SARAH “Are you three getting off on this?” My brows pinch together, just enough to crease the bridge of my nose. Ronan chuckles behind me, his fingers twisting the strands of my hair into a tight French plait. Apparently, he used to braid their mother’s hair a lot years ago, and the skill somehow never left his head. “I did it every week for almost twenty years,” he had said, the pain in his voice barely masked by the proud smile on his face. “You don’t forget things like that.” Tell that to my brain that can’t keep directions longer than a week. I hardly learn directions and easily forget them. I know for a fact I’ll have a problem heading to the office when I finally resume. Google maps to the rescue, I guess. But I digress. Malachi’s fingers work through my left toes, massaging the muscles and bones gently. I suck in a deep breath without taking my gaze off him. “Relax.” My eyes flow wide. Relax? That’s easy for him to say. “I really feel like you three are getting off on this. Does the thought of prison make you hard?” Jaxon leans in to kiss the skin of my right knee, a sinister smile spread across those lush lips of his. A firm hand slowly reaches into my t-shirt, up my stomach, and cups my right breast—hard. The skin of Ronan’s nose slightly grazes my shoulder, sending ripples of pleasure down my spine as he breathes, savoring my scent. “I don’t know, kitten. Something about being locked away from you for years makes me want to fuck you so bad.” I tilt my chin a little bit higher, feigning indifference, pretending Ronan’s words and the intensity of his brother’s gazes don’t make me want to be turned upside down, inside out. “If you go to prison, I’ll leave you.” Malachi’s right brow raises, and Jaxon presses his right hand to his chest, pretending to be hurt. “That stung.” “Our children are not going to have felons for fathers. If you’re not able to get out of this unscathed, don’t expect me to be by your side.” A lie, obviously, but I’m hoping it makes them take this issue a bit more seriously. It’ll kill me if any of this fires back, and we’re caught in the crossfire. We’ve already been through so much. From hiding, the endless fights, to almost losing each other in the hands of one man. Am I crazy for just wanting us to be happy and free from the troubles of this world? I deserve that much, we all do. Lean fingers slowly caress my right nipple, cutting me out of my train of thought. The silly bud turns into rock at the slightest impact. I stifle a moan. “That’s a shame,” Ronan’s baritone echoes in my ear. I tilt my head towards him, with my cheek grazing his razor sharp jaw. The second our eyes meet, my heart does a somersault in my chest. He must see through me. He must know that the second I stare at him, I realize how much of a fraud I am. “You’ll never be able to forget us, Sarah.” “What makes you think that? I would move on, find someone who isn’t a felon. He would love the children and love me even more. I’ll be happy.” “You won’t.” My gaze flickers to Jaxon. “And why do you think I wouldn’t be?” “He won’t be enough.” A strangled chuckle rips through my throat. Damn the air conditioning. Why the fuck is it suddenly seventy degrees in here. I hate the summer heat. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate the summer heat? Clearing my throat, I sit up straight against Ronan’s chest. “That’s not true. You think because I have three cocks now? I can’t stick to—you know what? Don’t even answer that.” I’m annoyed, red faced. Malachi’s smile spreads even wider and the heat from my cheeks somehow reaches my stomach. I can feel it in my belly button, reaching down and swelling my cunt. “You’ll think of us every night you go to sleep beside him,” Malachi skates his hand up to my left knee, the slow drag alone leaves my toes curling like strands of hair in a fucking curling iron. My jaw hardens. The pleasure mounting in my stomach from the anticipation of being fucked by them is more than enough to give me an orgasm. That’s how I know I’m done for, that no one will ever be enough. “Mal, Jaxon…” my words trail off, that moan finally escapes my lips. I arch my back, pushing my waist forward. They don’t need to tell me, I’m urging them on without saying a word. Their fingers trail up the skin of my thighs. A stubborn part of me wants to prove them wrong, keep up my smart mouth, threaten them into wanting