Page 87 of Ruthless Desires, Vol. Two (Ruthless Desires Series Extended Editions #2)

Rhett

The kitchen is filled with morning light as I sip my coffee and silently read a few poems from Isabella DuPont’s first collection. Wren finished the fourth one a few days ago and hasn’t been able to stop talking about it, so I figured it’s time I start reading them, too.

The little pink book rests on the kitchen counter while I sit at one of the barstools. The house is quiet still, and none of us really have much planned for today until this evening. No jobs, no connections to maintain, and nothing to do but make sure Oliver is ready for his big day.

It’s… nice.

I’m still trying to get used to days like these. To a life like this. We spent so much of our lives focused on one goal, on one thing, and it almost ate us alive. Now that we’re on the other side—even though it’s been three years—everything feels almost surreal.

I’d say it’s too good to be true, but we’re here. It is true. We’re free.

A set of familiar, soft footsteps sounds on the stairs, and I close the book and cross the kitchen. I’m halfway done pouring coffee into a mug when I feel her fingers trailing down my back in a silent greeting.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

Wren makes a surprised sound.

“I could’ve been Oliver.”

I shake my head.

“Footsteps are too different.”

She hums as I grab the half and half from the fridge.

“This for me?”

“Mmhmm.”

I brush my lips across her forehead before unscrewing the cap and pouring the cream into her coffee.

“Sleep well?”

“Yeah. You?”

Her brows are furrowed as she watches me, and I don’t miss the concern in her voice.

Ever since we killed Richard and Ludo, my insomnia symptoms have faded. Not entirely, but enough that my sleep schedule more or less matches everyone else’s now. I feel much more rested these days. It’s like my body finally knows it can relax. I rid the earth of the men who hurt me and Sammy—who hurt all of us. Now, it’s time to live again.

“I’m okay,”

I tell her, and I mean it. I may have gotten up earlier than normal today, but it was for a different reason.

At my assurance, Wren smiles and rises onto her tiptoes to kiss me. Her arms come around my torso, the feeling right and warm, before her lips meet mine. One of my hands strokes her hair while the other presses against the small of her back. I want her as close to me as possible, and she obliges without a second’s hesitation.

When we pull away, she finally notices the box on the counter. Her eyes light up, and she gasps. “Donuts!”

“Mmhmm. Fresh, too.”

With a grin, she grabs her coffee and settles into the barstool next to the one I was sitting in.

“For Oliver?”

“That, and it’s the first day of summer. Thought it was worth celebrating.”

“Oooh! I forgot.”

She reaches into the box and picks out a perfectly glazed donut.

I’m sure the first day of summer isn’t something that the average person pays super close attention to. But when I was younger, summer meant freedom. Without school in our way, it gave me more time to spend with Ell and O. It also meant I could keep Sammy out of the house for most of the day because I could drop her off at Moore’s, and I knew she’d be safe.

If it wasn’t for Meredith, I don’t know what I would’ve done. At that point, her day job allowed her to work from home, and she was happy to keep Sammy occupied while I worked summer jobs or hung out with the guys. I didn’t just dump Sammy on her, though. I did my best to make sure we weren’t too much of a burden. Meredith, though… she wouldn’t have any of it.

She treated us like her own. Still does.

“God, this is amazing.”

Wren lets out a delighted sigh before nibbling on her donut.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had one this good before.”

“They’re the best in the whole city, if you ask me.”

Leaning against the counter, I watch Wren as she takes another bite. She doesn’t look like she has a care in the world. Her hair is down, her shoulders are relaxed, and a soft smile graces her features.

“What?”

she asks when she realizes I’m watching her.

“Nothing.”

But really, it—this—is everything. We put her through so much by adding her into our lives. Seeing her happy is something I’ll never take for granted.

Wren narrows her eyes at me while she takes a sip of her coffee, but she doesn’t push. Instead, she stifles a yawn and goes back to eating her donut. I move closer to her, snagging a donut of my own from the box and biting into it.

Damn, it’s good. I wasn’t lying when I said this place is the best around, but I forgot how amazing these things taste.

