Page 8 of Undying Resilience
She obeys without question, practically sobbing into Rhett’s mouth. Her ass bounces against my hips repeatedly, and I have to say, the view is pretty damn good.
After a minute, I reach down and find her clit. It’s a slightly awkward position, but I can make it work. As soon as I start stroking it gently, she begins to shake.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re like this,” Rhett murmurs, his face mere inches from hers. “Fucked to complete oblivion.”
She clamps down on me again, almost like she can’t help herself. Fuck. If she keeps doing that, I’m a goner.
“I need you to come, Wren,” I say tightly.
“You hear that, sweetheart? Better do as you’re told if you don’t want another punishment.”
I rub her clit faster, doing my best to not apply too much pressure since she’s sore. Apparently it’s just what she needed. In under a minute, Wren cries out, her body convulsing as she comes. I let myself go, finishing inside her and filling her to the brim. When I pull out, she whimpers, and I spread her cheeks to get a better view of our cum dripping out of her.
“We should do this more often,” I say, grinning at Elliot and Rhett.
Wren collapses onto the mat. She’s a panting, sweaty mess, and she’s never looked more like ours.
I get up, and the three of us stand over her like guardian angels. Actually, probably more like corruptive demons. Protective corruptive demons.
Crouching next to Wren, Elliot lifts her into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up and soaking. We can’t leave you feeling too sore.”
. . .
While Elliot takes care of Wren, Rhett all but drags me into his room.
“You know,” I say as he turns the shower on, “I would’ve come willingly.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it when I manhandle you, Oliver.”
I can’t help but smile. He’s right.
Once the water is warm, Rhett pulls me into the shower and soaps me up. He does this whenever he can, and considering he can’t keep his hands off me, I figured today wouldn’t be the exception.
I relax as he scrubs me down with a washcloth. This is probably the only alone time I’ll get with Rhett today, and I have no desire to do anything except bask in his attention.
“How was the movie?” he asks.
“All right. A lot of stupid stunt moves, but at least Ell and I laughed a lot. Wished you were there, though.”
“I know.” He pushes me under the spray of water. “But having Wren here when I woke up was probably for the best. Got in more training.”
After she finished work this afternoon, Elliot picked her up and brought her here. She had the choice to either come to the movie with us or stay home and hang out with Rhett when he woke up. She chose the latter, saying she didn’t want him to wake up alone, which I thought was really sweet.
Rhett finishes rinsing me off and then cleans himself. I’d offer to help, but I know he won’t let me. So instead I take in the lines and curves of his body, watching the way his muscles flex as he runs his washcloth across his skin.
“Once we get back from this job, I want to do something nice for Wren,” he says as he rinses off. “With all of us. Take her out on a date or something.”
“Yeah?” I smile. Seeing Rhett care for her has hope blooming in my chest. Opening up to Wren has been hard for him, but he’s doing the best he can, just like he does for me and Ell. It’s been so long since he’s let someone else in that I was beginning to think it’d never happen.
“I like it when she smiles.”
This man is fucking adorable.
“And she’s been stressed lately, I think,” Rhett continues. “Makes sense considering everything we put her through last week. Plus the shit going down with her family. And Adam.”
Rhett spits Adam’s name out of his mouth with disgust. After last Tuesday when I found Wren unceremoniously beating her ex over the head with a book, Rhett has wanted to kill the guy. Almost did, actually, but Wren asked him not to. So Rhett let Adam move out of the city instead.
We’re not exactly sure about the specifics surrounding Wren’s family. She told us some stuff last week, but none of us want to push her into opening up before she’s ready. Her family doesn’t seem terribly supportive, though. More controlling than anything else.