Page 42 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two

I belong to the three of them, body and soul. Irrevocably.

“Wren, fuck.” I shift us, pushing her onto her back and shoving her legs open more. It’s not until I’m covering her body with mine and pinning her wrists to the mattress that I even realize I’ve done it.

She cranes her neck upward, searching for me, and I oblige her with my mouth on hers. It’s harder than I normally kiss her, but how can I stop myself? Everything seems to be falling into place, and she fits so goddamn perfectly.

Wren’s legs wrap around my waist, pulling me down until I’m pressing into her so much I’m afraid I’m crushing her. If I am, she doesn’t seem to care, too focused on keeping her lips moving against mine. Slowly, I ease up, turning our kiss into a bunch of smaller ones.

“Rhett,” she moans. She tries to follow me, but I have her held down enough that she can’t. After struggling for a moment, she gives up.

“We’re with you too, you know.”

“W-what?”

I kiss her again—can’t help it. “You said you’re with me. We’re with you, too. Through everything, Wren. Processing what you had to go through with Jordan, dealing with your family, figuring your life out, all of it.”

Forever.

“I know,” she whispers. This time when she reaches for me, I let her wrap her arms around my neck, and I lean on my elbows. “It’s hard to believe sometimes, but I… I know.”

“What do you mean, hard to believe?”

She lets out a quiet, nervous laugh. “I’m not used to being so thoroughly cared for.”

I smile, dropping my forehead until it’s touching hers. I know the feeling. Oliver and Elliot did the same for me. “Now you’ll never have to go a day without it.”

Before she can respond, I’m kissing her again. I grab at her hair with one hand and snake the other between us. She has to unhook her legs from around me to make room, but the moan she makes when I press the heel of my palm to her clit makes me think she doesn’t mind.

“Rhett,” she gasps, rubbing herself against my hand.

“Shhh. You have to keep it down. Ell and O need to sleep.”

With another moan, she presses a hand over her mouth. The other clutches my arm as she works herself against me. Her panties are already soaked through, and I groan as she coats my palm with her arousal.

“Please take them off,” she whispers. “Please, Rhett, please.”

Hooking my fingers into her panties, I slide them down her legs before tossing them to the side. Gripping her thighs, I hold them open, wishing a light was on so I could see.

For a second, I stay frozen like that, unsure of what to do first. I somehow need to devour her while simultaneously burying myself inside her.

Wren sits up, pulling at my shorts and boxers until they’re halfway down my legs. I have to fall back on my ass to get them off the rest of the way. As I throw them onto the floor, Wren crawls in between my legs. I can just make out her silhouette as she takes my dick in her hand.

It takes a conscious effort to keep my groan quiet when she sucks on the tip of my cock. Her hand moves up and down in time with her head, pulling sensations out of me that make it hard to stay upright.

“Fuck,” I mutter, leaning back and resting on my elbows. Her moans only add to how good it feels. “Wren, I need…” I don’t finish the sentence—don’t know how to. The words to describe how I’m feeling are lost on me, or maybe they don’t even exist.

She lifts her head up. “Tell me.”

“I…” With a shake of my head I know she can barely see, I sit up again. “You. I need you.”

She gasps when I throw her onto her back. I hover over her, rubbing my thumb back and forth on her inner thigh. When she squirms and whines quietly, I finally move in and brush a finger over her clit. Trying to not make much noise, she clamps both hands over her mouth to stifle the sounds she can’t help but make.

“I love having you all to myself,” I tell her lowly. “Getting all your moans and your desperation and your needy little cries. Fuck, Wren.”

Wren whimpers, and one of her hands comes up to grab my arm. Like this, I know she’s mine—I know I own a part of her just like she owns a part of me. I don’t plan on letting her forget it.

After a minute, I switch to rubbing her clit with my thumb. One of my fingers slips into her, curling against her front wall.

“Oh my god!” Wren’s hand flies from her mouth to grip the comforter.