Wren is wearing one of Ell’s old chess club T-shirts from high school. It’s way too big on her, and some of the text is faded, but I’d recognize it anywhere. God, he was such a fucking nerd.

I smile. Still is.

Wren purses her lips.

“Okay, now what? And don’t give me that nothing bullshit again. What’s making you smile like that?”

“The fact that I fell in love with someone who used to be in a chess club.”

“Wha—oh.”

She glances down at her shirt before she smiles, too.

“I think it’s cute.”

“Never said I didn’t.”

“C’mere, you.”

Her eyes are sparkling, and she grabs my wrist and pulls me so I’m standing in between her legs.

“You’ve got a little chocolate frosting.”

I tilt my head so it’s easier for her to reach, letting her swipe her thumb across my cheek. “Better?”

“Mmhmm,”

she says, pulling back. For a second, she stares at the frosting on her finger, and I grab her wrist just before she licks it off. “Wha—”

I suck the frosting off her thumb, flicking the pad with my tongue, and her eyes widen. With a smirk, I glance at her thighs, which are currently pressed together. God, I love how she still gets flustered so easily.

“That’s all it took, huh?”

Leaning down, I brush my lips across her jawbone.

“Such a desperate little slut, aren’t you?”

She squirms on her stool and bites her lip. When she tries to look away, I capture her chin between my fingers and force her to look up at me.

“No need to hide how you feel, sweetheart. You really think you could keep it from me after all this time?”

Something shifts in Wren’s eyes. She tugs me down and seals her lips to mine in a kiss that tastes like sugar and determination. My arms come around her, and she opens her mouth just enough that I can slip my tongue inside.

I love when she’s like this—her bashfulness gone, her body pliant under my hands. She arches into me when I press a hand to her lower back and deepen the kiss.

Gently, I trail my other hand down her front until it’s pressing in between her legs.

“Is this what you want, my beautiful whore? You want to be my little toy this morning?”

Wren nods eagerly, and when I slip my hand beneath her waistband, she spreads her legs more to give me better access. My fingers make it past her lacy panties, and I let out a low groan at how wet she is. Our girl has never been able to get enough of us, and it never fails to make me hard.

Gathering Wren up in my arms, I lift her and set her on the edge of the counter. In a matter of seconds, I’ve torn off all her clothing and yanked her legs open to get a good look at her. What I find isn’t the least bit surprising.

My thumb swipes over her entrance, gathering up some of the liquid that’s dripping out of her.

“He pumped you full of cum just for me, didn’t he?”

Her smile is playful.

“Wanted to give you a surprise.”

As I settle on one of the stools, I suck the mixture of Oliver’s cum and Wren’s arousal off my thumb. The combination of them on my tongue has my dick hardening even more. Goddammit, I need to be inside her, but there’s no way I’m passing up this chance.

I focus my gaze to in between Wren’s legs. For a second, I just stare at her. She’s spread out on the kitchen counter, watching me expectantly. I wish I could remember every detail of how she looks right now, all the way down to her chipping lilac nail polish.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”

At that, Wren beams, leaning back on her elbows. I dip my head down and lick her from entrance to clit, and it pulls a whimper from her. She shifts, trying to get more friction, just like she always does.

I click my tongue.

“You have less patience than Oliver.”

She lifts her hips, whining quietly. “Please?”

“How many times did he make you come?”

I lift my head, watching her eyes flash with desperation.

“Three.”

“And that wasn’t enough for you?”

I shake my head.

“Such a dirty slut. I bet if Ell was here, you’d be begging for his cock this morning, too, wouldn’t you?”

Instead of giving her a chance to respond, I lean down again and suck on her clit hard. She gasps, fisting a handful of my hair to keep me where she wants me. As if I’d want to stop.

I switch from playing with her clit to sucking Oliver’s cum out of her and swallowing it down. I drink until there’s nothing left, sliding my tongue inside her to chase anything I might’ve missed. When I go back to licking Wren’s clit, she cries out and bucks her hips.

Pulling back, I slap in between her legs, making her whole body jerk.

