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“My love, I’ve watched you get spit-roasted over a dozen times. You’re a slut.”
“If she brings in one more goddamn guy, I’m gutting him like a pig, onsite,” Griggs grumbles.
“Maybe four?” Asher snarls, wrapping his fists in my shirt. “Where the FUCK is my wife?”
“Fine. Fuck it, I’m done trying with you. I want you, but not bad enough to be some toy that you bring out of the closet every time you’re in the mood to test the boundaries of your sexuality. I’m not a plaything you can turn off and on, Asher, and I’m tired of the hot and cold.”
“I’m never gonna stop. This asshole is mine, you hear me? I’ll lick it, finger it, or fuck it anytime I goddamn please.”
“You’re mine, alright? Mine and Skyla’s. I won’t share you with anyone, so you can fucking forget it.”
“What? No one else is allowed to join?” I tease. “No,” Ronan grits out huskily. “Right now, you’re ours.”
“You guys like that? Like that I want you on your knees for me, ready and willing to suck daddy’s cock?” “Daddy, huh?” Wesley smirks. “Her daddy,” Ronan says. Wesley’s eyebrows raise as he shoots Ronan a wink. “I don’t know. Kinda like the sound of you being my daddy, too. What do you think, little one? Up for sharing?”
