Page 25 of Rhett (The Swift Brothers #3)
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Tripp
W hen I arrive at Rhett’s place, it takes him a moment to answer the door. I’m excited about tonight, excited to spend time out with him, even though I can’t claim him publicly yet. I’m hoping that will change soon. And even more important is the fact that he’ll be spending time with Morgan and East. The three of them need that, and I’m so fucking grateful that I get to be a part of it.
As soon as the door opens, I can tell something’s wrong. “What happened?” I ask, stepping inside.
Rhett looks slightly dazed.
“Baby, what happened?” I ask again, closing the door behind me and taking his face in my hands, feeling the scratch of his stubble against my palms.
Something about what I said seems to snap him out of his trance. “My dad came by. You just missed him.”
My heart sinks, and every muscle in my body tightens. That motherfucker doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as Rhett and his brothers, and I can’t help wishing I’d been here for him, that I could have stood by Rhett’s side when he dealt with Gregory.
“Shit. I’m sorry.” I take my jacket off, then lead him to the couch. “Is everything okay?”
We sit down, and again, it takes Rhett a moment to speak. He rubs his hands up and down his jean-covered thighs. “He started with his typical shit—saying he made me, insinuating I’m nothing without him. He said Morgan and East don’t love me, that they’re manipulating me. He blamed it on Morgan, then on East, and I just…couldn’t do it anymore. Don’t want to do it anymore. I’m so fucking tired of the way he makes me feel. I don’t deserve it.”
Hearing that makes me so proud of him. Months ago, hell, weeks ago, Rhett would have thought he did deserve it, would have found a way to blame himself, but that’s not him anymore. “No. You don’t. You never did. You deserve nothing but happiness. You deserve to be around people who love you and treat you well.”
He looks at me, brown eyes so damn sincere. “For the first time in my life, I believe that. I kicked him out. I told him he’s not worth it, and it’s like this weight I’ve been carrying fell off my shoulders, like I haven’t been able to breathe my whole life and now I can finally take in a deep breath. It’s incredible, but a little scary too.”
My heart nearly beats out of my chest. “Fuck, baby. I’m so proud of you.” I take his mouth with mine, but it’s Rhett who pushes his tongue between my lips first, Rhett who takes over the kiss, clearly hungry for something.
He eases forward, pushing me down to my back, and I go easily, Rhett coming down on top of me. He ruts against me while he devours my mouth, kisses me like my lips are all he needs in the world.
“It’s because of you,” he tells me, pressing his forehead against mine.
“No. It’s because of you.”
He smiles at me, the beauty of it knocking the breath out of me. I’m so fucking in love with this man.
“I want you to tease me before we go. Want you to bring me to the edge, but don’t let me come. Not until we’re home and in your bed tonight.”
Our bed, I want to correct him. I’m dying for it to be our bed. “That’s what you want? You don’t want to celebrate with an orgasm now?”
“No. Maybe it doesn’t make sense, but it gives me a kind of power to give that power over to you. Plus, I like making it last, drawing out the pleasure for as long as I can because I haven’t had enough of it in my life.”
The pieces click into place, and I like the sound of that. Like that for him, that he wants to make it last because it makes him feel good longer. “I want you to feel good for every second of the rest of your life.” I grin. “But for now, I’m going to make you suffer a little.” Pushing up slightly, I nip at his lip, and Rhett groans. “Sit up.”
He does as I say.
“Lube?” I ask.
“Upstairs in my nightstand.”
“Get those pants off, and I’ll be right back.”
I take the stairs two at a time, my dick already pulsing behind the fly of my jeans. Everything about Rhett turns me on.
A couple of minutes later I’m back downstairs. Rhett is still wearing his shirt but has it pulled up. His legs are spread, cock thick and hard and so damn mouthwatering. I lick a stripe from root to tip before sucking it into my mouth, the taste of his salty skin and precum bursting on my tongue.
