Page 35 of Perfect Convergence

With my index finger, I circle his hole once, twice, getting it lubed up. Then I slide it in slowly. Elliot moans, his fists clenching, and I look to Rhett.

He nods, so I keep going, moving my finger in and out until Elliot loosens up a bit.

“Add the second.”

I do, gently, little by little.

“Relax, Elliot.”

He does, taking a few deep breaths. My fingers move in and out of him with ease.

“Find his prostate and massage it with your fingers. Rub them against it.”

When I find it, Elliot grunts. I rub it lightly, not sure if too much will hurt him since I’ve never done this before.

Rhett is still stroking his dick, watching his face with a smirk. “You like her fingering your ass? Gonna make you come?”

“Fuck,” Elliot grits out. “More.”

“Add a little more pressure, sweetheart.”

I do, and Elliot lets out a loud moan. It sends a wave of pride through me, knowing I’m partially responsible for it.

Once I find a rhythm, it doesn’t take long before Elliot comes all over his stomach and Rhett’s hand. When Rhett nods to me, I pull out my fingers.

“So messy,” Rhett chides, staring at the cum on his fingers. “You’d better clean it up, pretty boy.” He holds his hand out in front of Elliot’s face, and I watch with fascination as Elliot licks it clean. “Now get on your knees. You have a job to finish.”

Elliot moves to the floor quickly, kneeling in front of Rhett and taking his cock into his mouth with a moan. Swearing, Rhett lets his head fall back, and his eyes slide shut.

“Just like that, Ell. Maybe I’ll give you two gold stars.”

With a strangled grunt, Elliot continues, grabbing onto Rhett’s thighs for balance. I glance to Oliver, and he seems enraptured by the sight of Elliot on his knees for Rhett.

“You ready?” Rhett says after a minute, his voice strained. “You’re too fucking good at this, Elliot.”

“Mmhmmgh.”

With a groan, Rhett comes down Elliot’s throat, just like he said he would. When he pulls out, he falls to his knees, taking Elliot’s face in his hands and kissing him roughly.

“Next time,” Elliot pants, “I’m in charge.”

Rhett smirks. “We’ll see.”

CHAPTER TEN

RHETT

ELLIOT FLOPS ONTO the bed, still breathing hard. I sit in between him and Wren, leaning down to give him another kiss. This one is slower. Less rough. More meaningful.

Some of the bullets Tyler shot into the woods were terrifyingly close to us—more so than we’ll ever tell Oliver. Our job comes with risks, and we all know that, but normally we’re able to stay relatively safe.

We knew Tyler was an extra danger, and we decided it was a risk worth taking. But after the ordeal we put Oliver through, and my own fear of losing Ell in the moment, I’m not so sure.

We’re going to need to be extra careful, especially since we have Wren now.

“I love you,” Elliot murmurs against my lips.

“Mmm. I know.” I give him one last kiss before turning to Wren. She’s watching us raptly, her lips slightly parted. “Did you enjoy that, sweetheart?”

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