Page 13 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
“Told you,” I hear Rhett mutter to him.
Oliver snickers, shoving his hands into the pockets of those black skinny jeans that make him look sexy as hell. At the sound, Wren turns her head to look at him.
“Eyes on me, love,” I say, gripping her chin with my free hand and forcing her to meet my gaze. “And don’t look away.”
She’s still so wound up, I’m sure it won’t take her long to come again. Especially since Oliver and Rhett are watching. Our girl has some exhibitionist tendencies, and I’m happy to fulfill them. We all are.
“Do you like that they’re watching you?” I ask quietly enough that only she can hear. “That they want to touch you, too?”
She nods. Her eyes are wide and full of desperation.
Just the way I like her.
I slip a finger inside of her, playing with her clit with my thumb. Wren tries to hold in her squeak of surprise, but she does a poor job of it.
I click my tongue. “Someone’s going to hear you.”
“I can’t—I can’t help it.”
Rhett ducks closer to Oliver, watching us intently. “Ten bucks says she’ll scream loud enough that we get kicked out.”
“Nah,” Oliver says. “Ell is too practical for that. He’ll keep her quiet.”
“Oh god,” Wren gasps, and Oliver is right. I clap a hand over her mouth as she cries out and comes all over my fingers.
I move my thumb from her clit, focusing on curling my fingers deeper into her. It does the trick, because her eyes roll into the back of her head. She groans, the sound muffled by my hand.
“Fuck,” I say lowly, watching her. All I want is to pull her somewhere with a little more privacy, strip her down, and wrench that reaction from her as many times as I can.
As I ease my hand out of her panties, Wren practically withers. I lick my fingers clean and wrap my other arm around her while she catches her breath. Her eyes are half-closed, and a sated smile graces her features.
Rhett hands Oliver ten dollars, grumbling something about how Wrenwould’vescreamed loudly enough if I hadn’t silenced her. Just then, we hear a couple voices. Wren’s eyes blow wide as she quickly zips and buttons her pants. I help adjust her sweater, kissing the tip of her nose.
“Too close?” I ask when she still looks nervous.
She bites her lip before grabbing my hand and grinning. “Maybe just close enough.”
Chapter three
Rhett
Ever since Wren stepped into the kitchen back home, Elliot has practically been drooling over her. He loves when we wear his favorite color, so I’m not even surprised. Hell, I practically expected this, which is why I made plans to drag Oliver off to the bathroom. Elliot tries to protest, and I act annoyed even though I’m not. He’s cute when he’s flustered.
This is supposed to be a date with all four of us, yes. But I don’t mind giving Elliot and Wren a quick moment alone. We won’t be gone for long.
In the bathroom, I stalk toward Oliver. He gives me a quizzical look, but it’s quickly replaced with realization when I back him into the sink. I place my hands on the counter on either side of him, effectively caging him in.
“I swear you wore these jeans just to tease me,” I mutter.
“It crossed my mind.”
We stare at each other for a second. A challenge sparks in Oliver’s eyes, a silentAre you going to do anything about it?
And fuck.
Yeah, I think I will.
Our mouths crash together as I press my body against his. His dick is already hard, just from me cornering him in the bathroom. I’d say I’m surprised, but I’m not.