“Needed to taste you first,” I admit, and a visible shudder rolls through him.
“Touch me.”
“I’m going to, baby.” I pump lube into my hand, then wrap a hand around his shaft, giving it a languid stroke.
Rhett’s hips pump upward. “Fuck,” slipping past his lips.
“You like that?”
“Everything with you feels so much better, so much more .”
My dick throbs, but even more importantly, my heart swells, taking over my chest. “For me too. Can’t get you out of my head. I don’t think you know what you do to me, how you make me feel.”
I speed up the movements on his dick. Rhett’s balls are already so tight and full, his cock flushed red and straining. I love how fast I can get him to the edge, how much he seems to enjoy my hands on him.
I twist my grip around him, using my other hand to play with his heavy nuts. Rhett’s thighs begin to shake, his muscles tensing, so I loosen my grip and pull back.
“Oh God. Touch me,” he begs.
“I will.” I kiss his left pec, then his right, before rubbing my cheek against him. “Remember, you want me to make the pleasure last. You want me to bring you to the edge over and over again, then tuck you back in until later tonight when you fuck me.”
He chuckles softly. “I’m starting to question my decision.”
“Did you change your mind?”
“Hell no.”
I smile at his response, then grasp his warm, throbbing shaft again, jerk him off, twist my hand around him, lean down and lick and suck his sac.
Rhett’s breathing gets choppy, and I know he’s trying to hold himself back, trying not to teeter so close to the edge, but I get him there, then pull away, again and again and again, before he breathlessly says, “Shit. We gotta go. We’ll be late.”
“I can’t believe you’re keeping an eye on the time like this.”
“Do you know me?” Rhett asks.
“I do, and I like you.” I press a kiss to his waiting mouth. “Don’t move.”
I go into the downstairs bathroom and wash my hands, before getting a washcloth wet and bringing it to him. My dick is straining against my jeans, but knowing we’re sharing this predicament makes it even more exciting.
I clean the precum and lube from his softening cock, then pull him to his feet and tug up his underwear and jeans.
“You take care of me,” he says.
No one has done that for him before, and I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive that I get to.
“You do the same for me.” I motion toward the door. “Come on. Let’s get bundled up and go see your brothers. Then, I’m gonna take you home with me where you belong.”
“I like that.”
We get our gear on, then put the stools in the back of my truck, which has the cover over it. We’re quiet as we drive to Gracie’s, and I reach over and put a hand on his thigh, in case he’s nervous, so he knows he’s not alone.
“This’ll be fun,” I tell him.
“Long time coming.”
“I’m sorry if your dad ruined any part of this day for you.”
“No. It needed to happen. Maybe there’s a reason it happened today. Can I ask you something off-topic?”
“Shoot.”
“Dusty knows about us. And you talked to Archer and Bruce about me…”
“Well, I told them I have feelings for someone. I would never out you.”
“You can. I know we’re a secret because of Meadow, and hell, probably partly for me too, but if you want, you can tell them.”
“How about if we don’t keep it a secret from our friends and your brothers tonight? Even if we don’t tell everyone, and only if you’re ready, we can tell the people who mean the most to us. We can trust them, and I like the idea of people knowing you’re mine. In fact, I was going to talk to you about it later, but I’d like to tell Meadow. She’s a good kid. And she’ll keep it to herself. I don’t want you to have to go home every night. I want to be able to cuddle with you when we watch movies. I don’t want to keep from Meadow something that’s such an important part of my life. Of course, I don’t want to rush you, but—”
“Yes. Yes, we can tell her, tell them. I want that too. I’ve wasted so much time, Tripp. I don’t want to waste any more.”
I pull into the lot at Gracie’s and park, then hook my finger beneath his chin. “I don’t want to waste any more time either.” After a quick glance to make sure no one is around, I give him a quick but heartfelt kiss. “You ready for this?”
“I am,” Rhett replies. “Finally, I am.”