Page 10 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
“Fuck,” I mutter.
The next room is a series of painted American landscapes. Some are more muted while others are more colorful, but you can tell with all of them that the artist has taken a lot of time to hone their skills.
“These are all so pretty,” Wren says, turning to get a three-sixty of the whole room. When she sees that my eyes have already made their way back to her, she hides a giggle behind her hand.
“It’s rude to stare, Ell,” Oliver says playfully.
“Shut up. This is your fault anyway.”
With a snicker, Oliver comes up beside me and whispers in my ear, “Maybe next time, we’llbothwear forest green.”
I groan.
“Oliver!” Wren exclaims. “Stop teasing him.”
“Not a chance.” Oliver kisses me, not bothering to keep it sweet and chaste even though we’re in a public place. He grabs my head and kisses me so hard I almost forget that I’m about two seconds away from dragging him into a closet and spanking some sense into him.
Almost.
When Oliver finally lets me go, he’s grinning. “I love when I make you forget how to think.”
Tilting her head, Wren watches me with an amused expression. She’s quickly distracted by something behind me, though. “Oh, that one’s extra pretty.”
I turn to check out the painting she’s talking about, almost missing the way Rhett ducks down and whispers in Oliver’s ear. They both look at me mischievously before Rhett walks over and plucks my cup from my hand.
“We’re gonna run to the bathroom. Have…fun.”
“Rhett,” I hiss. “We’re in public.”
“What?” He shrugs innocently. “I just said to have fun.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t pretend—”
“No,youdon’t pretend.” The smirk growing on Rhett’s face makes me wish we had the luxury of privacy that home provides. “You’re not going to pass up this opportunity, pretty boy. Drop the propriety act.”
I bite my tongue.Why is he always right, dammit?
“That’s better.” He drops a kiss to my cheek before grabbing Oliver’s hand. They saunter out of view until I’m left with Wren.
Holding my arm out to her, I say, “C’mere, love.”
I love the way she doesn’t hesitate. She enters my reach, and I sweep her up into my arms, twirling her around. With a gasp, she grabs onto my shoulders, still holding on as I set her down gently.
“You really think I look that pretty in green?” she asks, brows furrowed.
I laugh.“Pretty?You’re a piece of art all on your own, love. But seeing you in my favorite color? It does something to me I can’t even describe. All I can think about is fucking devouring you. Touching you.” My head dips down, and I kiss her neck before saying lowly in her ear, “Making you scream for the whole museum to hear.”
She whimpers, squeezing her thighs together.
“Am I turning you on?”
She slides her hands down my body. “You know you are.”
Running my thumb over my lip, I say, “You want me to do something about it?”
She groans, nodding.
I trace a finger across her jawbone, down her neck and chest, and in between her breasts. “Use your words, Wren.”
