Page 90 of Ruthless Desires, Vol. Two (Ruthless Desires Series Extended Editions #2)

Wren

In the morning, Elliot is making all our coffees when Oliver saunters into the kitchen. He’s humming a cheerful tune, and he moves from Rhett to Ell to me, kissing each of us happily.

“This mine?”

he asks, nodding to one of the mugs with cream in it.

“Sure is,”

Elliot says.

Oliver takes both, setting the other on the table in front of me.

“You look beautiful this morning, princess.”

“Thank you.”

Setting his own mug down, he tugs me out of my chair. He starts humming again, pulling me into him and swaying.

“O! What’re you doing?”

“It’s the perfect morning for a dance, don’t you think?”

I laugh as he dips me backward, his arms banding around my waist.

“I suppose it is.”

Still humming, he pulls me up and spins me around. I follow his lead, my hands on his chest and my heart soaring. With Oliver, I’ve just learned to go with the flow. Sometimes, he’ll just do things like this—pick me up and twirl me around, pull me into a random dance, take me on a quick trip to get me flowers, et cetera. I love it every time. It always makes me feel so cherished.

“What’s got you in such a good mood this morning?”

Rhett asks from where he’s leaning against the counter with Ell.

“I’m just proud of myself. Of us.”

He kisses me sweetly.

“And I saw Axel last night at the concert.”

I stumble over my feet, my blood pressure spiking. “W-what?”

“What do you mean, you saw him?”

Rhett is standing up straight and on high alert.

“Did you talk to him?”

“No, nothing like that. Saw him from across the hall. He was watching Ben. Looked… like he regretted how he left things. But he kept his distance.”

“So he didn’t look like he was going to approach us at all? Or follow us?”

Ell asks, his brows furrowed.

“Not at all. He was with a woman and seemed more interested in her than us. Seeing him… It had me thinking, you know?”

Oliver swings me around, never losing his lighthearted touch despite Ell’s and Rhett’s worry.

“Reminded me of everything we’ve overcome. That we’re free.”

At that, the guys relax.

“So we’re good, then?”

I glance between the three of them.

Elliot nods.

“He wanted out of that life just as badly as we did toward the end. No way he’ll disrupt his life—or ours—ever again.”

I sag against Oliver, my forehead hitting his shoulder.

“Thank god.”

“Sorry for scaring you all.”

Oliver squeezes me, his lips brushing against my temple in a comforting gesture.

“I just… I’m just really happy, that’s all.”

“So am I,”

Ell says as he rests his head on Rhett’s shoulder.

“And I’m happy that we’re safe.”

“More than safe,”

I say softly, and he nods at the gentle reminder.

It’d be foolish to say that there haven’t been lingering aftereffects from what happened three years ago. I still have nightmares—of drowning, of finding myself alone again. Sometimes, I still see the panic and stress on the guys’ faces when they find themselves back there. In the fear of losing me, or each other. In the anger and the need to find some form of justice, even if it didn’t bring Sammy back. In the helplessness.

But for the most part, we’re okay. Rhett is sleeping better. My nightmares are few and far in between. Elliot lets himself relax now. And Oliver? He’s still anxious—hell, so am I—but it’s not nearly as bad as it used to be.

“Breakfast?”

Oliver asks.

My heart squeezes. We haven’t needed as many distractions as we used to, but Oliver is still the king of pulling one out of thin air when we do.

“That sounds good,” Ell says.

We all busy ourselves prepping and cooking, and slowly, the leftover tension from bringing up Axel fades. By the time we’re actually eating, we’re completely back to normal. Our laughs are easy, the weight on our shoulders light.

While we clean up, Rhett rinses off the dishes, and I load them into the dishwasher. It’s a chore that some people probably dread, but the charm of doing housework with these three has never truly worn off for me. It reminds me of all they’ve given me—of the safety and security that comes with being loved by them. Once we’re done, I dry my hands and pull Rhett in for a long, slow kiss. I press my hips into his, running my fingers down his sides and tickling lightly.

He tenses.

“You’re asking for trouble, sweetheart.”

“Am I?”

