’re going to share a girl, we may as well share clothes as well.

“She’ll keep sleeping if you stay with her,” I tell him when he looks conflicted about getting up as well.

If I have it my way, Chloe will never be alone again. One of us will always be with her to ensure she’s safe and happy.

But to make that happen, I have to get the other two assholes on board with sharing her.

Kingston won’t be as hard a sell as you would think. He’s pined after her for years and rearranged his entire life to make room for her. He’s not going to give her up just because he’s not the only one she wants.

The other Lombardi brother is the problem.

Damon has spent so many years repressing his feelings for Chloe that it’s going to take a lot of pushing to make him snap.

It’s a good thing I enjoy getting on people’s nerves.

Once I’m dressed, I allow myself one more look at my siren before slipping into the living room, where I find two tired-looking men at the counter, each with a coffee in hand.

A cocky smirk tugs at my lips as I wander into the kitchen, making myself a cup and taking a sip of the bitter liquid.

“Sleep well?” I chime.

“You’re an asshole,” King growls.

“I’m sorry our girl’s screams kept you awake. Maybe next time you’ll come in and join us.”

“You should gag her next time. I don’t need to hear that shit,” Damon grumbles.

My grin widens. “Oh, she was gagged.”