Page 8 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
Just then, Wren steps into my view with Oliver behind her. I freeze. Apparently, I also forget how to function as a human being, because I swallow my water wrong and drive myself into a coughing fit.
“You,” I wheeze in between gasping breaths, “littleshit.”
Wren pauses, doubt flickering over her features. But then Oliver throws an arm around her shoulders and chuckles.
“No worries, princess. He’s not talking to you.”
That fucking color.
Once I stop coughing, I say, “Wren. Come here. Now.”
Her eyes widen in surprise at my demanding tone, but she doesn’t hesitate. The second she’s within my grasp, I pull her into me and waste no time fusing her mouth to mine.
He even did her eyeshadow with it.
Grabbing onto my sides, Wren rises onto her tiptoes to deepen the kiss. My thumb brushes over her cheek as I groan into her mouth.
“You look perfect,” I say against her lips. “So fucking beautiful. I’m never letting you out of this sweater.”
“What—” Wren pulls away slightly, looking between me and the sweater, and then she laughs. “O! Why didn’t you tell me?!”
Oliver grins. “Because this was funnier.”
“Fuck,” I hear Rhett say behind me. “Did I miss his reaction?”
“Yeah, sorry,” Oliver replies. “I didn’t realize you were gonna go get changed.” His gaze travels up and down Rhett’s body before he slowly licks his lips. “You look nice.”
I can’t stop ogling all three of them. But Rhett is frowning at Oliver, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Well,” Oliver says, seemingly oblivious to the way Rhett is looking at him, “are we ready to go?”
“I don’t think so.” The words don’t come out harshly or angrily. On the contrary, Rhett’s tone is firm but not intimidating. I doubt his calm demeanor will last long, though.
“What?” Oliver asks.
“Go finish getting ready.”
With a nervous glance at Wren, Oliver says, “I am ready.”
“We talked about this,” Rhett replies darkly.
“Look, it’s fine—”
“Go. get. ready.”
“Iam.Let’s—”
“No.” Marching up to Oliver, Rhett grabs him and throws him over his shoulder.
“Hey! You can’t just—”
“We’ll be back,” Rhett says roughly, keeping a firm grip on Oliver as he stalks out of the kitchen.
Wren watches the encounter with wide eyes before turning to me. “What was that about?”
“You’ll see.”
Oliver has worked a lot on his insecurities over the years. I suppose it makes sense that adding Wren to our group is unearthing some of them. Wedidtalk about this, but one conversation is rarely enough to solve a problem.
