Page 70 of Ruthless Desires, Vol. Two (Ruthless Desires Series Extended Editions #2)

Wren

Cleaning up after dinner doesn’t take long. We’re pretty quiet, I think because we’re all so tired. Sleep only helps some when we have so much on our shoulders.

“Ludo won’t be able to get out, right?” I ask.

“Not even a chance.”

After drying his hands, Elliot hangs up the dishtowel and opens his arms to me. When I enter them, he kisses my forehead.

“We’ll show you where we’re keeping him tomorrow, but for now, just trust us. There’s no way he’s escaping.”

“I’ll always trust you.”

Oliver joins our hug, pressing his lips to Ell’s before nuzzling his face in my neck.

“We built a special room just for him. Took every precaution possible.”

Right. It’s silly of me to be worried. They’ve been planning this for a decade.

“How long are we going to keep him here?” I ask.

“As long as Rhett wants,”

Elliot replies, “but I can’t imagine he’ll want to drag this out for too long. I think we’re all ready to move on.”

“Definitely.”

Resting my head against Elliot’s chest, I close my eyes. Days ago, I was desperate to see him, hoping it wouldn’t be my last time. Being in his and Oliver’s embrace feels all the more sweeter now that I have them again.

“I’m never letting any of you go ever again,”

Elliot murmurs.

Oliver tightens his arms around us.

“I’m holding you to that.”

“Hey,”

Meredith says, and we break apart when she and Benny enter the kitchen.

“I was gonna put a movie on for Benny. Figured you all might want to join?”

“Sure, Mom. I’ll make some popcorn.”

I help Oliver gather bowls, and we carry everything into the living room together. Unsurprisingly, it looks like Benny already has a movie picked out.

Rhett steps into the living room after us. He looks freshly showered, and while we’re all still tired, it doesn’t seem like he has quite as much weighing down on him. His eyes land on me, and he opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, but then he closes it.

I give him a questioning look, but he shakes his head and settles on the love seat. Before any of us can join him, Benny climbs onto it with a blanket and a bowl of popcorn.

“Oh, hey,”

Rhett says, pulling a small package out of his pocket.

“I have something for you.”

Gasping with delight, Benny snatches it from Rhett’s hands. “Gummies!”

Rhett smiles.

“From Axel.”

That makes Benny’s face fall.

“Where is he? Will I get to see him again?”

“Probably not. He wanted me to tell you goodbye, and to take care of yourself. I’m sorry, buddy.”

“Oh,”

Benny says quietly, staring down at the package.

Meredith presses play on the movie, probably assuming that the best thing for Benny right now is an immediate distraction. Oliver and I sit on either side of Elliot, and Meredith and Andrew take the armchairs.

I’m so happy to be doing something like this again that it’s hard to pay attention to the movie. It’s different than normal since there’s more than just the four of us here, but not in a bad way. This can be a new normal.

It’s still good. We’re all safe, we’ve finally reached the last stage of our plan, and no one is standing in our way anymore.

We’re getting everything we wanted, I realize, my gaze falling on Benny and Rhett. And more.

***

Once the movie ends, the boys go to bed, and Meredith heads home. I was beginning to wonder if she was going to spend the night here, but I guess Andrew is sleeping in the room she normally stays in. She seems reluctant to say goodbye to Oliver, though.

I’m exhausted, so I shower and get ready for bed. This time, when I pull one of the guys’ old T-shirts over my head, it doesn’t make my eyes sting with tears. Instead, I inhale, taking in the scent of laundry soap and smiling.

There’s a knock at my door, and when I open it, Rhett is standing in the hallway. A soft smile forms on his lips when he takes me in.

“What?”

“I just like you in my shirts.”

Leaning down, he brushes his lips over my jawbone. His hands grasp at my waist, pulling me tightly into him.

“And in black.”

Warmth floods my body, and I wrap my arms around his neck. Rhett wastes no time in kissing me. As he does, he backs me into the room and nudges the door shut with his foot.

We had some time together yesterday, but most of it was spent sleeping—or having sex. It’s what we needed, but I feel like I haven’t had any time to catch up with him.

“I thought about you,”

I whisper in between soft kisses.

