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He presses forward until his cock rests at the back of my throat and I swallow around him, desperate to give him everything he needs.

“Did you know that, King?” Ryker asks, looking over his shoulder at his boss. “Did you know Chloe gushes when you praise her?”

“I did,” he rumbles, his voice thick with arousal, and I find myself wishing I could see him.

Ryker hums, feeding his tattooed fingers into my hair and thrusting slowly. “There you go, baby. You just take everything we’re giving you, and we’ll take care of the rest.”

He sets a slow pace that allows him to slip into my throat with each thrust before retreating to allow me to drag in a breath, while Ronan pushes me closer to the edge with every flick of his tongue.

“You’re so fucking pretty with my cock in your throat, Siren,” Ryker murmurs just for me, making my chest tighten. That shouldn’t be sweet, and yet it is.

Just like Ryker.

Because he may be a six-foot-five wall who kills for a living, but with me, he’s nothing but a giant teddy bear.

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

RONAN

NOW

Inever thought group sex would be my thing, certainly not with Chloe.

But fuck me.

I’m about to blow my load, and she hasn’t touched me.

Just like last night, she follows every command Ryker gives her without hesitation.

I’m distracted each time his cock disappears down her throat, both jealous and proud of our girl for taking everything we give her.

That’s one of the reasons I didn’t think sharing would be for me. Apart from the locker room in high school, I’ve never been comfortable being naked around other men. But it’s different with Ryker. There’s none of the awkwardness, and when we’re in the heat of the moment, it doesn’t even cross my mind that what we’re doing is anything other than perfect.

Chloe cries out as Ryker twists her nipple, causing her pussy to clench as I drag my tongue through her sex.

I used to love going down on her when we were teenagers. It was the hottest fucking thing to make her come with nothing more than my mouth, and that hasn’t changed even after all these years.

I’m just as obsessed with the taste of her cunt as I was a decade ago.

Kingston still sits plastered to his armchair, holding on for dear life to stop himself from crossing the room and joining the show.

I’m vaguely aware of Damon being able to hear us from the door to our right, but I don’t give a fuck. If there’s one person in this cabin that needs a reality check about their own feelings, it’s my brother.

He may be able to lie to our father, even lie to himself, but he can’t lie to me. Not when we’ve spent our whole lives being trained to spot deception.

One of Chloe’s hands threads through my hair, tugging at the short strands as she grinds down on my face, dragging a rough groan from my throat.

Yep, I’m definitely at risk of coming in my pants the way I did the first time she dry humped me behind the storage shed in junior year.

Ryker chuckles roughly, but it’s clear how affected he is by her mouth. “You’re torturing poor Ronan with your moans, baby girl.”

“I don’t think that’s who’s being tortured here,” she replies, a smirk tugging at her swollen lips.

Jesus. She’s so fucking pretty like this.

Chloe Weaver is the most beautiful woman in the world all the time, but when she’s flushed with arousal, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire, I fall even harder for the only girl I’ve ever loved.

Ryker plucks her off the couch, tearing a moan from the both of us. “Pants off, Lombardi. Your turn to feel our girl’s mouth around your cock.”