Page 108 of Stay Little Fighter

I shake my head. “I just wanted to be comfortable.”

We each took turns showering when we got back to the jet. Even with as much distance as we kept from the fire at the compound, we all stank of smoke, and I needed to wash the whole day from my skin.

I killed a man today.

The father of two of my guys.

Even though he deserved it for everything he did, all the pain he caused the people I love, it’s still weighing on me more than I would like.

He gives me an understanding nod. “Pants off, pretty girl.”

Shoving my sweatpants and panties down my legs at the same time, I throw them across the room and lean back against the soft sheets.

“How do you want us, Chloe?” Damon asks, tugging his shirt over his head in one smooth movement. “Do you want one of us to fuck your pretty pussy while the other fucks your mouth? Or do you feel like something a little more…intense?”

Heat spreads through my body, a trail of pink moving over my skin and making them both chuckle.

“I think she wants the latter,” Ryker says as he crosses to his duffel bag in the corner. “You want one of us in your pussy and the other in your ass, Siren?”

A moan slips from between my lips, because I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anything more than I want that.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckles as he pulls a small bottle of lube from his bag along with something he keeps out of sight.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask what it is, but before I get the chance, Damon’s standing before me naked, stroking his hard length as his eyes move over my bare skin.

Why is it so hot that he’s pleasuring himself while staring at me?

His free hand drags over my sensitive skin, leaving a trail of desperation in its path.

Wetness gathers between my thighs, but I force myself to remain still and wait for further instructions.

“So fucking pretty,” Ryker croons, shucking his clothing in a pile with mine and Damon’s.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous for this, not because I don’t want it, but because they’re both stubborn, and the last thing I want is to be the reason for more of the animosity between them.

“You want her pussy or ass?” Damon asks, glancing up at the other man.

“Ass,” he replies immediately, and instead of arguing the way I expect him to, Damon lifts me from the bed with ease before sitting on the edge with me straddling his lap.

His hardness presses against my clit, and my hips grind back and forth, my need for release growing by the second.

Damon’s hands tighten on my hips, but instead of stopping me, he guides my movements. “That’s it, Duchess. Use my cock. Make yourself come for us.”

“Oh fuck,” I moan, my release so close I can almost taste it.

It’s not lost on me that it used to take me at least twenty minutes to get myself off, but my guys seem to be able to make me come on demand.

Not that I’m complaining.

I fucking love how well they know my body.

“Good girl,” he murmurs against the shell of my ear. “You’re doing so good, Duchess. I can’t wait to slide inside your perfect cunt, but I need you to come for us first.”

My core clenches and my hips stutter, but his huge hands are right there, keeping me moving exactly the way we both need.

“You’re soaking my cock, baby. So fucking wet. So fucking perfect.”

I bury my head in his throat, clutching onto his shoulders for balance as my release barrels toward me.