Page 58 of Perfect Convergence

I don’t know how to help you.

“I’m not fragile, Rhett,” he says quietly enough that only I hear.

He’s not. I know he’s not. He’s one of the bravest people I know. Hell, just a week ago, he was jumping into the line of fire to keep me safe.

But that’s the thing, isn’t it? He did it because he was scared of losing me. And since that night when he thought he lost us, every time I look at him, his eyes are still a little haunted.

“Oliver...”

His gaze hardens. He’s not going to back down. “I’ll be okay. Now say it, Rhett.”

I blow out a breath. “I’ll stop avoiding you. I’m sorry.”

Tugging on the hand still wrapped around his throat, Oliver flips it around and presses his lips to my palm. It’s a tender action, one that makes my heart beat a thousand times faster.

“I love you,” he says, gently yet forcefully. And then he kisses me before I have a chance to reply, like he knows how easily I choke on those words.

Because he does.

I hold his head in my hands, silently promising to do better. Over the years, I’ve improved, but my god do I still have a long way to go.

Wren changes up what she’s doing, focusing on the tip of my cock and sucking. Her tongue runs along the underside every time she moves up and down, right where it’s sensitive, and I grunt into Oliver’s mouth.

The way he kisses me changes, and this time, when he fights for control, I give it freely.

There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t give you, O.

I let him taste me, let him shove his tongue down my throat like I did to him earlier. And maybe it’s messy, but it’s what I like. At the same time, Wren starts sucking my cock harder. I swear, they’re coordinating with each other.

When Oliver gives me a chance to breathe, I say with a strained voice, “You’re going to make me come in your mouth, sweetheart.”

Wren moans, the motions of her hand and mouth becoming more enthusiastic, like that’s exactly what she wants me to do.

Fuck, this woman.

“Rhett,” Oliver groans, and I realize—like an absolute idiot—that he’s missed me, too. That, possibly, he didn’t drag me into the backseat with Wren just to distract me from Holloway. It was to corner me, so I’d be forced to fix things.

And then I’m done letting Oliver have control. I take back the kiss fiercely, gripping his throat. My mouth moves against his so forcefully that it pushes him backward, and I have to hold the back of his head to keep him steady. He takes every bruising, branding kiss, matching my desperation with his own.

“Fuck,” Elliot mutters.

Oliver and I give him a glance. We’re sitting at a red light, and he’s looking back at the three of us. His eyes are pure fire, and I’d bet a large sum of money that his cock is rock hard right now.

His gaze rakes over me, hot and lustful.

I think that’s what does me in. The want in his eyes, and the fact that he’s watching. I barely have time to give Wren a warning before I’m spurting into her mouth. I let it take me under, let Oliver capture every one of my moans with his mouth.

Wren’s grip on me loosens, and when my cock drops from her mouth, she sticks out her tongue so I can see my cum coating it.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

We all jump when the car behind us honks their horn.

“Shit,” Elliot says, turning back around and hitting the gas. The light’s green now.

Wren swallows my cum, then she rests her head against my thigh, gazing up at me with a radiant look on her face.

“Get up here.”

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