“Enough. This is for me, not you. Stay still.”

“But—”

The hard look on my face silences her, and she bites her lip. With that taken care of, I lean back down and suck her clit into my mouth. Her gasp of pleasure eggs me on, and I go harder, reveling in her taste mixed with the hint of Oliver’s cum still lingering on my tongue.

I edge her for longer than I normally do, watching her get more worked up by the second. But I don’t push her over the edge. Not yet. I want her to come when I’m deep inside of her and I can feel every little thing.

Straightening, I slip a single finger into her and curl it, watching the way her lips part slightly at the pressure. I add a second, and her eyes fall closed.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

I curl both fingers, hitting the spot inside her I memorized years ago.

She does, her fingers curling into fists. Her body is pulled tight, so wound up that she probably feels like she could burst at any second.

That’s exactly what I want.

“You want my cock?” I ask.

Wren nods quickly, staring up at me with wide eyes. They’re so full of sincerity and trust that, even after everything we’ve been through, it still makes my heart skip a beat.

“Then get on your knees and beg for it.”

I sound breathless, almost like she caught me off guard even though I’ve seen this expression of hers countless times by now.

I don’t think it’ll ever get old. I’ll always cherish her trust.

Sliding my hands under her, I help Wren off the counter. She instantly falls to her knees in front of me, tugging my sweatpants and briefs down until I step out of them.

“Please.”

Wren leans forward, her tongue darting out to run across my cock, but I move my hips backward. “Rhett,”

she whines.

“Please give it to me.”

“You’ll have my cock when I say you’ve earned it, and not a second before, sweetheart.”

She huffs, as if we haven’t played this game hundreds of times by now. As if she doesn’t know how it always ends. Doesn’t matter—it never gets old.

“Stay right there,”

I tell her, brushing my fingers across her cheek before moving farther into the kitchen. I grab an apron from a drawer and crouch in front of her.

Without any instructions, she holds her wrists out to me, eagerness shining in her eyes. As I tie them together, I kiss the tip of her nose.

“Such a good girl for me, knowing exactly what I want without me having to tell you.”

“Do I get your dick now?”

she asks, her expression pleading. She licks her lips, her eyes dropping to my cock.

I stand, shedding my shirt.

“Needy girl. All you care about is the next time you’ll get some dick, isn’t it?”

Wren whimpers, squeezing her thighs together. She’s always liked how quickly I can go from praising her to degrading her, and this morning obviously is no different.

“Say please, sweetheart.”

“Please,”

she whispers, leaning forward.

With my hand under her chin, I guide my dick into Wren’s open mouth. Immediately, she starts sucking, her tongue laving over the underside of my cock.

“Always so eager to please,”

I say softly.

As if she feels the need to prove herself, she takes my cock into her throat. I grunt in surprise, grabbing onto her head and holding her there.

“God, Wren. So fucking tight.”

I wasn’t expecting her to do this, but now that she has, I pull out slightly, only to thrust back in. I’m half tempted to keep Wren like this and fuck her throat until I make her swallow all my cum, but that’s not all I want from her this morning.

Still, I can have my way with her for a couple minutes.

Wren gags as I pull out, and drool falls from her lips as she coughs. A tear leaks from her eye as she blinks up at me, her chest heaving.

“You took that so well. My perfect toy.”

I grip her hair.

“Now open up. I want you to do it again.”

My girl doesn’t even hesitate. She sucks on the head of my cock for a second before I slide in farther. When I hit the back of her throat, she struggles for a second, but then she takes me all the way to the hilt.

“Such a good girl. Now don’t move.”

A whimper escapes her, garbled and muffled by my dick. I start moving, pulling out a little and then pumping back in. Wren takes it all without issue. Over the years, she’s gotten even better at letting us use her like this. Hell, at this point, she can handle a facefuck just as well as Oliver can.

I go for longer than I should, but she just feels so damn good. When I finally let up, my balls are tight, and the way she sucks my cock one last time almost sends me over the edge.

“Ah ah, Wren. You’ve had enough.”