to take this more seriously than they are…but I know they’re right. If I ever tried to move on, I’ll spend every night fingering my pussy to memories of them. I would think of their cock filling all my holes as I drove myself to orgasm. And if any man ever tried to get me there, I’ll come with their names in my mouth. There was before them, but there’ll never be after them. None of us would survive. “We’re in so much trouble, and you guys don’t even know it.” Ronan mirrors my thoughts with his next words. “We don’t want to lose you either. We’ll sort it out. It’s a promise.” Slowly, oh so slowly, I look up at him. Behind those sturdy blue eyes, I find concern. I think back to Luke’s words, how fearless they are about everything besides me. “You don’t have to—fuck.” The words come out as a breathless whimper, besides the F word. I scream that out loud when two strong hands part my legs apart, and fingers slide into my pussy without warning. Eyes wide, I stare at the both of them—Jaxon and Malachi—lips pressed under my teeth to stop me from screaming any further. Ronan grips my chin, slowly returning my gaze to his. “Look at me, Sarah. I want to engrave this pretty face of yours in my mind forever. Let me see it, all of it…” Fuck me. The fingers go deeper, pumping in and out of my pussy. My stomach tightens, my throat runs dry. Sheer pleasure, undiluted and fucking dangerous travels down my spine as Ronan focuses on the beads of my nipples, squeezing them hard. I’m fighting not to squirm, begging him with my eyes. What am I begging for? I have absolutely no idea. But it doesn’t matter, they seem to know. The HawkThornes always know. “Lie down,” Ronan orders as he shifts away, giving me enough space to rest my head against my pillow, my back flat against the bed. I suck in a deep breath at the sight of his cock pushing against the fabric of his suit pants. My heart races faster as I quickly examine each of them. It’s been so long, I’ve almost forgotten how huge they were. Malachi and Jaxon leave the bed and stand on their feet. I’m quiet, tight lipped as I watch them undress. Sturdy, lean muscles and two rock hard cocks stare back at me. Try as I might to take my eyes off them, it’s impossible. “Do you want this, Sarah?” Ronan’s voice is coarse as he asks me. His thumb caresses the skin of my cheek, eyes search for any form of hesitation from me. Like an eager little child, I nod. His lips thin into a faint smile that warms my heart, but he shakes his head. “Use your words, kitten. We’ve not heard you say it in so long, I need to—we need to hear you say it again.” I know. Deep down in my heart I know what they want to hear. After everything we’ve gone through, I should reassure them just as much as they’ve reassured me. “I’m all yours, daddies.” The sounds they make are anything but pure. Three of them, all three handsome and breathtaking billionaires surround me, kissing me one after the other. Between the hand that roams my breast, the one around my neck, and the tongue in my mouth, I can’t keep track of anything, can’t make sense of a singular action. All I do is feel, and feel, and feel, until I’m a screaming mess, clutching the bedsheets with tight fingers as Ronan eases his cock into my right cunt. “Fuck me!” He’s so full, feels so good, so right that tears gather in my eyes. The perfection of it…It has to be impossible. No one should fit so well. He buckles my knees firmly against his shoulder, and his strokes get deeper. Jaxon gently bites my right nipple, and another scream tears through me. Malachi’s finger encircles my swollen clit, over and over again. I suddenly remember how good they are at making me feel so fucking owned. “We’ve missed you so much,” Ronan grunts midstroke, and when we lock eyes, he throws his head backwards and gives his all to me, every beautiful inch, until his balls slap against the skin of my ass. “Yes! Fuck yes!” “Tell us this pussy is ours.” “It’s all yours, daddies.” “Louder.” “It’s all—fuck!” “Good.” He pulls out, and I stare down at his dick, still hard as a granite, dripping with creamy juices from my cunt. “Can you stay on your knees?” Malachi asks, looking down at my bandaged leg. The softness in his voice makes my heart throb. I blush and look away to avoid his piercing gaze. My voice is thick. “I could try.” “Good,” he nods, clearly pleased. “I need to taste you from behind.”