Page 55 of Perfect Convergence

I lean forward, pressing her legs even closer into her body, and slam into her. She cries out, forgetting to stay quiet, and I smirk before my mouth meets hers.

The way her lips move against mine is unfocused and unsteady. And then she’s not kissing me at all, instead whispering, “Oh god, oh god oh god oh fuck.”

It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed.

I pull away ever so slightly, watching as her back arches and her face goes slack with ecstasy. The way she feels as she comes on my cock is pulling me closer to the edge, and I’m trying to hold on, but fuck. How am I supposed to when it all feels so good?

With a shuddering breath, I slow my thrusts, trying to draw out her orgasm and delay my own. It seems to work, because she lets out something like a sob, and her middle finger is still moving on her clit with a feather-light touch.

When she whimpers again, I clap a hand over her mouth.

“Those noises, Wren. They’re going to make me come. And I’m not ready yet, dammit.”

She grunts against my hand, then takes in a series of short breaths through her nose. Only when her hand falls away from her clit do I release her.

“Holy shit,” she says, the words coming out all tired and breathy. Her eyes are closed, her hair is a bit of a mess, and she looks absolutely ravaged.

Well, not absolutely. That’s how she’ll look when Rhett and Elliot are through with her. But I’m proud of my part in it.

Wren grips the table with one hand, and with the other she runs her hand lightly over my chest. One of her fingers brushes over my nipple, and the zap of electricity it sends through me has me swearing.

“Oh my god,” she murmurs. She does it again, and I grip her legs tighter. My hips pick up their speed without my permission. The feeling is too addictive.

Just like I did to her earlier, Wren uses her thumbnail to lightly scrape my nipple through my shirt. She doesn’t stop, watching me with rapt fascination.

“Wren,” I groan. Not yet. Fuck, not yet.

But my body betrays me, my vision blacking out as I finish. Wren rubs my nipple one last time before she’s pulling me down and kissing me. All of this barely registers in my mind as I come, wave after wave of pleasure overwhelming me. When I’m finally able to think again, it hits me that I’m not kissing her back, too lost in the euphoria.

We break off the kiss and stare at each other, chests heaving and hearts pounding. Gently, I lower her legs and pull her into a tight embrace. When I release her, there’s so much emotion on her face that it should probably terrify me.

It doesn’t.

I kiss her. “Come on, princess. We should get back before Ell and Rhett get too jealous.”

Besides, I have a plan I need to set in motion.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

RHETT

WHEN OLIVER TEXTS me, my body floods with relief. In minutes, Elliot and I are downstairs by the private entrance we came in through. I spot Oliver and Wren, and I have to hold back a laugh.

They’re both wrecked. Hell, they look like two teenagers at prom who just fucked in the bathroom.

When we get to the SUV, I’m so happy to be putting distance in between myself and Ludo that I don’t even care when Oliver and Wren push me into the backseat. Or that they put me, the biggest out of all of us, in the middle seat.

Before she gets in the car, Wren pins Elliot against his door and kisses him. To say he’s taken by surprise would be an understatement. But he kisses her back with as much enthusiasm as she gives.

Inside, he couldn’t take his eyes off her and Oliver. And god, neither could I. The way they were dancing together was so fucking hot it hurt.

“She’d better be sober,” I say darkly in Oliver’s ear. On the dance floor earlier, I saw him take Wren’s drink away, but she was definitely acting tipsy.

He just kisses me. “You know I wouldn’t do anything if she wasn’t.”

As he takes me in, his expression softens. My skin is already crawling—always does when I’m around Ludo—and it doesn’t go away when Oliver reaches out and brushes his fingers over my cheek. But my heart warms all the same.

I need you, Oliver. And I’m sorry I can’t be what you need.

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