Page 65 of Ruthless Desires, Vol. One (Ruthless Desires Series Extended Editions #1)

Elliot

We leave Jordan’s body in the basement to deal with later. As we head upstairs, my phone buzzes in my pocket, so I pull it out. My heart is instantly in my throat when I see who’s calling.

“I’ll catch up with you guys in a minute,” I say.

“Suit yourself,” Oliver says.

I watch them go, waiting until I’m out of earshot to answer my phone. “Ludo. What can I do for you?”

“Always getting straight to the point,” he says. “It’s one of the many things I admire about you.”

I roll my eyes. That’s the nice thing about talking on the phone with Ludo. When it comes to my facial expressions, I don’t have to pretend I don’t loathe the man.

“I’m going on vacation to Florida next week,” Ludo continues. “I’m bringing my fiancée with me, and unfortunately I have to attend to some business while I’m down there. My bodyguards will be with me, so I need someone to watch over her. And considering how brilliantly you three handled Edgar Williams, I thought I’d extend the job offer to you first.”

“Thank you for the opportunity,” I say on autopilot.

Next week. Florida. Shit.

This is the perfect chance to get closer to Ludo and maybe even gain some more personal information on him. If we’re going to be spending a significant amount of time with his fiancée, then we can probably get her to open up.

The only problem is that we told Wren we wouldn’t leave her here alone again. This is a no-brainer opportunity for us, but I refuse to go back on our promise. We could bring her with us, but there’s no way she’ll be comfortable with that.

Fuck. What if she says no?

What if she says yes? How do we keep her safe while we’re working?

“When do you need an answer by?” I ask.

“Tomorrow afternoon, preferably.”

“I’ll talk to the others.”

I don’t bother saying goodbye, ending the call and rushing to catch up with the others. Right now, the only thing I care about is the three of them. Ludo can wait.

In Rhett’s room, I find Oliver sitting on the bed with Wren in his lap. He’s kissing her softly, and she’s holding onto him so tightly I wonder if it hurts. Out of all of us, these two are the most openly affectionate—probably because they’re the ones who need affection the most. Seeing them give it to each other so freely warms my heart.

I can hear water running in the bathroom, so Rhett must be taking a shower. Understandable. I’d want to wash Jordan off of me, too.

Wren pulls away from Oliver and immediately spots me. Then she smiles. “You look happy, Ell.”

“I am.”

Gently, I lower myself onto the bed next to them. When Oliver cranes his neck toward me, I brush my fingers along his jaw before kissing him. Then I kiss Wren, wrapping one arm around her and my other around Oliver. When we pull away, my heart is so full I can’t help the huge grin that takes over my face. Now all I need is for Rhett to get his ass out of the shower so I can have all three of them in my arms.

“Who was on the phone?” Oliver asks.

“We’ll talk about it later.” I kiss him again, harder than before.

Since we got Oliver and Wren back, I haven’t been able to get enough of him. I was terrified I’d never see him again, that he’d die before I got another chance to hold him or kiss him or see his eyes light up when he laughs. So I’ve kept him as close as I can. I’ve had to share him with Rhett and Wren, but I’ve hogged him a little. I was just so damn scared.

“Hey. Ell, hey. We’re okay.” Wren strokes her hand down my back soothingly.

When I pull away, I realize I’m shaking. “Fuck. I’m never letting you two out of my sight again.”

Oliver laughs. “That might be a little inconvenient.”

“I don’t care,” I say firmly. And then I kiss him again, gripping the back of his shirt. After a minute, I move to Wren, pausing for a second at the soft concern in her eyes. I do my best to kiss it right out of her. They both have entirely too much anxiety to be worried about me.

I’ll be okay. As long as I don’t lose any of you.

When we break off our kiss, we realize Rhett is standing in the bathroom doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist. All three of us stare at him for a second too long, and he smirks.

“C’mere,” Wren says, reaching out to him.

He sits on the other side of her and Oliver, wrapping his arms around them like I am. Wren ends up cocooned between the three of us, and she sighs contentedly, relaxing into our embrace.

“Thank you,” she whispers. “For everything. For saving me, for taking care of me, for being so understanding.” She shifts in Oliver’s lap so she can look at Rhett. “And for killing him. For killing all of them.”

Rhett tightens his arms around her and Oliver, leaning down and kissing her at the same time. “I’d do it again.” He leaves a kiss on her jawbone. “And again.” Another on her neck. “And again.” Then her shoulder. “As many times as it takes, sweetheart.”

Tears spring into her eyes, but she blinks them back. “I know.”

