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Her scream fills the house as her pussy locks down around me, giving me no choice but to follow her over the cliff.
My balls tighten to the point of discomfort, followed by the most intense pleasure I can ever recall.
Somehow, I manage to keep thrusting, keeping fucking her through our releases, before finally collapsing over her, careful not to give her too much of my weight.
The room falls quiet, and for a few blissful minutes, I allow myself to soak up this moment, this life we’re building together.
Any concern I had about jealousy is gone, because if we can each watch our girl get fucked within an inch of her life, I think we’re going to be just fine, and that means all we have to do is rid ourselves of the threats hanging over our heads.
That just might be easier said than done.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
RONAN
NOW
Testing the temperature of the water, I give Ryker a nod before he slips Chloe into the bathtub.
She lets out a soft moan, her brow dipping as the warm water soothes her sore muscles, but not enough to make her open her eyes. She’s not asleep, but she is floating somewhere between consciousness.
“Get in with her,” he whispers, and I don’t hesitate.
Sliding into the bath behind her, she nestles between my thighs, dropping her head back against my chest where the “Sparrow” tattoo rests over my heart.
Having her in my arms like this is a dream I never thought would happen again, but now that I have her back, I have no intention of ever letting anything come between us again.
“You did so good, Chlo,” I murmur against the top of her head.
“I love you,” she replies sleepily. “I never stopped loving you, but now it feels like so much more.”
My chest bursts at the words I’ve been trying not to blurt out at every opportunity. I know she’s said it to the others, and I was more than happy to be patient and wait my turn, but I won’t lie and say it’s not a relief to hear them come from her pretty pink lips.
“I love you too, Sparrow.” I swallow past the lump of emotion lodged in my throat. “With every single piece of me.”
Ryker places a bottle of body wash and a sponge on the edge of the bath, his golden eyes at peace as he watches us.
He knew even before the rest of us that this whole sharing thing was going to work out. He could see the vision that none of us could in the beginning, but one by one we’ve come around, and Chloe is thriving because of it.
“How do you feel, Siren?”
“Sore.”
I scoff, tightening my hold around her. “I’m not surprised, baby girl. We weren’t too rough with you?”
She shakes her head, soft strands of hair brushing over my chest. Ryker pulled it up into a messy knot for her before we got her into the bathtub, and I’m not sure I want to know how he knew how to do that. “Definitely not. You all read my body like it was your own, like you could tell where the line was, and you never came close to crossing it.”
Ryker grins down at her before dropping a kiss to her lips. “You’re perfect for us.”
She preens, reaching out to take his tattooed hand in her much smaller one, and I allow my eyes to fall shut as I soak in this moment.
Before long, he squirts a liberal amount of body wash onto the sponge and washes every inch of Chloe’s body, even the parts that make the blush on her cheeks spread down her neck.
Once he’s satisfied with how clean she is, he scoops her out of the bathtub and carries her to the vanity to dry her off.
I let out the water and grab a towel before stepping out of the bathroom to make sure the bed is ready.
We’ve all been sleeping in the master with her since we arrived in Maine, but there’s only room for two of us in the bed while the other two take mattresses on the floor.
