Page 74 of Stay Little Fighter

Ronan’s hand glides down my body, only pausing when it reaches my clit. His fingers rub tight circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves, shoving me right to the edge of an orgasm I think might ruin me.

I shake my head, my body vibrating with so many sensations I can’t place them. “I can’t.”

“Of course you can, Sparrow,” Ronan croons against the shell of my ear. “You’re so perfect for us, so fucking beautiful taking us like you were made just for this.”

I’m overwhelmed in the best way, and when Kingston reaches between us and pinches a peaked nipple, I have no other choice than to tumble off the edge.

I plunge into darkness, my mind and body breaking apart as I float through the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced. Every nerve ending fires at once, sending me into a never-ending spiral of ecstasy.

I’m vaguely aware of soft praise and their roars of release as they follow me over the edge, but it’s not until gentle fingers cup my cheek that my mind finally tumbles back into my overstimulated body.

The dim light from the fireplace illuminates my guys, but it’s Kingston who has me facing him, concern lining his features.

“Are you okay? You passed out for a second there.”

“That was…intense.” That word doesn’t seem adequate to describe the out-of-body experience I just had, but I’m too tired to find another one.

“You’re magnificent, Mama.” He brushes my cheek with his thumb reverently. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Heat touches my cheeks, and the need to look away almost wins out, but instead I lean into his touch, savoring this moment with my guys.

We have so much left to work out, so many dangers waiting on the other side of tonight.

But just for one night, I refuse to think about any of them. I refuse to let them ruin this for me.

“I’ll go get a bath started for you. A soak will help the aches.” Kingston moves to stand, but my hand shoots out, grasping onto him before he can get to his feet.

“We’re not done yet.”

“Mama, you’re exhausted. There will be plenty of other nights for us to share you, but you’re tired and are barely recovered from being shot and almost dying.”

I’m shaking my head before he can even finish speaking, because there’s no chance I’ve come this far just to leave one of my guys out.

“King,” I murmur. “I need you to fuck me. I need to feel you all inside me.”

His eyes darken, his jaw working as he clings to the reasons he shouldn’t, but then his eyes lock on the tears gathering at the corners of my eyes and the indecision disappears.

Ryker chuckles. “You have him wrapped around your little finger, Siren. He just folded like a house of fucking cards.”

“She has all of us wrapped around her finger,” Kingston points out. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

KINGSTON

NOW

When Chloe told me her heart would never belong to just me, I was filled with so much jealousy I could hardly breathe.

She was mine, and I’d spent a decade molding a life that was fit for her. Houses that were decorated the way she would want all over the world, enough staff that I would rarely have to leave her, and most importantly, safety.

The idea of sharing her with anyone else, especially two men that had dedicated much of their lives to hunting me for a sin I didn’t commit, was inconceivable.

But I’m man enough to admit when I’m wrong, and I was very fucking wrong about this.

Now that I’ve accepted that this is how the future looks, I can’t imagine going back to how I thought things should be.

Ronan and Ryker are still buried inside her, but the tight set of their jaws tells me it’s getting uncomfortable.