I ask innocently.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Rhett raises a brow and gives me a look—not of annoyance but of a challenge. “That so?”

“Mmhmm.”

With a grin, I brush my fingers across the skin just inside his hip bones. He grunts and grips my wrists, holding me captive with a single hand.

“You’d think, after all the orgasms you’ve had in the past twenty-four hours, that you’d be satisfied for at least a day. Or is that not what you want?”

Reaching around me, he squeezes my ass, and then he slaps it so hard I yelp. But he sees it—the way I have to bite my lip to keep a moan from following.

“That’s what I thought.”

Next thing I know, Rhett is throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me out of the kitchen. Elliot and Oliver exchange a knowing glance before following.

This isn’t the first time something like this has happened. In the living room, Rhett settles on the love seat and spreads me across his lap, my ass in the air.

I prop myself up on my elbows and glance back at him. His gaze is focused on my ass, only covered by the thin fabric of my floral pajama shorts.

He spanks me again, and this time I can’t hold back my moan. Then he’s yanking my shorts down, only to let out a low whistle.

“No panties? Were you planning this, sweetheart?”

I whimper, trying not to squirm. I wasn’t planning this exactly, but I can’t deny that I was hoping for something. The guys can tease me about being insatiable all they want, but they’re exactly the same, and they know it. Again, Rhett slaps my left ass cheek. The sting is intense, but it only lasts for a second before pleasure rushes through me.

“Is this what you wanted? Hmm? You needed someone to remind you what happens when you’re a bad, bad girl?”

Rhett’s fingers trail down the backs of my thighs, and when they come back up, they brush in between my legs. He barely touches me, but it’s enough to light my body up with desire, and he knows it.

“And when you’re good for us?”

“P-please. I’ll be good.”

“Sure you will,”

Rhett says dryly.

“I promise!”

Elliot chuckles.

“I’ve heard that before.”

With a frustrated noise, I try to adjust so my legs are a little farther apart. It earns me a slap to my ass, and a yelp flies out of me.

“Did I tell you that you could move?”

“Rhett, please. I need your cock.”

“Awwww,”

he says, his tone dripping with mockery.

“Are you getting turned on from your punishment?”

Slap.

“Need someone to ease that ache for you?”

Slap.

“God, just look at how wet you are. Pathetic little slut.” Slap.

“Rhett,”

I cry. The pain is almost too much, but at the same time, I desperately need more.

He eases up, massaging my burning skin. I melt into him, my head dropping until my cheek hits the love seat’s cushion.

“What do you think, O?”

Rhett asks.

“Do you think she’s learned her lesson?”

He snickers.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Oliver,”

I whine.

“Pleeeease.”

With a smirk, he makes his way over and kneels in front of me. His lips feather up my jawbone before he whispers in my ear, “Can’t help you, princess. Enjoy seeing you squirming and needy too much.”

“Bastard,” I mutter.

Slap.

“Owww!”

“You know better than to say things like that, sweetheart. Apologize, or I’ll do it again.”

“I’m sorry, O.”

I bat my eyelashes, hoping to pull off a look of innocence.

He raises a disbelieving brow, the corner of his mouth tipping up.

“Are you, now?”

“Yes! I—I’m sorry, and I won’t call you names again.”

“Even if I tell Rhett I think you deserve at least ten more spankings?”

I gasp.

“You wouldn’t.”

He shrugs, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You heard me, Rhett.”

Elliot and Oliver both settle on the couch, their bodies pressed together. Rhett delivers on those ten spankings, not stopping until tears are streaming down my face. When I glance back to Ell and O, all their clothes are off, and Oliver is straddling Elliot. They’re making out, Elliot’s hand gripping the hair at the base of Oliver’s neck, and it only turns me on more.

Rhett massages my stinging ass.

“You took that so well for me, sweetheart.”

I wiggle my hips, silently begging for more. When Rhett’s finger brushes against my clit, I breathe a sigh of relief. He rubs it gently, letting me rock against his hand.

“Thought you wanted my cock, not my fingers,”

he taunts.

“I—I want both.”

Rhett clicks his tongue.

“Of course you do. Greedy fucking slut.”