After one last longing glance at my dick, she looks up at me, waiting for her next instruction. I grab a paper towel to wipe at the drool dripping from her chin. When I help her up, she comes willingly. I step back so I can take her in for a moment, her body on display just for me.

Utter perfection, I think to myself as I move back to her. I just can’t stay away.

“Gorgeous,”

I murmur in her ear before trailing my lips down her neck.

“The most stunning sight I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

I leave a line of kisses down her breastbone, smiling to myself at the way she shudders under my touch.

“And fucking irresistible.”

With her hands on my chest, she rises onto the balls of her feet, arching upward for a kiss. I oblige without hesitation, my arms enveloping her in a tight embrace. Then my hands slide lower so I can pick her up. Wren lets out a surprised sound and grabs onto my shoulder as I walk us toward the table.

Once I set her down, I push her onto her back and rub my cock over her clit. Wren moans, the sound needy and desperate. I’ve drawn this out for long enough. My girl needs to come, and I’ll make it worth her wait.

I enter her with a rough, deep thrust. Wren cries out, her back arching. She clamps around me as I set a hard pace, my thumb falling to her clit. I know what she needs to get her there, and this time around, it’s not gentle kisses and loving caresses.

“Look how easily you take me. You’re a fucking slut, opening your legs for two men in one morning.”

“Fuck! Rhett, god, please don’t stop.”

Gripping her hip with my free hand, I slam into her, watching her writhe in pleasure. I don’t let up on her clit, pressing tight circles into it to push her even higher.

“That’s it. You’re gonna come all over my cock, aren’t you? Make a fucking mess for me.”

My phone rings from where I set it on the table earlier. Elliot’s name flashes across the screen, and without hesitation, I snatch it up and answer.

“Are you alone?”

I ask gruffly, never stopping my thrusts.

“Yeah, I’m in my hotel room. Wha—”

I hang up, not wanting to waste any time, and call him back—with video this time. When Elliot answers, he looks a little pissed, but the irritation fades the second he sees me shirtless and sweaty.

“Say good morning to Ell, sweetheart,”

I say, flipping the camera around so he has a view of Wren.

“Good—good morning,”

she gasps out, lifting her head so she can see. Her hair is a mess, and she’s squirming on my cock while I fuck her harder.

“Rhett! I’m so… I’m so close.”

Elliot sputters.

“Is that—did you tie her up with an apron?”

“Was the only thing I could find. Maybe we should start keeping a pair of cuffs in the kitchen.”

When Elliot doesn’t answer, I glance down at the screen. His eyes are fixated on Wren as she arches her back. After a minute of watching her, he licks his lips.

I smirk at my phone even though he can’t see me. This is perfect—a reminder of what he’s missing, and an extra incentive to make sure he gets his ass back here in time for Oliver’s concert. Not that I had any doubts. His cousin may be having a small, family-only wedding—no plus ones or plus threes allowed—but that won’t stop him. He’s leaving right after the ceremony, and he’s pulling all the strings he can to make sure he gets back in time.

“Goddammit, Rhett. I have breakfast with my parents in twenty minutes.”

“You can handle it, pretty boy.”

He lets out an annoyed groan, moving in such a way that I’m pretty sure means he just unbuttoned his pants.

“Oh, absolutely not,”

I say.

“You’re not coming until you’re back home with us. You’re gonna go through your whole day with this image in your mind, thinking about fucking Wren the way I am, with her tied up and begging for your dick, and you won’t be able to do a single thing about it.”

“Rhett—”

“Don’t even think of touching yourself,” I growl.

“Damn you,”

he mutters bitterly.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do about this hard on, then?”

“Cold shower? Mental chess?”

I shrug.

“Whatever works for you.”

“Asshole,”

he grumbles.

I rub Wren’s clit with my thumb, making her cry out, and Elliot swears loudly. However annoyed he may be, I love playing with him like this, and I know he loves it, too.

“I see you found my present,”

Oliver says cheerfully from behind me. A moment later, his fingers are trailing up my back.

“Such a greedy girl, isn’t she, needing both our dicks?”

“You’re one to talk.”

He snickers.

