Page 73 of Desiring an Angel

“No,” I whispered, refusing to dwell on my morbid thoughts hammering at my brain.

But what if—

“Goddamnit,” I whispered harshly, eyes closing and breathing heavily. “Go downstairs. Continue on as though you’re fine—it’s nothing but a stomach bug.”

One steadying inhale, and I nodded to myself, determined to be as stoic as Rhett in my denial of illness.

The voices had faded, I noted as I crept back down the stairs on still-weak knees.

Sky’s whimper hit my ears, making my heart race again. A few quick steps brought the living room into sight, and arousal slammed into me—

Rhett’s face buried between her thighs.

Head tipped and back arched, Sky writhed against his mouth, her hands grasping at his dark hair. She whisper-moaned something about coming.

Then shrieked his name.

Her climax on Rhett’s tongue jolted lust through my groin, drying out my mouth.

He kissed up her lax body until he planked over her. “I’ve left you speechless for a second time.”

“I…Best. Way. Ever.” Her smile left me breathless as her voice. She cupped his face like he was the most precious gift on earth—the affectionate touch being one I knew he loved.

“Ash said you have a delicious dick.”

I bit my tongue over the sudden chuckle wanting to burst from me as quickly as the words did from Sky.

“Can I taste you too? I really would like to—I’m not very experienced with blow jobs, I’ll probably suck at it—” Sky erupted into laughter, something no woman had ever done in our bed.

I expected Rhett to move off her, tidy her dress, and send her on her way.

He smirked instead.

Legit smiled when he normally would have been turned off by a woman’s silliness.

I stepped into the room, my recent hugging of the toilet and what it might mean for my future deciding my next move. Rhett needed to connect emotionally with Sky as he’d done with me that first time he’d looked into my eyes while sinking into my body.

Both became aware of my presence at the same time, their heads turning my way as I approached. Pulling the condoms I’d tucked into my back pocket earlier in the day in the event things went according to plan, I closed the distance.

My hand held steady as I offered a foil packet to Rhett. “I want to watch you fuck her.”

“Yes,” Sky agreed without hesitation. “I mean, if that’s what you…please, Rhett? I-I just need to make you feel good, give you something in exchange for allowing me to stay here.”

The plea rushed from her mouth, and Rhett frowned, took the condom, and gazed back down at her. “This is no transaction.”

His stern voice, the choice of words sent that light hope racing through my chest again. Sex with women had always been that exact thing with emotions safely locked away.

Legs once more going weak, I sat my ass down in the other chair, shifting my hard length around for some breathing room between my spread thighs.

Sky gulped and peered up at Rhett as he backed onto his knees to kneel between her splayed thighs.

The clinking of his belt as he loosened it heightened my pulse. The rustle of clothing as he shifted to pull out his dick, how his pants lowered beneath his firm ass, tightened my balls. The bead of pre-cum on the head of his straining cock made my mouth water for a taste.

But he belonged to Sky in that moment, and I wouldn’t dare impose or draw his attention off her until they finished.

Rhett rolled the rubber down and once more planked over her, and goddamnit, the angle didn’t afford me a good view of—

“Oh!” Sky gasped as Rhett’s ass flexed, her hands grasping at his dress shirt. “Oh, yes.” She hissed and wrapped her heels around his ass, lithe muscles flexing until their groins pressed tight.

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