He pulls his hand away, and I almost whine at the loss. “Get up.”

I scramble to obey, only tossing a glance toward the guys when Oliver moans. Now, Oliver is on his hands and knees with his ass in the air. Elliot is prepping him, an open bottle of lube in his hand. I learned pretty quickly that they keep that stuff stashed in most rooms.

“Face them,”

Rhett tells me, his voice rough.

Once I’m turned away from him, he pulls me onto his lap. My legs are spread over his, stretching over his thighs and dangling in the air. On top of him like this, I’m too high up for my feet to touch the ground.

“You’re going to take every inch of my cock while you watch them fuck. You’re not allowed to take your eyes off them, you hear me?”

Rhett says in my ear.

“Yes,”

I whisper.

“Good. Now put me inside you.”

My back hits Rhett’s chest as he pulls me against him. My hand shaking with anticipation, I take his cock into my hand and stroke. He must’ve pulled his pants down while I was standing up.

“Now, Wren.”

His tone holds no room for teasing or drawing this out.

So I guide his dick inside me, feeling him slide in with ease because of how wet I am. I clamp down on him once he’s only halfway inside, my muscles tensing. After all the sex I had yesterday, I’m a bit sore, and I’m unsure of how much I can take. But god, I want it. I want everything Rhett will give me.

“I said all of it, sweetheart.”

He pushes me down, his cock sliding in the rest of the way.

I gasp, feeling so full. Rhett’s dick is stretching me almost to my limit. The thing is, Rhett figured out years ago that I like a little pain.

“Just tell me if it’s too much,”

he says as his fingers slowly circle my clit. Carefully, he pulls out and then slides back in, testing the movement. “Good?”

“Yes,”

I pant, my body tightening. It’s more than good—it’s balanced on the knife’s edge between pain and pleasure, flirting with the ache inside me that tells me that it’s almost too much. Almost.

He starts out slow, and while I can’t see him, I know he’s watching me, gauging if I can really take this or if he needs to stop.

“So good,”

I moan, trying to match his movements. But with my feet unable to touch the ground, it’s hard to get leverage.

“I’ve got you,”

Rhett says as his free arm comes around my waist.

“Let me, sweetheart. You just watch.”

At that, my focus snaps back to Elliot and Oliver. My eyes never strayed from them, but I wasn’t really taking in what was happening. Nor did I realize that Oliver is staring straight at me, his lips slightly parted, his eyes hooded.

“So fucking beautiful, princess,”

he mutters, his voice faltering on the last word as Elliot slides into him. “God.”

I stay like that, my body nestled against Rhett’s, my gaze locked with Oliver’s. As Rhett fucks me, my body relaxes around him, and the pain mostly fades. Only then does he pick up his pace, matching Elliot’s thrusts from across the room. It makes the whole thing feel so much more intimate. Never mind that Oliver and Ell are out of my reach. Feeling Rhett’s cock slide into me as Elliot’s slides into Oliver is like having us all together, all touching, all with each other.

And it’s like that that we fall. Me first, and then Oliver and Elliot, and then Rhett. When it’s all said and done, my body trembling as I twist to leave a line of kisses up Rhett’s jawbone, a sense of deep contentment falls over the room.

“I couldn’t imagine my life without any of you,”

Elliot says softly, glancing between the three of us.

“I can’t believe how fucking lucky I am that I get to keep you.”

When his gaze lands on me, warmth cascades down my body.

“All three of you.”

“Not luck, Ell.”

Oliver nuzzles his neck, and I know what he’s going to say next before he even opens his mouth. Thing is, I’ve come to believe him.

“Oh?”

Elliot asks, a smile gracing his lips.

“You know there’s no other answer.”

Oliver grins.

“It was never luck. We were meant to find each other.”

I settle against Rhett, feeling his heat seep into me and knowing there’s no place I’d rather be. No other place I’m supposed to be, than here with them in this moment.

“Meant to,”

Elliot repeats.

“Written in the stars, Ell.”

I smile. “Fate.”

“That’s right, princess.”

Oliver’s gaze locks with mine.

“It was always fate.”

THE END.