Page 35 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. One

“Ready?” Elliot comes to stand beside me, reaching out and buttoning up my coat. Rhett and Oliver stand behind him, each shrugging on their own coats.

I nod, glancing at the other two. Are they coming with us? I suppose it makes sense that they all rode together. Before I can ask, Elliot’s hand has returned to my back, and we head outside.

The cold air bites at my skin, and I shiver. But we’re not even on the sidewalk for ten seconds before Elliot is opening the door to a dark limo and helping me inside.

Geez. This is fancy.

All three men pile in. Elliot settles in next to me, and Rhett and Oliver sit facing us. And that’s when the awkward feeling hits.

The one that sits in the air, reminding me that I’ve flirted with allthreeof these men tonight, but I’m only going home with one of them.

A heavy feeling settles in my stomach.

They spent their night with me, and now they’re leaving early because Elliot is. Am I the reason they’re going home alone tonight?

God, I hope not.

Chapter three

Wren

If Rhett and Oliver are feeling the same awkwardness I am, they don’t show it. Instead, they’re both scrolling on their phones, completely lost to the world.

“Wren.” Elliot’s voice is quiet and deep in my ear, his breath warm against the skin on my neck. I shudder when he runs a single finger up my jawbone.

He tugs at the ribbon holding my mask in place, letting it fall onto my lap. Then his hand cradles my head as he peppers my face and neck with soft, worshipful kisses. Each one sends a shot of electricity across my skin. They leave me feeling tingly and warm, ready for more.

Then, without a moment’s hesitation, Elliot kisses me. It starts out gentle, with his tongue running across my lips, prodding them open. When I give in, he slides his tongue inside and then back out, slowly fucking my mouth. His hand on the back of my head curls around my hair, his grip tightening.

I struggle to keep my moans to a minimum. Elliot just feels sogood.But I’m hoping that maybe,maybeRhett and Oliver are too absorbed by their phones to notice us kissing.

But when Elliot finally pulls away, releasing his hold on my hair, I find them both watching us.

None of the men have taken off their masks, but I can still see the heat in their eyes. That part doesn’t surprise me. Whatdoes,though, is the lack of embarrassment that I thought I’d be feeling by now. Instead, the only thing coursing through my veins is want.

Sure, maybe it’s a little odd that Rhett and Oliver are watching. It’s not something I’ve ever done before. But I can’t say I’m against the idea.

Before I can think about it more, Elliot’s lips are on my neck. He kisses his way down to my collarbones, groaning against my skin. When he sucks some of the sensitive flesh into his mouth, I gasp.

His fingers fumble with the buttons of my coat until he’s able to push it off of me. As if he can barely restrain himself, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Is this okay, Wren?” he asks, his voice coated in lust. “If you’re uncomfortable, even the slightest bit, I need you to tell me to stop.”

I glance toward Oliver and Rhett again. Neither of them shows the slightest hint of embarrassment from watching Elliot and me. Oliver just quirks an eyebrow up, a grin appearing on his face.

“I’m not uncomfortable at all,” I say, turning and kissing Elliot. I hear one of the guys swear under their breath, and it makes me smile.

One moment I’m on the leather seat, and the next Elliot is lifting me onto his lap. His hands run over the fabric of my dress, and I realize that it’s low-cut enough that he could push it right off my shoulders. In the front, it’s a deep V, meeting below my breasts and showing off more cleavage than I normally do. And with its low back, he could do it with almost no effort.

Dragging his lips across my collarbones, Elliot places a hand on my upper back. I arch into him, moaning. And then he does it. His other hand reaches up, brushing my skin as he pushes the dress off my shoulder.

For a moment, I feel too exposed. None of these men have even taken their masks off yet. He senses my hesitation, tugging the sleeve back up, but I stop him with my hand on his.

“I don’t want to do anything you’re not okay with,” he whispers.

To be honest, I never thought I’d do something like this. But now that I’m here, feeling the want rolling off all three of them, I couldn’t imagine myself anywhere else. If Elliot doesn’t want to wait until we get to his house, then so be it.

Dragging his hand down my arm and taking the dress with it, I say, “I’m okay. I’ve just never done anything like this before.”