“Was hoping this would happen. Oh! And we’ve got Ell, too. Morning.”

I flip the camera around so it’s facing me and then pull Oliver in for a long, greedy kiss. His tongue slides against mine as I yank him into my body, pausing while I’m deep inside Wren.

“I’m gonna kill you,”

Elliot says darkly.

We ignore him.

When Oliver pulls away, I bury my face in his neck and inhale deeply. His skin is soft, and he smells good—freshly showered and lotioned. I press a kiss to his throat before pulling away and turning my attention back to Wren.

“Rhett,”

she whimpers.

“I was so close.”

“I’ll get you there, sweetheart.”

My hand grazes her hip before moving back to her clit, and I start moving inside her again.

“Don’t you worry.”

Her eyes flutter closed, and she tightens around me when I hit that extra-sensitive spot inside her. It sends a burst of pride through me, knowing I’m the one making her feel this way. It’s my cock she’ll come on, my name she’ll cry when I finally push her over the edge.

With my free hand, I flip the camera again so Elliot can watch Wren. She’s writhing underneath my touch, and it barely takes me a minute to get her worked up and teetering on the edge again. When she falls, she screams my name, bucking her hips.

I lighten my touch on her clit, and the tension floods from her body. But I don’t stop fucking her. I’m close, and the moan that falls from my lips has Wren’s attention snapping to my face.

“Come in her mouth,”

Elliot says, his voice laced with desperation.

“God, Rhett, come in her mouth and let me watch. Please.”

Really, it’s the least I can do, considering what I’m putting him through today. Not that it’ll help him in the long run. It’ll just be one more mental image that he’ll torture himself with all day.

Grabbing Wren, I pull her off the table and help her settle onto the floor. She sticks out her tongue immediately, craning upward as I stroke my cock in front of her face. Elliot swears again, and the tightness in his voice finally does me in.

“Wren,”

I choke out as my cum falls onto her tongue. A wave of pleasure crashes over me, and my thoughts go blank for a few seconds before returning to normal.

Once I’ve finished, Wren licks at the underside of my cock, sending electricity zapping through me. Fuck, fuck, fuck she feels amazing. Gently, she takes the head of my dick into her mouth, lightly sucking the last bit of cum out.

“Jesus, Wren, fuck.”

My voice shakes as I grab onto the table for support. When she releases me, I let out a breath. The sensations were too much, even if I somehow still want more.

Oliver kneels in front of Wren, a mischievous smile on his face. Cupping her cheek, he kisses her slowly, his tongue sliding into her mouth.

“Goddammit,”

Elliot groans.

“Why you gotta do this to me?”

“You know it’ll be worth it. When you get back, you can fuck Wren however you want, as much as you need. I’ll make sure she’s ready for you.”

Slowly, Oliver pulls away while sucking on Wren’s tongue. Her eyes are closed, and the look of contentment on her face warms my heart. It’s exactly how I feel right now.

When Oliver stands, he licks his lips and grins at me. I’m still trying to catch my breath, barely able to keep the phone pointed at Wren as she stands as well.

“Give me that,”

Oliver says, holding out his hand for my phone.

“It’s my turn to talk to him.”

I give it to him happily. I need one less thing to focus on for a second.

“Hey,”

Elliot says.

“How you feeling?”

“Good.”

Oliver slides onto a stool and rests his chin on his free hand.

“Less nervous than I thought I’d be, honestly.”

Wren and I exchange a relieved glance as I help her up. She slips her arms around my neck, and her eyes soften as she stares up at me. They’re filled with so much affection that I can feel it on my skin. In my heart. So when her lips part and it looks like she’s about to speak, I brush my nose against hers and beat her to it.

“I love you,”

I murmur before planting a gentle kiss to her lips.

She was about to say it—she always gets that look in her eyes right before she does. By now, she’s heard it from me hundreds—if not thousands—of times, but I like it when she hears me say it first.

“I love you, too,”

Wren whispers back.

I smile, a reaction I once thought was impossible for me after hearing those words. Now, life is so much different. So much better.

My hand slides into hers.

“And I’ll never forget it.”