“I thought about you so often. All I wanted was a chance to hold you again.”

Rhett’s arms come around my body until he has me flattened against his chest. My head rests on his shoulder, and I breathe deeply as the scents of cedar and sage wash over me like a balm to my soul.

We were only apart for two weeks, but it felt like months—years. I don’t think there was ever a point where I took the guys for granted, but now I know for sure that I never will.

“I can’t live without you three,”

I say before pressing a kiss to Rhett’s shoulder.

“We’re not going anywhere,”

he says reassuringly, and his hold on me tightens.

“Never again, Wren. I’m never risking any of your safety ever again.”

He pulls away before I want him to. Something in his eyes keeps me from closing the distance between us again. His lips are parted, and the look on his face is similar to last night, except this time, the hesitation is missing.

“Rhett,”

I whisper.

“It’s okay if—”

“I’m ready,”

he says, his voice firm.

“I never should’ve waited to tell you. I almost lost my chance—my only chance—all because I got caught up in letting the wrong person have a piece of me.”

My breath catches in my throat. I was prepared to wait years for this moment, if it ever came. My heart would break if it hurt Rhett to tell me, but he doesn’t seem like he’s struggling. Maybe he’s a little regretful, but that’s different. He wants this.

“You’re sure?”

“I can’t live like that anymore,”

he murmurs, brushing his nose against mine tenderly.

“You’re far too important to me. I love you, Wren Taylor, more than words could ever describe. You deserve to know. You deserve to hear it. You deserve—”

Before he can finish, I fit my mouth to his. I should probably let him keep going, but my heart is so full it’s bursting at the seams. With a startled sound, Rhett grabs my waist. His lips move against mine slowly at first, and then more confidently as I slip my arms around his neck.

“I love you, too,”

I breathe out.

My body feels light, and kissing Rhett is getting a little awkward because I can’t stop smiling. Is there a better way to end today? I can’t think of one. Of course I already knew Rhett loves me, but hearing him say it? Knowing he’s gotten to a point where he can?

I know I’m precious to him, but this reinforces it. It helps heal the part of me that hasn’t caught up with the present yet and is still terrified I’ll lose him.

As my smile morphs into a laugh, I back Rhett up to my bed and push him onto it. I crawl onto him and straddle his hips, savoring the feeling of his body against mine.

He reaches up, his fingertips feathering over my cheek.

“I’m so sorry I waited to tell you, sweetheart.”

“Don’t apologize. You needed time.”

Bracing myself on my elbows, I pepper kisses all over his face.

“I told you, Rhett. I want to love you the way you need to be loved.”

At my statement, his expression softens.

“Sweetheart…”

But he doesn’t go on. I don’t think he knows how to.

Finally, I press my lips to his. He cups the back of my head as he kisses me sweetly. When his tongue slips into my mouth, I caress it with my own.

“Tell me again,”

I whisper.

“I love you.”

He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t look away. There’s no pain or discomfort on his features.

A new smile takes over my face, and there isn’t a thing I could do to stop it. In the course of a few weeks, I’ve gone from almost losing everything I wanted, to getting it all back and more.

“I need to see you.”

Rhett’s voice is hoarse, his gaze so intense it burns.

Before I move back, I brush my lips up his neck one last time. My fingers grip the edge of my shirt before I pull it over my head and toss it onto the floor. Rhett’s eyes darken as he takes me in.

“God, Wren.”

His hands travel up my body until they’re cupping my breasts. He squeezes them gently, making me moan.

“I missed you so much.”

There’s a heaviness to his words that hits me hard. It’s something that I can’t ignore forever, but I can for tonight. Right now, I want to focus on us—on how we’re finally together again. So I roll my hips into him, feeling how hard he is through his briefs.

Letting out a choked groan, Rhett sits up and fits his mouth to mine. One of his hands wraps around my throat, and it feels so natural to let him hold me like this. I slide my tongue into his mouth as I continue grinding against him. My panties are soaked—I can feel it—and I’m only getting more turned on.

“Heaven,”

Rhett mutters against my lips.

“You feel like heaven, sweetheart.”

