Page 355 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
There’s no way I couldn’t be after this morning. I had the image of her spread out on the kitchen table, tied up and begging Rhett to let her come, burned into my mind all day. And then when he came in her mouth, and then Oliver kissed her?
God. I thought I was going to come from the sight alone.
Wren gasps out my name, and I realize she’s coming, wave after wave crashing over her. She doesn’t scream or cry out. It’s rare that we’re actually able to make her orgasm like this, and it’s always so different than when we’re playing with her clit.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she lets out a small, strained whimper. The sound does me in, grabbing me by the throat and yanking me over the edge withher. I bury my face in her neck and slow my movements, trying to draw out the moment. A shudder rolls through my body as I groan against her skin.
Distantly, the low rumble of Rhett’s voice as he talks Oliver through his orgasm registers in my mind. So does Oliver’s high-pitched shout.
“Wren,” I breathe as I pull out and carefully set her down.
She wobbles for a moment before gaining her balance. Only then do I let her go to zip up my pants. Once I’m done, I pull Wren’s panties out of my pocket.
“Let me help you,” I say, kneeling.
While leaning against the column, she steps into the panties, and I pull them up her legs. As I do, I press worshipful kisses to her thighs, relishing in the softness of her skin. I was only gone for a few days, but god, I missed her so much.
Once Wren’s as presentable as she can be, we turn to Rhett and Oliver. Ol is in the middle of licking his cum off Rhett’s fingers, his hands still pinned above his head. Rhett is murmuring something to him that I can’t quite catch, his lips placed right next to Oliver’s ear.
Something inside me settles. Relaxes. I hate being away from these three, and having us all together again in the same room is the final reminder my brain needs that I’m home.
Rhett pulls back slightly, and he zips up and buttons Oliver’s pants lazily, as if he’s got all the time in the world. As he does, Wren slips her hand to mine and places a kiss on my cheek.
Warmth spreads through me, along with a deep satisfaction. I glance between the three of them. “I love you all. And I’m really, really happy to be back.”
“We love you, too, Ell,” Oliver says.
“And I’m glad you made it here in time,” Wren says, running a hand over my hair.
Rhett slides an arm around Oliver’s shoulders, a soft smile spreading across his features when his gaze lands on me. “C’mon. Let’s get you home.”
Chapter four
Wren
In the morning, Elliot is making all our coffees when Oliver saunters into the kitchen. He’s humming a cheerful tune, and he moves from Rhett to Ell to me, kissing each of us happily.
“This mine?” he asks, nodding to one of the mugs with cream in it.
“Sure is,” Elliot says.
Oliver takes both, setting the other on the table in front of me. “You look beautiful this morning, princess.”
“Thank you.”
Setting his own mug down, he tugs me out of my chair. He starts humming again, pulling me into him and swaying.
“O! What’re you doing?”
“It’s the perfect morning for a dance, don’t you think?”
I laugh as he dips me backward, his arms banding around my waist. “I suppose it is.”
Still humming, he pulls me up and spins me around. I follow his lead, my hands on his chest and my heart soaring. With Oliver, I’ve just learned to go with the flow. Sometimes, he’ll just do things like this—pick me up and twirl me around, pull me into a random dance, take me on a quick trip to get me flowers, et cetera. I love it every time. It always makes me feel so cherished.
“What’s got you in such a good mood this morning?” Rhett asks from where he’s leaning against the counter with Ell.
“I’m just proud of myself. Of us.” He kisses me sweetly. “And I saw Axel last night at the concert.”
