Page 46 of Ruthless Desires, Vol. One (Ruthless Desires Series Extended Editions #1)

Oliver

I crawl on top of Rhett, straddling him and placing my hands on the floor on either side of his head. “I haven’t seen you all day. Have a good nap?”

Rhett doesn’t answer, yanking me down into a rough, hungry kiss. His hand wraps around my throat possessively, and goddamn, I’ve missed the feeling.

I slept late this morning, and by the time I got up, Rhett had just gone to bed. It’s not the first time it’s happened—and it won’t be the last. Not only is our work schedule ever-changing, but when you throw in Rhett’s insomnia, sometimes we go longer than we’d like without seeing each other.

Today, I’m just happy that Rhett actually got some sleep. It also meant that Elliot and I got to go to the movies with just the two of us and that Rhett and Wren got some one-on-one time. It was nice, but we were all disappointed we weren’t together.

“I missed you,” I say when Rhett breaks off our kiss, his hand still lingering on my throat.

“I’ll make it up to you soon,” he replies with a wink that absolutely melts my insides. “But first…” His gaze falls to Wren. “You’d better make good use of the time you have left with your princess before she goes back home.”

Standing, I give Rhett a hand and pull him up. Then I turn to Wren, my eyes following the trail of cum leaking down her inner thigh.

“Ah ah, princess. That stays inside of you.” Stepping up to her, I use two fingers to push Rhett’s cum back inside of her. “We said we’d fill you up, didn’t we?”

She arches a brow in a challenge. “I’m waiting.”

Elliot chuckles. “As you wish, love.”

Gently, he brings Wren to her hands and knees. We both strip, and he settles on his knees behind her, sliding into her with little resistance. The whimper Wren lets out is almost entirely drowned out by Elliot’s groan.

As I watch him fuck her, I can’t help but stroke myself. But it’s not long before Rhett comes up behind me, slapping my hand away and grabbing my dick. His free hand wraps around my throat again, squeezing ever so slightly.

“Elliot,” Wren cries when he rubs her clit. “Gentle, gentle.”

Rhett snickers. “A little sore, sweetheart?”

She sobs in relief when Elliot pulls his hand away from her clit.

“Sore from what?” I ask.

“Let’s just say she needed to be taught a lesson,” Rhett murmurs darkly in my ear.

Elliot’s eyes light up with amusement. Wren starts meeting his thrusts, pushing against him, and he smacks her ass.

“Oh, you want everything else rough, huh?”

Wren barely manages a nod.

Elliot obliges, thrusting into her hard. “Someday—someday soon—two of us are going to take you here at the same time.” Slowly, he eases two fingers into her vagina along with his cock.

Wren falls to her elbows, screaming into the crook of her arm.

“What did I tell you about quieting your screams, love?” Elliot growls. Then he grabs the hair at the base of her neck and yanks her head up.

She places both her hands back on the mat, too breathless to reply, but she’s smiling.

Rhett releases my dick and shoves me toward them. “The only thing that should muffle your cries is one of our dicks shoved down your throat, you understand?”

Her only response is a moan.

“Maybe you should show her what I mean, O.” Rhett pushes me to my knees in front of her.

Wren’s gaze turns greedy as she locks eyes with me. As soon as I’m within reach, she’s sucking my dick with unrestrained enthusiasm.

“So eager for our cocks,” I say, petting her hair. “Such a good whore.”

I let her have control for a minute, my head falling back as she moves up and down on my dick. But then Elliot starts pounding into her even harder, forcing her forward enough that she chokes on my cock.

“You can take it,” I say, grabbing onto her hair and thrusting forward in time with Elliot. “Goddamn, princess. You feel so good.”

Wren hangs on for as long as she can before weakly slapping her hand against my thigh. I pull out, smiling down at her. She coughs, drool falling from her mouth before she takes a deep breath. Then she opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out for me.

“Ready and waiting,” Rhett murmurs, his hand wrapping around my throat from behind. “Such a good girl.”

I love that he can’t stop touching me, I think as I slide back into Wren’s mouth.

