Page 43 of Perfect Convergence

“You good?”

She nods, and then she cries out. “Rhett, oh god. I’m going to come, please let me. Please, oh fuck.” Her eyes roll into the back of her head.

I press her shoulders into the mattress, holding her down as she explodes. She bites one of her hands to stifle her cries, but I yank it from her mouth. We all want to hear how she falls apart.

As she reaches her peak, she screams Rhett’s name, and I watch as he slows, fighting not to come. Fuck. If I was inside her right now, I don’t know if I’d be able to hold myself together.

Finally, Rhett removes his thumb from her clit, and she sags into the mattress. He’s still rolling his hips into her slowly, watching the way her chest heaves up and down.

The way Wren comes is always explosive. But this? This was way more intense. And... addictive.

After a few more seconds, Rhett grabs her and pulls her up so she’s straddling him, positioning her until she’s sinking onto his cock. He reaches in between them, and she jumps when he touches her clit. But then he pulls his hand out, his fingers covered in blood again, before wrapping it around her throat.

With a happy sigh, she grabs onto his shoulders and begins riding him, eyes shut. He keeps a firm grip on her throat, his butterfly tattoo partially covered in blood.

“Look at me, Wren. Look at me when you’re fucking me.”

She opens her eyes, and her expression softens when she meets his piercing stare. Then she kisses him, which I think is a surprise to us all considering his mouth is covered with blood.

He groans, his fingers digging into her hips. Then he throws his head back, swearing as he comes inside her. Wren’s expression lights up with fascination and ecstasy as she watches Rhett’s face. And then he falls back, pulling her with him, panting.

“Fuck, Wren. Fuck.”

She brushes her nose against his with a soft smile. The simple action has my heart warming in my chest.

Crawling off of Rhett, Wren glances to me. There’s blood all over her thighs now, but she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, if anything, she looks more enthusiastic.

“Ready for more?”

She nods.

Rhett pulls himself up so he’s sitting to one side of the bed, leaning against the headboard. I push Wren onto her back, spreading her legs and gently brushing my finger over her clit. Once we get going, I know I won’t last long, and I want her to come again. So I work her until she’s writhing underneath me.

When I slide into her, we both moan. It’s messy, but I don’t really care. I want to be inside her, and I know Rhett will enjoy seeing me all bloody, too.

I keep my movements even, not going too slow, but not going terribly fast, either. With every thrust, Wren’s breasts bounce, and she lets out a soft whimper. I don’t let up on her clit, watching as she struggles to last longer. But I can’t hold on for long.

Oliver crawls onto the bed, naked. His fingers trace around her nipples, not quite touching, just teasing. Wren’s breath hitches, her back arching into his touch. Then he brushes the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, watching with delight as she shudders.

When he pinches them lightly, it pushes her over the edge. I feel her clenching around me, and it only takes a few more pumps before she pulls me under with her.

My orgasm washes over me so powerfully that I almost fall forward. It’s not just her, although that’s a huge fucking part of it. No, it’s us. Rhett’s eyes on me, Oliver watching both of us, and Wren squirming underneath me. All of us on the bed, together like this. It’s an unlikely convergence of four people from clashing backgrounds, and yet we fit. Almost perfectly.

I think she sees it in my eyes, because she reaches out, placing her hand over mine where I’m fisting the sheets. Something soft and warm and so goddamn caring shines in her eyes as I come down from my high.

“Shit,” I mutter.

She sits up, cupping my face in her hands. There are so many emotions swelling in my chest as she kisses my cheek tenderly.

“C’mere, Ell.” Rhett pats the mattress next to him.

Whenever Rhett is open to affection, I fucking take it. So after squeezing Wren to me for a few seconds, I settle next to Rhett, as close to him as possible. As he puts an arm around my shoulders, his cedar and sage scent envelops me, and I breathe it in.

“Hi, princess.” Oliver gives her a smile.

“Oliver.” She rises to her knees, throwing her arms around him.

With one hand holding the back of her head, he presses his lips to her forehead, scrunching his eyes closed. I could see it written all over him yesterday, how disappointed he was in himself. How bad he felt for freaking out on Wren.

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