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I glare up at him but find myself nodding, because even though the idea of being forced to hover at the brink of release for what could be hours is insane to me. I’m desperate to please him, to do anything he tells me to.

“Good girl.” He brushes his thumb across my cheek, but his other hand remains in my yoga pants, occasionally pressing the toy deeper or circling my clit in too gentle motions.

I did not have being edged in the back seat during an impromptu road trip on my bingo card.

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR

KINGSTON

NOW

Jesus fucking Christ.

I’m starting to think the three people in the back seat are part rabbit given how often they’re fucking, but maybe that’s just my jealousy talking.

Chloe opens to them so beautifully, and without hesitation she hands herself to them and trusts them to catch her, and I can’t help but be envious of that bond they’re building.

Not that I’ve helped myself.

I tried to manipulate her into marrying me with orgasm denial, so I’ve certainly earned her apprehension.

But there’s only so much a man can take before he snaps, and I fear I’m rapidly reaching that point.

Chloe’s cheeks are flushed, her eyes closed as her hips shift so slightly that someone who wasn’t obsessed with her probably wouldn’t notice.

But I notice.

I see everything she does. Everything she tries to hide from the world. Every soft moan she thinks we can’t hear. Every breath she sucks in when she gets a little closer to the edge Ryker’s dangling her over.

And if all that wasn’t bad enough, the scent of her perfect pussy fills the car, making me even more desperate to taste her.

Damon isn’t faring much better, his jaw tight with tension and his hands balled into fists on the laptop keyboard.

He stopped typing twenty minutes after they started playing, and now we’re in a perpetual silence, waiting for them to throw us a crumb.

We’ve been driving for almost four hours, and I was planning on stopping at a motel off the beaten path, but I’m not ready for this to end.

Not if this is the closest I get to Chloe’s pussy for the foreseeable future.

I tighten my hold on the steering wheel as I grapple with temptation.

It would be so easy to pull over and watch them fuck her the way I did just a few nights ago, but I don’t want to watch anymore.

I want to take her the way I should have when I had her all to myself.

Thinking I could force her down the aisle with the promise of an earth-shattering orgasm was ridiculous and a little egotistical if I’m honest with myself, but I should have overwhelmed her with pleasure. I should have given her so many orgasms that she couldn’t remember her own name, let alone that her heart belonged to more than just me.

But even as I think it, I know it would have yielded the same results.

Chloe knows what she wants, and there was nothing I could have done to change the fact her heart is torn in four.

Something happened between her and Damon when they were inside, that much was obvious by the way he stormed back to the car while she practically skipped with a smug smile on her pretty pink lips.

I never thought sharing would be my thing, but watching her with each of them doesn’t have jealousy bubbling in my chest.

Seeing the way each of them gives her something the others can’t is kind of beautiful, and I know it’s only a matter of time before I’m acting the same as the two lovesick fools in the back.

The motel is only a few miles away, and I realize despite my own selfish needs to keep watching her struggle each time he brings her to the edge, it’s time for us to get the fuck out of this car.