Page 74 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. One
Once he’s settled into a decent pace, I feel Rhett fill me from behind. He’s gentle, easing into me slowly.
My head falls back and hits his chest.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he whispers in my ear.
Oliver slows, giving me a chance to catch my breath. Rhett pushes himself in further, holding onto my hips.
“You’re doing so well, Wren.” I don’t know who says it—I’m too lost in the new sensations, in the way they both feel inside me.
My eyes meet Elliot’s, and I find him watching with an appreciative look on his face. But I only catch his gaze for a moment before my eyes close from pure bliss.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper, grabbing onto Oliver’s shoulders.
He chuckles. “I don’t think she’s going to last long.” As if to prove his point, his free hand snakes down my front, and he presses his thumb against my clit.
Tiny explosions erupt with every movement he makes. Rhett keeps his pace slow and steady, but Oliver’s thrusts turn rougher as they push me closer to the edge.
One of Rhett’s hands wraps around my throat, squeezing lightly. And then I’m coming, lost between the two of them. Rhett’s other hand clamps over my mouth as I scream, and it only makes me come harder.
They don’t relent—not until my body calms down, just to be manipulated into another earth-shattering orgasm. When they both finally come, my legs are shaking, and their arms are the only things keeping me from collapsing onto the floor in a shivering puddle.
Someone takes me into the shower, cleaning the sweat off my body. The faint smell of sandalwood and sweet citrus calms me as he dries me off.
And then my body is swinging, a pair of strong arms lifting me off the floor and carrying me.
Dread pangs in my heart, and I can’t get rid of the nagging feeling that there’s something I need to do. But I’m too sated and dazed to figure it out, so I drift off to sleep, sandwiched between two warm bodies.
***
When I wake, it’s dark out. I’m on a couch, my head resting on someone’s leg. Flames flicker in the fireplace, the only light in the room.
“She needs to go,” someone says. Elliot, I think.
“I don’t want her to.” Oliver’s voice is pouty, and it puts a small smile on my lips.
“I’m pretty sure she works Mondays. She’s gonna have to get home so she can get ready for work in the morning.”
Are they talking about me?
“Why?” Oliver says too loudly, almost angrily. “Why can’t we figure out a way to make this work? She means something to all of us, so why not just admit it to her? We can take care of her.”
“That’s way too fast, O,” Rhett says from above me. His hand comes down to stroke my hair, and I have to fight the urge to look up at him. I want to hear where this conversation is going.
Elliot sighs. “Ol, you literally saidjust Fridaythat it’s a bad idea to pursue a relationship with her.”
“Well, I changed my fucking mind. I can’t go back to just seeing her once a week. And neither of you can, either.”
Oh my god, they’re talking aboutme.
“I’ve been contemplating finding a new coffee shop,” Elliot says in a defeated voice. He sounds…deflated.
“You’re never going to get her out of your head, Ell. You said so yourself. We’ve wanted her for so long, and we never thought we could have her, but now she’shere.How can you let her go?”
My heart squeezes. Are they really so head-over-heels for me that the thought of seeing me without having me would be that hard? Hard enough to make them switch coffee shops?
Wait. Why do they think they can’t have me?
“What about what Wren wants?” Rhett’s hand moves to my shoulder, running down my arm. “What if she wants us, too?”