We aren’t gentle with her. That’s not what she wants. And Wren takes every thrust beautifully.

When she taps my thigh again, I pull out for longer and watch her. Her eyes are glazed over from the heady sensations, her muscles straining from the tension building in her body.

“Elliot,” she moans.

“Come for us, love. Let yourself go.”

I capture her chin in between my fingers. “Up here, princess. Look at me while you fall apart.”

“Oli… Oliver—oh my god,” she cries, her eyes closing as Elliot’s ministrations pull her under.

“Look at me.”

With a gasp, she returns my gaze. Her eyes are wild with pleasure, but she manages to keep them open per my command.

“Such a good girl.” I smile down at her, stroking her face.

Elliot groans, grabbing onto Wren’s hips. “Fuck.” His grip on her tightens as he finishes.

I’ve always loved watching Elliot come. His entire body goes rigid, and he loses control of his calm, put-together facial expressions. And then he usually collapses, exhausted and sated.

As Elliot falls forward, he does his best not to crush Wren with his weight. He covers her shoulders and back in tiny, worshipful kisses while he recovers. “I swear, love, sometimes it feels like you were made just for the three of us.”

Her response is a lazy smile directed toward me. When Elliot pulls out of her, she starts to move, but he holds her still.

“You’re not going anywhere yet. That cum stays inside of you until we say so.”

Wren settles back into position, leaning down so her ass is in the air and she’s propped up on her elbows again. I kiss the top of her head before walking around her and settling in between her legs. Elliot and Rhett’s cum is already leaking out of her, and I push it back in with my fingers.

“Give me more, Oliver,” she pleads, and I can’t help but laugh.

I line myself up with her entrance. Then, gently, I ease into her, my eyes closing at the feeling of her wrapped around my dick. “Fuck, princess. You feel like heaven.”

What Elliot said is true. It feels like Wren was created to be the final person in our group. But it’s more than that, really. All four of us fit together so eerily well despite all of our differences. So it’s not just that Wren was made for us. It’s that we were all made for each other.

I can’t imagine wanting anyone other than them.

Rhett gets down to Wren’s level, grabbing her face and fitting his mouth to hers in an all-consuming kiss. I move in and out of her slowly, letting myself enjoy the feeling.

Is there anything better than this?

Wren clenches around me with a groan.

Shit. Definitely not.

“Fuck yourself on my dick, princess. Give me all you’ve got.”

She obeys without question, practically sobbing into Rhett’s mouth. Her ass bounces against my hips repeatedly, and I have to say, the view is pretty damn good.

After a minute, I reach down and find her clit. It’s a slightly awkward position, but I can make it work. As soon as I start stroking it gently, she begins to shake.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re like this,” Rhett murmurs, his face mere inches from hers. “Fucked to complete oblivion.”

She clamps down on me again, almost like she can’t help herself. Fuck. If she keeps doing that, I’m a goner.

“I need you to come, Wren,” I say tightly.

“You hear that, sweetheart? Better do as you’re told if you don’t want another punishment.”

I rub her clit faster, doing my best to not apply too much pressure since she’s sore. Apparently it’s just what she needed. In under a minute, Wren cries out, her body convulsing as she comes. I let myself go, finishing inside her and filling her to the brim. When I pull out, she whimpers, and I spread her cheeks to get a better view of our cum dripping out of her.

“We should do this more often,” I say, grinning at Elliot and Rhett.

Wren collapses onto the mat. She’s a panting, sweaty mess, and she’s never looked more like ours.

I get up, and the three of us stand over her like guardian angels. Actually, probably more like corruptive demons. Protective corruptive demons.

Crouching next to Wren, Elliot lifts her into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up and soaking. We can’t leave you feeling too sore.”

***

While Elliot takes care of Wren, Rhett all but drags me into his room.

“You know,” I say as he turns the shower on, “I would’ve come willingly.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it when I manhandle you, O.”

I can’t help but smile. He’s right.

Once the water is warm, Rhett pulls me into the shower and soaps me up. He does this whenever he can, and considering he can’t keep his hands off me, I figured today wouldn’t be the exception.

