Page 61 of Stay Little Fighter

I’m desperate to deny her for hours, pushing her right to the brink of oblivion over and over again until she’s a sobbing mess, but tonight isn’t the night for that. We’re all impatient to get inside her and keyed up from almost losing her.

Thoughts of Chloe in the back seat of the SUV fill my mind, the memory of her riding the edge of orgasm for so long tears rolled down her cheeks.

Yeah, I need to make that happen again.

Ryker drops the hand from her hair but keeps the pressure around her throat as his tattooed hand glides down her perfect body.

He doesn’t pause until it joins mine between her parted thighs.

Chloe sobs when his fingers press to her clit, her body begging for the orgasm we won’t let her have. Not yet.

Not until one of us is inside her, and we’ve got a long way to go before that will be happening.

“Look at you, Sparrow. You’re taking them so well. Like you were made for them, made for us.”

His words have her pussy clenching around my fingers. She is so fucking wet that we’ll have no problem sliding inside her despite the snug fit.

“So perfect,” he murmurs, pushing to his feet and coming to stand beside us.

Ronan turns her head to look up at him, and her lips are quickly devoured by the first boy she ever loved.

He kisses her softer than Ryker did, sliding his tongue along her lips before devouring her moans of pleasure as we drive her higher.

I tear my eyes off her to look over at Damon. His jaw is tight, his eyes wild with need as he watches every move she makes.

There’s a ghost of something else in his burning gaze that takes me a moment to place, but perhaps it shouldn’t have, because it’s the same thing I’ve seen in the mirror a million times.

Guilt and uncertainty swirl just beneath the lust, flicking into place for a handful of seconds before being overshadowed by his need for Chloe.

A thick finger presses in beside the two I’m pumping inside her, and I meet Ryker’s eyes over her shoulder as she cries out.

“That’s it, baby. Let them get you ready to take us. Let them stretch your pretty pussy for us.”

Ronan’s filthy mouth might be the thing that pushes her over the edge at this point. Who would have thought that, out of the four of us, he would be the dirty talker?

Chloe nods frantically, tears staining her cheeks as she stares up at him with love and desperation. “Ro,” she whines.

“I know, Sparrow.” He gathers her hair at the nape of her neck and brings their foreheads together. “You’re doing so good, baby. I’m so fucking proud of you. You’re going to make us feel so good.”

This time it’s Ryker who curses, and I can’t help but chuckle.

Maybe I was worried about sharing for no reason because I’m having a really fucking good time so far.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

CHLOE

NOW

Overstimulated doesn’t even begin to describe how it feels to have the hands of three men on me at once while a fourth watches.

It’s too much and not enough all at once.

I’m desperate to come, to fly over the edge into oblivion, but I’m equally as terrified of the orgasm that awaits me.

Kingston murmurs praise against the shell of my ear while Ronan kisses me so deeply I almost forget to breathe.

Their fingers move in tandem, pushing me higher with every pump, but I have to keep reminding myself I won’t be coming anytime soon.