Page 73 of Stay Little Fighter

Ryker moves closer until his chest is pressed to mine, and he’s staring down at me with so much admiration I can barely believe it’s all for me.

The way these men look at me will never stop taking my breath away. Like I’m their entire universe and their reason for breathing.

His eyes drag down my bare body, pausing on the bandage beside my belly button. “You’re not hurting?”

“It hasn’t pulled once,” I assure him.

The worry lingers for a moment longer before he positions himself with his knees against Ronan’s. “We’ll take this nice and slow.”

I nod, dropping my head back against Ronan’s shoulder as he pushes us up to allow for the right angle.

I have no perceivable idea how this can work, so I let them move me in whichever way they need, knowing without a doubt that I’m safe in their arms.

“You ready, Siren?” Ryker asks, brushing the head of his cock against my clit in a way that pushes me closer to the edge.

“As I’ll ever be.” I half laugh, half moan.

This is crazy.

Absolutely fucking wild.

And yet I hold my breath with anticipation as Ryker presses against Ronan, stretching me around his head.

I cry out, pain and pleasure slamming into me so hard I can barely breathe through the conflicting emotions.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Ronan says calmly, but there’s a strain in his voice that wasn’t there before. “Take a deep breath for us. You’re okay. You’re safe. You can take it.”

Ryker’s jaw is locked so tight I’m worried it’ll snap as he sinks in another few inches.

The burn is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, but right alongside it is pleasure so deep stars fill my vision, making everything around me hazy.

“Stay with us, Chlo,” Ryker says through clenched teeth.

“Are you in pain?” I ask, my brow dipping in concern.

He lets out a rough chuckle. “Physically in pain? No. But my balls feel like they’re about to explode, and I’m not even all the way inside you yet.”

“Oh.”

Ronan snickers behind me. “You need to hurry up, man. If I don’t move soon, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”

“You’re okay?” Ryker confirms.

I nod. “Overwhelmed, but I’m pretty sure that’s normal.”

His throat bobs as he swallows heavily and pushes the rest of the way inside me, or at least as far as he can given the position and the other cock inside me.

Once again, this is fucking insane.

My body is on fire in the best way. Every nerve ending is lit up as they give me long seconds to get used to the feeling of them both inside me, but somehow I don’t think that’s going to happen.

“I need you to move,” I whimper, my hips taking matters into their own hands. “Please.”

“Jesus,” Damon mutters from where he’s lounging beside us, his eyes locked on where we’re connected. “This might be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Ryker looks over my shoulder, sharing a look with Ronan before they both move, one pushing deeper while the other retreats, dragging along the place inside me that will set me off like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

Wrapping my arms around his tattooed shoulders, I hold on tight, surrendering myself to the sensations. The pleasure. The stretch. The heat from being trapped between their bodies. It’s a lot. And yet I think this might be one of the best moments of my life.