Grasping his shoulders, I move faster, needing to somehow get even closer to him than I already am. He groans into my mouth. The sound only feeds into my need, and I fuse my mouth to his in a desperate attempt for more.

“Fuck.”

Rhett tosses me onto the bed and yanks my panties down my legs. His breathing is already hard as he tears his own clothes off his body.

I lick my lips at the sight of him. His cock is hard, and all of a sudden, my mind is consumed with thoughts of taking as much of it into my mouth as possible. Stroking it, feeling the soft skin under my touch, tasting him…

Without realizing, I crawl toward him. He’s kneeling on the bed, watching me silently, his eyes full of heat. I wrap one hand around his dick and stroke. A soft breath escapes his lips just as I run my tongue over the tip.

“Sweetheart.”

He gathers my hair in his hands to keep it out of my face as I suck lightly.

My own moans fill the air as I take more of him in with each bob of my head. The guest rooms are on the other end of the house, so I’m not worried about anyone hearing us. Although I’m sure Elliot and Oliver have come upstairs by now.

As I work my way up and down Rhett’s cock, I stroke it with my tongue. He tilts his head back with a low groan as my hand follows my mouth.

Someone knocks on the door, and his grip on my hair tightens when I move to pull away.

“Don’t stop,”

he tells me.

“I told them to come in after a little bit. I know you’ve missed them, too.”

My heart melts.

“Fuck, look how wet you got her,”

Oliver says from behind me, and then I feel him climb onto the bed. He palms my ass and presses a kiss to the small of my back.

Elliot crawls onto the mattress, stopping by Rhett and pulling him into a kiss. As Oliver traces a finger through my arousal, I whimper. I’m practically aching with need.

“Who’re those for?”

Rhett asks.

I try to move away again to see what he’s talking about, but he holds onto my head and thrusts into my mouth.

“Not yet, sweetheart. You feel too good. I can’t let you stop.”

My groan of protest is halfhearted at best.

“They’re for her,”

Elliot replies.

“We’ve waited long enough.”

Oliver sinks a finger into me, and I focus on the tip of Rhett’s cock, trying to look Elliot’s way to see what he’s talking about. Rhett catches on to what I’m doing and guides my head back into position. Slowly, he slides in and out of my mouth while holding me in place.

“Be a good girl, Wren,”

he chides.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

“Just focus on him,”

Oliver says as he rubs my clit.

I do my best to obey. Closing my eyes makes it easier to ignore whatever Elliot is doing, but I can’t keep all of my attention on Rhett. Oliver is massaging my clit just right, and it sends my mind into a fuzzy, pleasure-induced haze.

After a minute, Rhett’s hold on my head loosens.

“You ready?”

“Whenever you are,”

Elliot says.

Rhett pulls out of my mouth. Before I can see anything, he leans down and kisses me. The second he pulls away, Elliot grabs my chin and seals his lips to mine.

“We never would’ve gotten out if it wasn’t for what you found, love.”

His lips trail across my jawbone before he kisses the spot below my ear tenderly.

That ache returns to my chest, and I shake my head. “I—”

“Let us show you how much that means to us,”

Oliver says as he slips something soft over my eyes.

I gasp, reaching up to feel the silk fabric. I wasn’t expecting them to blindfold me.

“Is this okay, sweetheart?”

“Yes,”

I whisper.

“I trust you.”

“Hold out your arms,”

Elliot tells me.

When I do so, I feel the familiar material of rope winding around them. I sit back on my heels, and once Oliver is done tying the blindfold over my eyes, he slips his hand in between my legs. Shuddering, I spread them wider for him.

“Such a good girl.”

Oliver kisses my neck as I lean back into him.

“More. Please, I want more.”

“Always,”

Oliver whispers in my ear.

Rhett moves away from me, and I hear the unmistakable sound of him opening a bottle of lube. “Oliver.”

“Give it to me,”

he replies, pulling his hand away from me.

I whine at the loss of his touch, wishing I could reach out to him, but Elliot has my wrists tied together.

“Always so impatient,”

Oliver says on a snicker.

“Bend forward.”

I do, resting my cheek on the blankets. Someone—Elliot, I think—strokes his hand down my arm as Oliver squirts lube in between my ass cheeks.