We all hold each other tightly. It’s been multiple days since we brought Wren and Oliver home, but now that we’ve dealt with Jordan, I feel like I can finally relax. I know Rhett feels the same way, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Oliver and Wren do, as well.

Speaking of Wren, she seems more relaxed than I expected. She said she wants all of us, but it was in the heat of the moment. If she wants to back out, I want to make sure she knows we won’t get upset.

“Ell, I’m fine,” she says, and it takes me a second to realize my thoughts must be written on my face. “I trust you. All of you. There’s no reason for me to be scared.” She turns to look at Oliver, her gaze softening. “No reason at all,” she murmurs, running her fingers over his lips.

“Kiss me, princess,” Oliver whispers.

She does, grabbing onto his hair. He grips her waist, groaning into her mouth and letting her maneuver his head to the angle she wants. When she releases him, her eyes are unfocused, glazed over with want and need.

“Now you two kiss,” Wren says, glancing between me and Rhett.

The last thing I’d ever do is deny these three anything. So when Rhett grabs the back of my neck and yanks me toward him, I kiss him with the same ferocity that’s burning in his eyes. He bites my lip so hard I taste blood, so I do the same to him, releasing Wren and Oliver and grabbing his shoulders. When I dig my fingers into his skin, he lets out a grunt of pleasure.

“Holy shit,” Wren whispers.

“So fucking hot,” Oliver mutters.

I turn my head and smirk at him. “Jealous?”

“Nah. I know you can’t stay away from me.”

“Damn right I can’t.” I stand, picking Wren up and setting her in Rhett’s lap. Then I shove Oliver onto his back and crawl on top of him. I give myself a split second to absorb the grin on his face before I fuse my mouth to his.

Oliver practically blooms under my touch, the way he always does when I kiss him. He latches onto my arms and follows my lead as I take the kiss from heated and passionate to slow and meaningful. By the time I’m finished with him, his dick is hard against me, and I’m so turned on my cock is pressing painfully against my jeans.

“These,” I say as I get up and reach for Oliver’s pants, “are coming off. Now.”

He undoes my button and zipper, trying to pull my pants down as I try to get his. I have to swat his hands away and do it myself because he was just getting in the way. I make sure to yank his boxers down too, and he tears off his shirt eagerly.

Then we both hear Wren moan. She’s straddling Rhett, and he has her shirt and bra pushed up to her neck. He’s leaning her back slightly, keeping a firm grip on her shoulders while he sucks on one of her nipples.

Oliver sits up. “Bring her over here.”

Rhett doesn’t acknowledge him at first, either because he wants to keep Wren to himself or because he got so caught up in the moment that it took a second for Oliver’s words to register. But then Rhett stands, lifting Wren and turning around.

Wren laughs when he throws her onto the bed next to Oliver. He leans over her, running his fingers along the waistband of her pants.

“Can I take them off, sweetheart?”

She nods, lifting her ass when he pulls them down her legs. Then she pulls her shirt and bra over her head, tossing them to the floor.

None of us move. This is the farthest any of us have gone with her since the kidnapping. She told me the other day that even when she was with Oliver, she kept some lingerie on.

“I’m okay,” she whispers, propping herself up on her elbows. “Please touch me.”

I still hesitate. There’s no way she bounced back this quickly. And maybe she’s okay right now, but overall? There are going to be a lot of ups and downs.

Oliver moves first, rolling onto his side and curling an arm around her stomach. He leaves a trail of kisses from her shoulder to her fingertips, causing her to shiver at the light touch.

Rhett touches her next, lying next to her and pulling a moan from her lips when he kisses her. I move in between her legs and drag my mouth up her thigh. When I reach her panties, I press a kiss to the fabric. Then I lightly tickle her through them, making her moan again.

“Please,” she begs me.

Tugging her panties to the side, I swipe my tongue from her entrance to her clit. She gasps into Rhett’s mouth. I do it again at the same time Oliver runs his tongue over one of her nipples, eliciting a similar reaction from her.

Perfect.

I suck on her clit gently for a few minutes, but I want a different angle. “Get up,” I say, tapping her thigh.

She does, and I flip over onto my back. Rhett smirks at me, knowing exactly what I want. So he helps Wren get into position until she’s facing him and hovering right over my face. I grip her thighs and pull her down, circling her clit with my tongue.

Crying out, she grabs Rhett’s arms. He kisses her, capturing her moans in his mouth. And then, in true Rhett fashion, he wraps one of his hands around Wren’s throat.

“Don’t squeeze,” she whispers. “Please don’t squeeze. I need to be able to breathe.”

