SARAH No matter how hard I try to relax, I can’t silence the thrumming of my heart against my hard ribs. My lips thin into a frown, and my grip on the cellphone tightens. A little more, and I might just be able to break it into pieces. Who is this person? What do they want from me? I haven’t heard from them since they called on Saturday night. Why now? When I am happy and about to have fun with the men I love the most? I sigh at the thought and slide my phone back into my bag, zipping it shut. Ronan’s stare is hot against the skin of my neck. He’s been watching every move. Did he see the caller ID? “Shouldn’t you get that?” I search for the hint of suspicion in his voice. If there is any, it’s been carefully masked under a genuine concern. I really hope I’m not wrong. We just got together. I wouldn’t want any of them suspecting me of anything. They love me in a way no one ever has. I’m not sure I’ll survive if I lose it. Brushing his statement with a shrug, I return to my former resting position—on his shoulder. “I’ll deal with it when I’m back at the office.” I reply to him, closing my eyes. I try to sound like I’m not worried. I pretend whoever is calling isn’t a threat to the happiness I feel whenever I’m around them. “What if…” Ronan’s voice is like a breathy whisper in my ear as his left fingers trace the skin of my right thigh, pushing the hem of my dress further up my legs. “…you don’t have to return to the office tonight?” A shaky breath escapes my dry throat as I shudder from his touch. I raise my head to look up at him. The hunger in his eyes sends a gleam throughout that piercing blue. His jaw is clenched, hard, and his throat bobs with every breath. He’s holding himself back from whatever he plans to do. I can see it, feel it. My breath hitches at the back of my throat. A slow ache builds between my thighs, but when I try to press my legs together, Ronan lands a smack on my inner thigh. It stings, but in all the best ways. I struggle to fight back my moan. Too late. The sound already attracts everyone, including the driver whose eyes meet mine in the rear view mirror. Our gazes lock, and he holds mine for a moment…stubbornly. He wants to let me know he’s aware of what’s happening, and what his bosses are about to do to me in the backseat of their car. However, once Malachi clears his throat, remorse and fear flash in his dark orbs and he looks away immediately.I should be embarrassed, ashamed even. But I’m not. Fuck it. Call me what you want, but I’m far from those feelings. A dark thrill coils in the very pit of my stomach, as dark as the smile that finds its way to my lips. There’s something wickedly addictive about being watched while they fuck me in any way and manner. It takes me back to our night at Mykonos, makes me want it all over again. My skin burns hotter, desperate to be touched. My nipples turn into taut pebbles that poke their needy heads through the fabric of my V-necked dress. Jaxon, on the other hand, is all smiles as he watches us intently. He dips his head until his lips hover by my ear. The heat of his breath caresses my earlobe. “Are you going to be a good girl and stay quiet, kitten?” He cups my needy breast with his large palm. One squeeze sends jolts of charged energy all over my body. I arch forward, pressing my shoulders against the leather of the car seat, while my waist pushes forward, urging Ronan’s fingers to travel further up. And he listens. Fuck. I fucking love me a man that listens. With every inch his fingers cover, a delicious shiver rakes through every muscle in damn body. It weakens me, down to my fucking knees. “Shhhh,” Ronan shushes me as his cold lips press a kiss against the back of my neck. “We don’t want Simon to know you’re being fucked now, do we?” I can’t speak, not with how dry my throat feels. What he doesn’t know is that I do—as a matter of fact—want him to see me get fucked. But I don’t say it. It’ll only unlock the monster in him, I know it. His fingers travel further as he watches my needy eyes, finally reaching where I’m aching for him; my soft, moist, aching core. I spread my legs open even more to give him a smoother entrance. The sound of his wicked chuckle leaves me breathless. Every bone in my body is as useless as fucking jelly. His index finger hooks against the string of my panties, and he curses underneath his breath. “Fuck, kitten. A thong?” “Seems like someone knew she was going to get fucked today.” Jaxon adds, pinching my hard nipple. My eyelids press shut as my teeth bite harder into the skin of my lower lip. The taste of my own blood mixed with my lipgloss leaves a sweet sensation at the tip of my tongue. “This is why you called us out for brunch, isn’t it? You wanted to get fucked.”I swallow hard. “I can’t help that I missed you.” Jaxon kisses my cheek before speaking. “You should have said something at the office. Ronan has this amazing soft lounge chair.” The image flashed in my mind; the one from the designer store. The car suddenly feels too small. It’s not nearly enough space for all the things I need to do, all the things I need them to do. “Hold her panties to the side for me, Jay.” Ronan’s order comes as a breathless whisper. His voice is sinful, deliciously sinful—and when I feel Jaxon’s fingers graze my inner thigh, tugging the lace aside, I nearly come undone. Right there. I feel Ronan’s wet tongue flickering the base of my ear. It’s a struggle to remain seated as his middle finger encircles my swollen clit. A muffled cry escapes my lips. “Naughty girl. You want him to hear you so bad, don’t you?” One stroke of his finger against my needy clit has me pushing forward. Jaxon’s grip becomes firmer, almost snapping the fabric of my panties. “Stay still, baby.” Easy for him to say. He’s not the one about to…fuck! Lord! He inserts two fingers into my wet cunt. My head jerks backwards as my hips push forward, urging him on. I’m a quivering mess, my lips are bruised from the hard bites, but it’s all I can do to stop myself from moaning as Ronan continues to pump his fingers in and out of my wet pussy, finger fucking me into oblivion, into the depths of hell. There’s no way I’m making it to heaven with all the things I’ve let them do to me, and it’s almost worth it. I think of the punch Ronan took for me, and my pussy clenches around his fingers. “Damn, baby. You’re so fucking needy.” His fingers dive deeper, and he adds another one, filling me up. My lower lip finally escapes the grip of teeth and I cry out in pleasure. My gaze meets Malachi’s hungry eyes through the rear view mirror. There’s no hiding anymore. There’s no one to stop me. I don’t want to keep it in. “Fuck, daddy!” I moan aloud. I feel his fingers curl in my sweet cunt, my hips move slowly. Forward, backward, matching every stroke from Ronan’s fingers. That’s right. I’m fucking him right back. Every move pushes me further down the edge of sheer, blissful insanity. It’s a whirlpool in my stomach as he kisses my ear with every thrust. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. I want to taste you.” Fuck. “Come on my fingers, so I can lick every tasty drop.” “Daddy…oh my gosh.” I’m red faced, begging him to go deeper. Harder. Faster. Finally, when it feels like I’m about to explode, I cry out. “I’m…I need to come!” Malachi turns to the driver. “Find a parking spot, quick.” It appears I have tortured the driver enough. Good. Once the car stops, the driver gets out first. Malachi and Jaxon follow next, leaving Ronan and I alone in the car. I all but jump on him, fingers fiddling with his belt, then the zipper of his pants. I need to ride him. I need to stuff my pussy full with his big cock. I want to forget everything, including the silly insistent prank caller. But his hands wrap around my wrist, stopping me halfway. I drag my lust filled eyes up to meet his. “Let’s keep the fun part for tonight.” My heart drops to my stomach as I pour my lips. “But I need you.” “And you’ll get me,” he pulls me closer, my knee brushes against his rock hard length. “I need to taste you baby. Here,” he taps right cheek with his wet fingers. Yes. The three that were just inside me. “Come sit on my face.”