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There’s no catching the moan that tumbles from my lips at the picture he’s painting.

“Jesus, Chloe,” Ryker groans. “Your pussy is clenching so hard I can barely move my fingers. Such a needy girl.”

“Please,” I sob. “I need to come. Please, Ry.”

“Hmm, it’s okay with me, but you’ll need permission from him as well.”

My eyes shoot open and meet familiar green ones.

Ronan stands on the edge of the bed in front of me, his hard length pressing against his boxer briefs.

I expect to see the same pain as the night at the motel, but he’s not looking at me with hurt.

His eyes are filled with barely contained need.

“Do you need to come, Sparrow?”

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

RONAN

NOW

Watching them together is perhaps the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

The way she leans into him, putting her body and trust into his hands without hesitation.

Ryker seems to know her every need before she does and delivers swiftly so she never has to beg.

If you’d asked me at any moment before this one if I thought I’d be okay watching another man fuck Chloe, the answer would have been absolutely the fuck not.

But how could I ever deprive her of this?

My girl has known so much pain. How could I not want the rest of her—of our—lives to be filled with pleasure?

“Do you need to come, Sparrow?” I rumble, my voice thick with my own arousal.

Her eyes flash with worry, but I lean across the mattress, brushing my thumb over her cheek in reassurance.

“You know I’ll always keep you safe, Siren,” Ryker reminds her. “I’ll never put you in a position where anyone can hurt you, especially when you’re vulnerable like this.”

Her pouty bottom lip disappears between her teeth, and for a moment I wonder if she’s going to put a stop to everything.

“Ro, I need to come so badly,” she whimpers. “Please.”

Seeing her like this again is a lesson in control. A delicate balancing act between giving her everything she wants and dragging out her pleasure as long as possible.

Lifting the blankets, I slip between them and slide over until she’s trapped between us.

My fingers find her chin, tipping her face up until she’s forced to look up at me. “I’m sure you can beg better than that, Sparrow.”

She sucks in a breath that makes my cock jump. I’ve missed those little gasps, the soft moans, and her screams of pleasure.

I’ve missed everything about her, and I can barely believe she’s in my arms again, even if it’s not my hands bringing her pleasure.

“Oh fuck.” Her hips jerk against Ryker’s hand as she fights the release he’s beckoning to the surface. “Please, Ronan. I need to come so badly it hurts. Please let me come. Please don’t make me wait anymore.”

“Good girl,” I murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to her pouty lips.