“I know,” he says quietly, stroking her hair with his free hand. He brushes his nose against hers. “I won’t.”

The bed shifts as Oliver crawls out of my limited view. I don’t think much of it until I feel him running his tongue up the length of my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan against Wren, making her whimper.

As Oliver takes my dick into his mouth, I do my best to focus on Wren. I alternate between stroking her clit with my tongue and sucking on it, letting her reactions guide me. I may have learned a lot about what she likes over the past weeks, but I’m no fool. There’s still plenty of Wren’s body for me to explore.

Oliver, on the other hand, has had ten years to explore mine, and he’s too fucking good at blow jobs. With one hand gripping the base, he focuses on the head of my cock, sucking and using his tongue to tease me.

“Don’t make me come, dammit,” I growl.

I hear—and feel—him chuckle.

Fuck.

“Ell,” Wren moans. She’s still caught in Rhett’s embrace, stroking his dick clumsily from the awkward angle. Or maybe it’s because she’s having trouble focusing.

I squeeze her legs, sucking on her clit to bring all of her attention back to me. It only takes a few minutes before she’s lost the ability to form a complete sentence. Rhett keeps his hand on her throat and his eyes locked with hers as she gets closer and closer to falling apart.

When I feel myself approaching the edge, I pull away for a split second. “Oliver.”

He gives me one last, long suck that almost makes me lose it on the spot. Holy shit. But I’m already focusing on Wren again. I want to keep her on the brink of her orgasm for as long as I can, but I don’t. There will be other times for building the tension in her body to an unbearable point. But today is about worshiping her and reminding her she’s safe with us.

And making her come so many times she can’t stand, of course.

It only takes another minute or two before Wren’s legs are tightening around my head. I go the tiniest bit faster, pulling a guttural moan from her throat. Then she tenses and cries out.

“Oh no, oh god. Ell, I can’t… no, fuck.”

At first I wonder why she said no, and I’m about to stop, but then it hits me—literally. Keeping a firm grip on her thighs, I lap up every drop as Wren squirts almost directly into my mouth.

“Just let go, sweetheart,” Rhett says.

She moans my name into Rhett’s chest as I lick her gently. Only once she’s fully come down from her high do I stop. I press one more kiss to her clit, making her hips jerk, before I crawl out from underneath her. By the time I’m sitting up, she still has her face buried against Rhett’s chest.

“Love?”

She lets out a muffled sound.

“Sweetheart,” Rhett says, drawing back a couple inches. He removes his hand from her throat, cups her chin, and smiles down at her. “It’s okay.”

She shakes her head. “I’ve never done that with another person before. Definitely not on someone’s face. Ell, I—”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” I say firmly. “It’s a part of sex, love. And it was fucking hot.”

She grimaces, but Rhett kisses her gently, still holding her chin. Oliver comes up beside me, pressing his lips to my shoulder. I grab him and shove him onto his back.

“You and your devilish tongue.”

He grins up at me. “You love it.”

I groan. “More than you know.”

I kiss the life out of him, our tongues tangling in a dance for control. Fuck, I want him so bad. But not right now.

“You’re sleeping with me tonight,” I say lowly in his ear, “so I can fuck you in the morning.”

“Oh, I’ll never say no to that.” He kisses me once more before I get off of him. “Princess, I want to eat you out while Elliot fucks you.”

“H… how?” she says, scrunching up her face while she tries to think through the logistics.

Fucking adorable.

“Oh, there are a few ways,” Oliver replies with a wink.

I come up behind her and stroke her arms. As I nuzzle my face into her neck, she relaxes into me, giving Rhett another kiss before he gets out of Oliver’s way.

“Wanna join?” I ask.

“Oh, I’m perfectly happy watching.” Rhett’s heated gaze rakes over the three of us as he settles against the headboard. “For now.”

I press Wren’s back to my front, running my lips up her neck before nibbling on her earlobe. My cock rubs in between her legs, and she whines, trying to grind against it.

It takes me a second to get the angle right, and then I slide into her. I loop my arms through hers to keep her against me, thrusting into her gently.

Fuck. It’s barely been a week since I’ve been inside her, but it feels like it’s been ten years. I groan into her neck as she clenches around my dick.

“Ahhh, oh my god, Elliot.”

“It’s Ell, love. You call me Ell now,” I say, thrusting into her harder.

“Ell,” she cries.

“That’s my girl,” I murmur.

The bed shifts as Oliver crawls in front of her. I can’t see what he’s doing, but based on the way Wren moans and clamps down on me, it’s exactly what he said he would.