“You want more, princess?”

Oliver asks.

“I’ll give you more.”

Oliver slides a finger into my back hole, pushing lube inside. I whimper at the feeling, raising my ass to give him better access.

“What’re you thinking?”

Rhett asks.

There’s silence, and I lift my head, trying to see through the edges of the blindfold.

“Ah ah, love.”

Elliot lays a gentle hand on my head, pushing it back down.

“No peeking.”

“Her ass is mine,”

Oliver says as he inserts a second finger.

Once he’s done prepping me, he climbs off the bed, and a few seconds later I hear the bathroom sink running.

“Lift your hands,”

Elliot tells me.

I straighten up so I’m kneeling again, and I feel something pulling my wrists even farther upward. Whatever Elliot is fastening the length of rope to, it’s above me.

The hook, I realize.

Someone lightly pinches one of my nipples. I lean into it, a soft moan escaping my throat.

“So beautiful,”

Rhett whispers. His lips meet mine, and he grips my throat as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. Only once Oliver is back does he let me go.

“Pick her up,”

Elliot says.

I feel Rhett’s arms come around me, and he lifts me up while Elliot gets into position. Once he’s ready, Rhett lowers me down. Someone pushes my legs open, and as they adjust me so I’m straddling Elliot, he guides his cock into me.

“Fuck,”

Elliot groans. His hands settle on my waist as I slowly roll my hips.

“Now, Oliver,”

Rhett says.

From behind, Oliver kisses my shoulder.

“You ready, princess?”

I nod, so he presses into me carefully while Rhett leans in and kisses me. I do my best to stay relaxed as Oliver starts sliding in and out.

“I love feeling him inside of you.”

Elliot thrusts up into me, his voice tight.

“God, Ol. Harder.”

“Can you take it?”

Oliver murmurs teasingly in my ear.

“Yes,” I moan.

Oliver holds onto my hips, his hands just below Elliot’s. He drives into me with more force, causing me to lose my breath. I lean forward more, the rope around my wrists taking a little of my weight.

“What a sight,”

Rhett mutters, reaching down to find my clit.

“Fucking perfect.”

I gasp at his touch. His finger circles my clit as Oliver thrusts into me. It’s almost more than I can bear, especially when Rhett slams his lips to mine and refuses to pull away.

“That’s it.”

Elliot’s voice is strained.

“Make her come on our cocks.”

With a groan, Oliver picks up his pace. My breath hitches, and I feel tension building low in my stomach. Rhett plays with my clit, only breaking off our kiss for a few seconds so I can gasp for air.

The blindfold is still nestled over my eyes, and it heightens my senses. It only takes a few minutes before I tumble into my first orgasm. I cry out, and Rhett swallows the sound, lightening his touch on my clit.

“Oh my god,”

Oliver groans.

“You both feel so good.”

Once the remnants of my orgasm have washed away, Rhett pulls back. I wish I could see him—see where he’s looking and what’s on his expression. But then I feel his lips on my breasts as he peppers them with kisses. He licks one of my nipples before he sucks on it, and I groan.

“More?”

Oliver asks as he thrusts into me.

“Definitely,”

Elliot replies.

“Make her come again.”

And they do. I come two more times before Oliver finishes inside me. By the time he pulls out, I’m exhausted and shaking, but I don’t stop. I start riding Elliot, moaning at the feeling of him sliding in and out of me.

“Fuck, just like that,”

Elliot says.

“Don’t change a thing.”

Rhett is kissing my neck while working my clit gently. I’m not sure where exactly Oliver is, although I think he collapsed next to us on the bed.

“Fuck him harder, sweetheart,”

Rhett tells me.

“Make him give you every drop of cum he’s got.”

I’m already going as hard as I can, but I try anyway. When Rhett starts rubbing my clit faster, I cry out, feeling myself clench around Elliot’s dick.

“God, Wren,”

Elliot groans. His voice is tight, and his hand—at least I think it’s his hand—slides up my thigh.

“So fucking hot,”

Oliver mutters.

“Touch her, O,”

Rhett says.

“Show her how you feel.”

