SARAH “For the record, this doesn’t mean you three have gotten away with everything.” My eyes are fixed on Mal, Ronan’s fingers meddle with the buttons of my shorts. I try to keep a stern face, but he can obviously see through my bullshit. His coy smile spreads across his cheek as he watches me with equal intensity. “Okay, baby.” To Jaxon, “we still have to talk. I mean, I have a lot of questions, and…” The breeze that meets my thighs cuts my sentence midair. I look down at Ronan, only to see he’s pulled my shorts down to my knees. Electric blue eyes spark with need, a grave desire to feel, taste every inch of my skin. I recognize the look because I feel it too, for every one of them. I am almost impatient, can’t wait to be taken, eaten out, fucked. He slips both feet out of my shorts, tossing it to the ground beside him. One look at me, and he places his hands on my knees, slowly spreading my legs apart. I swallow hard. His dark gaze meets the valley between my thighs. His jaw hardens. “No panties,” he growls. “Jesus, Sarah.” My eyes twinkle in delight as I let out a short, amused laughter. “Jesus?” “We will swear by all the gods to keep you forever.” Malachi adds, moving to my left, while Jaxon steadily makes his way over to my right. “We’ll have to see about that.” What does that even mean? I’m not sure. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” Ronan leans in further, cupping my cheek with his right hand as he drinks in the sight of my face. “I…I can’t stand.” The words come out as a whimper. I’m not certain what I’m trying to tell them. There’s only one thing I know from the bottom of my heart: them, and the gravity of my feelings for them. If I give myself, if I let myself have a taste, I would never stop. I don’t have the ability to stay away from them. It’s like a fire, quick spreading, fast consuming. No. It’s not a fire. It doesn’t burn or eliminate. It’s a disease. A sweet, painful one, spreading all over me. It’s slow, but just as all consuming and deadly, eating me up from the inside. Nothing in me functions when they’re here. And when they’re not? It’s worse. I would jump off a cliff knowing they’ll catch me, knowing they’ll always catch me. Ronan gently takes my right leg, like a precious ornament. He lifts it into his hand, cradling my calf with adoration, reverence. He is really about to worship me. His eyes stay locked on mine, blue and devastating, as he presses the softest kiss to my ankle. I try to breathe, but my lungs forget how. With how difficult breathing around them is, it’s a miracle I haven’t passed out yet. His pretty mouth opens, and I watch, completely helpless against his charm, utterly mesmerized, as he slowly drags his tongue over my toes. One by one. He licks each of them like a starving mine, taking his time to suck my middle toe. A breathy moan escapes me before I can trap it, and heat floods between my thighs. I grip the armrest of the chair, knuckles white. My toes, including the one in his mouth, curl under his tongue. And still… he doesn’t look away. He keeps his eyes on me like he’s daring me to stop him. He knows I can’t. He knows I’m as addicted to them as they are to me. And my silence is surrender, total and complete surrender. And they all understand. Jaxon takes my right hand, recreating his brother’s movements with my fingers. I close my eyes, a wordless whimper escaping my lips. Malachi focuses on my left. Then Ronan starts to move. His hot kisses trail upward in a slow, burning path. Over my ankle, my shin. Each press of his lips against my skin feels like a worship song. By the time he reaches my knee, my whole body is shaking. And when he passes it, when his mouth brushes the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, the heat that evaporates from my skin is more than…just heat. It’s from the hunger burning me alive. His head tips back, eyes fluttering closed as he inhales deeply, like he’s getting drunk on my scent. “Fuck…” he whispers into the air, voice low, reverent. “You don’t even know what you do to me, do you?” God help me. “Ronan,” I moan. “Stay still baby. Let me adore your pretty pink pussy.” The fire in my stomach spreads to my chest, my throat, my fucking cheeks. “But I haven’t shaved in a while, and…” It’s been a while since my waxing appointment. I’m always…ready when I see them. This time, I had no idea they were coming. Even if I did, there was no way I'd have been able to prepare myself. Ronan spreads my left leg further to the side. He looks down at my pussy, and it clenches, hard. My clit is a swollen, needy bitch. Delight flickers in that dangerously needy gaze. “They’re the most beautiful ginger curls I’ve ever seen.” Remember the fire in my cheeks? That one? Yeah. It burns my entire fucking face, my eyes go wide, and he chuckles lightly. “You are a fucking goddess, baby. Waxed legs or not. Now, close your eyes.” “What?” He doesn’t repeat himself. I know how much he hates to do that. Ronan turns to Jaxon. Without a word, Jay’s palm comes over both my eyes. “What are you doing?” “Shhhh.” He whispers, kissing the back of my ear, leaving a soft bite at the bottom of my earlobe. My teeth roughly grazes my lower lip. “It’s okay baby. We’re not going to hurt you.” Ronan’s big hands lock behind my waist, pulling me closer to him, further out of the wheelchair. My legs are spread far apart over his broad shoulders. He buries his head between my legs and inhales. “Fuck me.” The low groan slips out of his throat. Malachi’s lips press against the skin of my neck. “We’ve been thinking about you all week, kitten.” I swallow hard. My lips part to speak, but my brain fails to form a single word. A warm, wet tongue presses against my pussy. I shudder from the warmth and tingling sensation it sends to my stomach. The tongue narrows, fingers spread my thick flesh apart, and that tongue, slippery and wet, flicks my clit. Up and down. I claw into Ronan’s head, arching forward, giving him as much of me as he can take. “Needy cat,” Jaxon breathes. “You want more of this, don’t you?” I nod, tears welling in my eyes. It’s been so long, so fucking long. I try to press my thighs together, but strong hands hold them in place while he eats my pussy ravenously. Sucking, licking, biting, kissing. All these insane motions on my clit. He sticks his warm tongue into my pussy, the hole I desperately need his hard cock in. “Fuck!” I scream. My nipples feel hard and painful, begging to be touched. I know they’re poking through the shirt I have on. I know the brothers see it. “That’s right baby, scream. Show us how much you want this. We’ve missed it. We’ve missed you.” If Ronan feels pain from how hard I’m grabbing his hair, he doesn’t show it. “We’re going to make you come harder than you ever have.” “Oh my God!” Ronan’s grip on my right legs tightens, his mouth begins to work faster, insanely fast. His entire focus is on my clit, and his left… Where is his left… “Yes!” I could barely feel when he slipped a finger into my pussy, but when he curled it in my insides, reaching a spot that sends shivers down my body? A sharp current tears through my spine, leaving me wide eyed, gasping for more. With his tongue on my clit, and his fingers in my pussy, it’s not long before I… “I’m going to come!” “Not yet, kitten,” Ronan pulls away. My face contorts into a frown. “If you’re going to come, you’re going to do so with our cocks in you.”