“Oh, fuck,” she pants.

God, I love it when she’s like this.

It doesn’t take long before Wren comes. Neither Oliver nor I stop, forcing her higher until she’s screaming and convulsing against me. When I finally slow, she goes limp in my arms with a moan.

Oliver scrambles to his knees, cupping her face and kissing her. “I love the way you sound when you come, princess.”

“I love you,” she whispers.

I pause, glancing at Rhett. We were wondering if Oliver told her what he told me, and if she said it back. I guess this is our confirmation.

“I love you too, Wren,” Oliver says with a smile. Then he trails a hand down her body, reaching in between her legs. “Help me make her come again, Ell.”

Tightening my grip on Wren’s arms, I slide in and out of her, keeping my pace slow. I’m too close to last long, so Oliver is going to have to get her going first.

“Fuck,” Wren moans. She leans her head back on my shoulder.

“You’re doing so well,” I murmur when she starts to tremble. I go harder, groaning when she clamps down on my dick. “God, you’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”

“Ell,” she sobs.

“Oh fuck yes,” Oliver says, moving his hand faster. “That’s it, princess. Give it to us.”

It takes a few more seconds, but then she explodes, coming all over my dick with a loud groan. With every orgasm, it feels like she’s surrendering herself over to us more and more. She’s letting go of everything holding her back and falling into us with complete abandon.

We’ve got you, love. We’ll catch you.

Oliver slams his lips to Wren’s as she reaches the peak of her orgasm. The way she melts into him, opening her mouth so he can slip his tongue inside, is too hot of an image for me to handle. I come with one last thrust and a breathless moan.

“That’s what I figured would happen,” Oliver says with a smirk. Then he grabs the hair at the base of my neck, angling my head so he can fuse his mouth to mine. He controls the kiss, and I let him, too tired and sated to fight.

When I open my eyes, it’s to Rhett crawling over and tugging Wren from in between me and Oliver. He has her lie on her back, moving in between her legs. Wren’s expression softens as she gazes up at him.

“Is this okay?” he asks. “Like this?”

She nods, opening her legs more for him. He notches his dick at her entrance, groaning as he does. And then he leans down, propping himself up on his elbows while cradling her head with both hands. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Rhett handle something—or someone—so delicately.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, sliding deep into her.

She moans, arching into him. “Rhett. Rhett, please kiss me. Please—”

He captures the rest of her words with his lips on hers. The kiss immediately deepens as he slowly pulls out and slides into her again. She locks her legs around his waist, keeping him close to her.

“Call me your beautiful whore,” she whispers. “Plea-”

He kisses her again. “No begging. Today, we’ll give you whatever you ask for.” Then he leans down, placing his lips right by her ear and whispering. Just then, he picks up the pace of his thrusts.

Wren cries out, clinging to his shoulders. “Rhett, oh fuck.”

He groans. “Say my name again.”

“Rhett,” she whispers. She moves her hips to meet his thrusts, whimpering.

“You want more?”

“I want two of you inside of me,” she pants.

“DP?”

She shakes her head, snaking one of her hands down and sliding two fingers inside of her with Rhett’s cock. It pulls a moan from both of them. “Here. Like Ell said the other day.”

“Fuck,” Oliver mutters. I’ve been stroking his cock slowly, but I don’t think he has that reaction because of me.

“You want to fuck her with him inside of her?” I say.

“God. Yes.”

“O, get over here,” Rhett says gruffly. “And bring the lube.”

He grabs it while Rhett and Wren readjust so he’s lying on his back and she’s on top of him. She waits until Rhett has spread some lube over his cock before lowering herself onto him.

“Lean forward, sweetheart.”

She does, placing her hands on Rhett’s shoulders for balance. Oliver inserts two fingers into her, rubbing against Rhett’s dick. Slowly, Wren moves up and down to get used to the feeling.

“Just like that, princess,” Oliver says. “We’re going to take our time getting you ready.”

They do, adding one finger at a time and making sure Wren isn’t too uncomfortable. By the time they’re done, she’s squirming impatiently.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” Rhett says, tugging her down and kissing her. “Give Oliver some room.”

Oliver settles behind Wren, squeezing her ass. “You ready, princess?”

“Yes,” Wren whispers. “I want you to both come inside of me.”

Groaning at the thought, Oliver lines himself up. Slowly, he slides in with Rhett’s cock, stretching her. “Christ, Wren.”

She whimpers, digging her nails into Rhett’s arms.

“Tell us if it hurts, sweetheart.”

“No, it’s good. Please don’t stop.”