Within seconds, I feel his lips dragging up my body. Having all their hands on me and knowing they’re all watching me sends pleasure coursing through my body. Sparks shoot through my veins as Rhett speeds up his hand.

“One more time,”

Elliot pants.

“Make her come one more time—fuck, quickly.”

“You’re doing so well, princess,”

Oliver praises as my whimpers fill the room.

I’m so close. So close. The tension in my body is only building higher, and my thoughts slow as my orgasm creeps closer.

“I wish you could see yourself,”

Rhett murmurs in my ear.

“I wish you could see the way they’re watching you. My beautiful whore.”

“Fuck,”

I cry. My orgasm crashes into me, so powerful I lose my breath.

Rhett and Oliver hold me steady as Elliot takes over, thrusting into me a few times before he lets out a deep groan. I feel him shudder underneath me as he comes, his hold on my hips tightening.

“I knew you had it in you.”

Oliver kisses me gently before undoing the blindfold.

When I blink open my eyes, I find all three of them smiling at me. I arch upward and press my lips to Rhett’s in a tired, shaky kiss. He strokes his fingers down my cheek, and when he pulls away, my heart skips a beat at the heat in his eyes.

“Let’s get you untied,”

Elliot says.

Rhett and Oliver lift me off him so he can get out from underneath me. Once he’s up, Elliot kneels in front of me. His kiss is sweet, and then he unties me and rubs my wrists.

“You feel okay?” he asks.

“Mmhmm.”

Slipping my arms around his neck, I pull him down for another kiss. This one is deeper and almost lazy. His body is warm against mine as my thoughts turn hazy from the way his lips move against mine.

When I break off the kiss, Rhett is waiting for me. He has me lie down on my back with Elliot and Oliver on either side of me, and then he positions himself between my knees. Pushing my legs up, he guides his lubed-up cock into my ass, slowly pushing inside.

I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s staying upright, his gaze locked on where he’s sliding in and out of me. I smile. He’s always loved watching that.

“God, sweetheart.”

Once he’s found a good pace, his gaze slides to my face.

“You feel amazing.”

He starts rubbing my clit, but I shake my head.

“No.”

Grabbing onto his arms, I pull him down.

“I want to feel you against me.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, trapping him against me, and he presses light kisses to my neck.

“I love you,”

Rhett whispers as he slides deep into me.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Each time he says the words, he places a tender kiss to my neck and face. Tears well in my eyes—happy ones, I think—as he keeps going. By the time Rhett is kissing my lips fervently, I’ve lost track of how many times he’s said it.

I cling to him while he fucks me deep and slow. Oliver and Elliot watch, one of them stroking my hair while the other holds my hand. And my heart finally starts to believe that this is happening—that I finally have them back.

“Rhett,”

I sob, unable to hold back any longer.

“Oliver. Ell.”

Pausing, Rhett pushes up so he can see me.

“What’s wrong? Wren—sweetheart, it’s okay.”

He brushes away my tears, but more replace them instantly.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Rhett looks to Elliot and then Oliver before slowly starting up again. I pull him into me, but he stays up enough that he can keep watching my face.

“We’re okay,”

he whispers.

“I know. That’s why…”

I sniffle and do my best to blink back my tears.

“I’m just so happy to have you three home again.”

Oliver strokes a hand over my hair.

“We know, princess.”

“We’re happy to be back, too,”

Elliot says.

Leaning down, Rhett captures my mouth with his in a kiss that washes all my pain away, even if it’s only temporary. The ache in my chest lets up, and I hold his head and kiss him back until his thrusts slow and he comes inside me.

“You’re my forever,”

I say as he lifts me into his arms. When Oliver and Elliot join us, their arms encircling me, I make sure to look them both in the eye.

“Forever forever.”

“And you’re ours, love,”

Elliot tells me, his expression full of warmth and the slightest hint of amusement.

With a happy sigh, I relax into them and let my eyes slide closed. We have a lot to heal from and a lot to work through, but that’s manageable. It’s good. And feeling all three of them against me, that’s what I want. I wouldn’t choose any life other than the one where we get to help each other heal, and I’ll never stop being grateful for the fact that we actually get to.