I relax as he scrubs me down with a washcloth. This is probably the only alone time I’ll get with Rhett today, and I have no desire to do anything except bask in his attention.

“How was the movie?” he asks.

“All right. A lot of stupid stunt moves, but at least Ell and I laughed a lot. Wished you were there, though.”

“I know.” He pushes me under the spray of water. “But having Wren here when I woke up was probably for the best. Got in more training.”

After she finished work this afternoon, Elliot picked her up and brought her here. She had the choice to either come to the movie with us or stay home and hang out with Rhett when he woke up. She chose the latter, saying she didn’t want him to wake up alone, which I thought was really sweet.

Rhett finishes rinsing me off and then cleans himself. I’d offer to help, but I know he won’t let me. So instead I take in the lines and curves of his body, watching the way his muscles flex as he runs his washcloth across his skin.

“Once we get back from this job, I want to do something nice for Wren,” he says as he rinses off. “With all of us. Take her out on a date or something.”

“Yeah?” I smile. Seeing Rhett care for her has hope blooming in my chest. Opening up to Wren has been hard for him, but he’s doing the best he can, just like he does for me and Ell. It’s been so long since he’s let someone else in that I was beginning to think it’d never happen.

“I like it when she smiles.”

This man is fucking adorable.

“And she’s been stressed lately, I think,” Rhett continues. “Makes sense considering everything we put her through last week. Plus the shit going down with her family. And Adam.”

Rhett spits Adam’s name out of his mouth with disgust. After last Tuesday when I found Wren unceremoniously beating her ex over the head with a book, Rhett has wanted to kill the guy. Almost did, actually, but Wren asked him not to. So Rhett let Adam move out of the city instead.

We’re not exactly sure about the specifics surrounding Wren’s family. She told us some stuff last week, but none of us want to push her into opening up before she’s ready. Her family doesn’t seem terribly supportive, though. More controlling than anything else.

“She seems a little lost,” I say.

Rhett’s gaze meets mine, and he nods. “The night at the cabin, after you were asleep, she said something to me. She’s afraid of forgetting who she is again. I don’t know what she meant—not sure she knows what she meant. She was freaking out and kind of rambling on. But I…” He works his jaw before sighing. “I don’t know.”

“What?”

“Remember what she told us about Adam? About how she made herself believe she wanted the future he wanted?”

“She’s not doing that with us, Rhett. Don’t even let your mind go there.”

“What if she is? We jumped into this really fucking fast, O. How can she be okay with dating three paid killers without some serious thinking first? I get that she likes us. But when she agreed to this relationship, she didn’t know what we are.”

Despite the steam filling the shower, I suddenly feel cold. “What are you suggesting?”

“What if… I don’t know, what if we’re some type of rebound? If she’s not sure what she wants from life, how the hell does she know she wants us? Are we just the first guys who gave her attention after Adam? Or maybe—”

“Rhett.”

He pauses, looking at me expectantly.

I sigh. Honestly, I should’ve seen this coming. Out of all of us, Rhett has the most trust issues. With good reason, but I hate that he can’t see what I’m seeing so clearly—Wren’s feelings are completely genuine.

“First of all, we agreed to a chance. A chance that this could work.”

Rhett looks away, his jaw tight. It’s not what he wants to hear and I know it.

“But,” I say slowly, reaching out and shutting off the water, “I’d say it’s working pretty well. There have been a few hiccups, sure, but we’ve worked our way through them. And I know you may be worried that she stepped into this relationship for the wrong reasons, but I don’t think so. Just watch her the next time she looks at one of us. That’s not a rebound look.”

“But why hasn’t she freaked out yet? We kill people for a living, Oliver. Murder people.”

I grin. “You’re missing one key factor.”

“What?”

“Wren is smart. Damn smart. I bet she’d already guessed what we were before we told her. And that probably eased her into it some.”

“Maybe so,” he mutters.

“Just trust this,” I say, resting my hands on his shoulders. “And if you can’t, then trust me.”

He touches his forehead to mine, eyes closed, and breathes out a sigh. “Always, O. Always.”