Page 102 of Hide Little Traitor

I meet Kingston’s eyes in the rearview mirror, giving him a smirk.

Ronan slides into the seat beside me, picking up the candy bar on his seat and staring at it for long seconds. “This is my favorite.”

“I know.” I smile.

“You remembered.”

“You’re not the only one that spent a decade holding on to every memory of someone, Ro.”

He wraps an arm around my shoulders and tugs me against him, pressing a kiss to my temple that can only be described as reverent. “I’m never letting you go again, Sparrow.”

“Good, because I don’t plan on letting you go either.”

The door on my other side swings open, and Ryker climbs inside, folding himself into the space beside me. The last place someone of his height should be is the back seat, but I suspect he’s not going anywhere that I’m not in arm’s reach, and I’m more than okay with that.

He drops a kiss to my temple as Kingston pulls back onto the highway, and I reach for the Kindle that appeared the day after he kidnapped me.

The car falls silent, the only sound is the same soft music from earlier and the tires on the road as we continue our journey to nowhere.

If we weren’t running for our lives, maybe that thought would be thrilling, but instead there’s a thread of anxiety I can’t seem to shake no matter how many of my breathing exercises I do.

I fall into the story, my cheeks heating every time something filthy happens on page because the men on either side of me are reading over my shoulder shamelessly.

I’m in the middle of an especially spicy scene where two brothers share the female main character when Ryker tugs the blanket from this morning over my lap with the guise of keeping me warm and promptly slips his hand into my yoga pants.

A fresh blush warms my cheeks knowing he’ll find me wet and needy.

“I bought you a present, Siren,” he murmurs against the shell of my ear. “Do you want me to give it to you now?”

My eyes widen, but I find myself nodding. One of these days my own curiosity is going to get me into serious trouble.

He reaches into his pocket, producing something that fits in the palm of his hand, and he slips it beneath the blanket before I can see what it is.

Ronan’s hand on my thigh tightens, making my heart kick up a notch knowing he’s watching every move Ryker makes.

I never thought I’d be turned on by my being watched, having spent so much of my life hiding away from the world, fading into the background at every opportunity. But maybe that’s part of it.

Or maybe you just get off knowing how much these men want you, I think to myself.

Glancing at the front seats, Kingston has both hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road, while Damon uses a laptop Ryker handed to him to do God knows what.

And honestly, I couldn’t care less right now. Not when Ryker drags his gift through my aching sex and presses it inside me without hesitation.

“Please tell me you cleaned that,” Ronan rumbles, his voice drowned out by the hum of the car.

Ryker flicks his attention up to him with an unimpressed glare. “Obviously.”

I let out a breathy laugh at their bickering, which is quickly cut off when whatever rests inside me starts vibrating.

My hips jerk against the seat as I grasp on to Ronan’s arm for purchase, but the brutal vibrations are almost too much.

“Sorry, Siren,” he whispers as he presses something on the vibrator, bringing down the intensity to a dull vibration that leaves me wanting more.

“How does that feel, baby?” Ronan asks, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek.

I bite down on my bottom lip as I swallow down a moan. “I need more,” I whimper.

“That’s too bad,” Ryker rumbles. “You’re going to keep that inside you until our next stop, and you’re not to come under any circumstances. Do you understand me?”