Page 107 of Stay Little Fighter

He leans back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest and sighs. “Lighter. Like the weight of the world is no longer resting on my shoulders and I can truly breathe for the first time in my life.”

A soft groan pulls our attention to Chloe as she unfolds herself from Kingston’s lap with an adorable frown.

She’s so fucking cute when she wakes up. Hell, she’s cute all the time, but especially when she’s rumpled and sleepy.

“You okay, Siren?” I ask as she crosses to where I’m sitting and perches herself straddling my lap.

My cock jerks in my pants. It’s been perpetually hard since I found out it was Chloe who killed Salvatore. Something about my girl landing a headshot really got me going, and the only time it settled down was when we were at the cemetery.

Thank God.

If I didn’t already have a one-way ticket to hell waiting for me, I sure as hell would if I had a boner while watching the people I care for most in the world grieve.

Not even I’m that much of an asshole.

A soft moan escapes as her hips grind down on me, making my eyes widen.

“Seems our girl is feeling a little needy,” Damon says.

Pressing a kiss to her throat, I nip at the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “Do you want us to take you to the bed in the back and take the edge off, baby girl?”

She barely gets a chance to nod before I’m on my feet with her legs wrapped around my waist and I’m carrying her toward the closed door at the back of the jet.

I glance over my shoulder at Damon watching us with the same hunger burning through me. “You coming?”

CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT

CHLOE

NOW

Maybe it’s the idea of being truly free for the first time in years, or maybe it’s just because I have four impossibly hot boyfriends that know exactly how to get me going, but when I woke up, all I could think about was climbing one of them like a tree.

Lucky for me, two were available, even if it is the two most likely to kill one another.

Ryker drops me in the middle of the bed as Damon steps into the room and closes the door behind him. Their heated stares glide over my body, sending a shiver of need to my core.

The way they look at me is addictive and I hope it never changes.

Leaning up on my elbows, I drag my bottom lip between my teeth, desperately trying to stop myself from begging them to touch me.

As badly as I need their hands on me, I know better than to rush them. They’ll give me everything my body needs just the way they always do.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Damon murmurs.

“Strip for us, Siren,” Ryker adds.

I drag in an unsteady breath and push myself up, tugging my sweatshirt over my head before I can lose my nerve.

It’s silly feeling self-conscious around them when they look at me like I’m their reason for breathing, but I’m not sure it will ever stop being overwhelming to have their undivided attention.

Their eyes flare when they realize I wasn’t wearing a bra, and each reaches forward, brushing their thumbs over my peaked nipples.

A needy whine escapes me, making them smirk smugly.

Who knew they could work together so seamlessly?

“No bra?” Damon asks.