Oliver keeps his hands on Wren’s hips to hold her steady, pulling out and then sliding back in. All three of them groan.

I smile, my gaze fixated on the spot where they’re both stretching her wide open. “You’re taking them so beautifully, love.”

By this point, Wren is so overstimulated she’s barely with us. I’m not surprised when she comes first, or when she pulls Rhett with her.

“Fuck.” Oliver stares down at them, breathing hard. “Fuck.”

“I know,” Rhett says. He’s stroking Wren’s hair while she has her face buried in his neck.

“Rhett,” Oliver groans. He keeps his gaze locked with Rhett’s as he finishes. When he pulls out, their cum leaks out of Wren.

“So fucking hot,” I mutter.

As Rhett eases out of Wren, Oliver leans down and kisses her back. “How did that feel, princess?”

“I want to do it again,” she pants. “Oh god, not now. Some other time. I want Oliver and Ell. And then I want Ell and Rhett.”

I smile, helping her off of Rhett and pulling her into my lap. “There’s nothing I’d like more.”

We catch our breath for a few minutes, but we’re all sweaty and a little sticky.

“Come shower with me, love,” I say, helping Wren to her feet.

“You come right back here when you’re done,” Oliver says. “I have questions.” He gives me a pointed look.

Odd.

In my room, I get the shower turned on and pull Wren under the water. She’s shivering already since she isn’t pressed up against one of us anymore.

“How are you feeling?” I ask.

She nods, hugging herself, which isn’t the response I was looking for.

“Hey. Is this okay? Do you need me to step out while you finish?”

“What? No, you’re fine. I was just thinking. I… I don’t want to take a bath today.”

“Oh. That’s fine, love.”

I always enjoy soaking in the bath with Wren, and I’ll miss the time with her. But as long as she doesn’t think she’ll be too sore without it, I don’t mind. It’s not like we’ll never do it again.

Gently, I scrub her down, and she insists on doing the same to me. I used to think it was weird—the idea of your partner washing you. But then Rhett started doing it, and I realized it’s one of the ways he tells me he loves me since he has so much trouble saying the words. Ever since then, I’ve always looked forward to it.

Out of the shower, we dry off and get changed quickly. I’m curious what Oliver has questions about. By the time we make it back to Rhett’s room, they’re already changing the sheets.

“So,” Oliver says. “Who called you?” One of his eyebrows is raised in what almost looks like a challenge, and I realize he already knows.

“You heard.”

He nods.

“I didn’t,” Wren says.

Oliver grins. “You were too busy kissing Rhett all over his neck while he carried you down the hallway.”

Grabbing one of the blankets that fell off the bed, I drape it over Wren’s shoulders. This conversation has the potential to send her mind to dark places, so I keep an arm around her.

“It was Ludo,” I say.

Rhett freezes. “What did he want?”

“He offered us a job. Not the usual kind, though. He needs a bodyguard for his fiancée while they’re on a trip next week.”

“Next week?” Oliver exclaims. “Jesus. That’s short notice.”

I nod in agreement. “From what he said, it sounds to me like he had some last-minute business to deal with, and he’s turning it into a vacation. God knows why.”

When I look to Wren, she has the blanket pulled tight around her. Fuck. I was hoping she wouldn’t immediately get nervous.

“What I said still stands, love. We’re not leaving you behind. So if you say yes to this—and that’s if you say yes, because you don’t have to—then we’re taking you with us.”

She nods slowly, staring at the bed. “This would help you guys? With your revenge plans?”

“Yes,” Rhett says. He’s gripping a pillow tightly, and his jaw is clenched.

Please don’t pressure her. Please don’t—

“Can I think about it?” she asks, her voice small and quiet.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Rhett says. I have no idea how he’s so tense yet manages to speak so gently to her. “Ell, when do we need an answer by?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

“I’ll have an answer by tonight,” she says.

Rhett sighs. Then he tosses his pillow onto the bed. “I need to sleep.”

Good. He’s so behind on rest, I don’t know how he’s functioning.

Wren fidgets with her blanket. “Can I stay with you?”

“Sure.”

“Make sure he doesn’t get on his phone,” Oliver says to Wren. “He says it helps him relax, but he always ends up on news sites. And that’s stressful as hell.”

Rhett grumbles something under his breath while Oliver kisses his cheek and then Wren’s. I have to hide my smile as I take Wren into my arms, pressing my lips to the top of her head. Then I kiss Rhett softly, wishing I could reach inside of him and take some of the dark thoughts swirling in his mind.

Grabbing Oliver’s hand, I lead him out of the room. “Sleep well, you two.”