Page 73 of Vicious Deception
“Mine,” she whispers.
Nodding, I smile. “That’s right, sweetheart.”
Someone knocks on the door, and Wren freezes. “Was I too loud?” she whispers.
“Who is it?” I call.
“Just us,” comes Elliot’s voice. “Can we come in?”
“Uh . . .” I glance up at Wren questioningly.
“Is anyone else in the hallway?” she asks.
“Not at the moment,” Oliver says.
“Then come in,” she replies, “and shut the door quickly.”
They do, their eyes locking on us as Oliver closes the door. Both of them are dressed and ready to head out. Elliot looks pleasantly surprised at what we’re doing, and Oliver is smirking like this isexactlywhat he expected of us.
“Don’t stop, love,” Elliot says. “Keep going.”
As they come closer, Wren begins moving again. Our hands are still intertwined, and her fingers tighten around mine as she rolls her hips. Elliot is staring at the back of Wren’s neck, and he nudges Oliver and nods to the tattoo. It makes him smile.
“Ell,” Wren moans. “O, come here.”
Their gazes fixed on her, they both climb onto the bed, one on either side of us. Elliot kisses his way up her neck while Oliver slips his hand in between her legs and plays with her clit.
Gasping, Wren moves faster. She bites her lip in an effort to stay quiet as Elliot gently pinches one of her nipples. An involuntary shudder rips through her body.
“Watch how pretty she looks taking your cock,” Oliver says to me. “God, princess. What a sight for sore eyes.”
“Oliver,” she groans.
He grips the hair at the base of her neck and pulls her toward him. Their lips meet in a hungry kiss, and I moan at the sight.
Elliot is watching too, his eyes dark with lust. He crawls closer and leans over me, our gazes locking. Neither of us speak a single word. Everything we need to say is exchanged in one long, ravenous look. Our love, how much we missed each other, the way he needs me and I need him—all of it.
“Rhett,” he murmurs before slamming his lips to mine. Gripping my hair tightly, he slips his tongue into my mouth. The kiss is messy and rough, exactly as I was hoping it would be.
I want to grab onto Ell, but I don’t want to let go of Wren’s hands. Even with the guys here, this is still about me and Wren—about showing her that I love her. That she’ll always own a piece of my heart.
When Elliot pulls back, I turn my gaze to Wren. Oliver is kissing her neck while still rubbing her clit. As she works up and down my cock, she smiles down at me.
There it is.This smile is real. Full. It’s the first moment any of us have had together that hasn’t been tainted by exhaustion, fear, or someone interrupting us. Right now, we’re justus,and our circumstances can be briefly ignored.
I’m getting close enough that I’m trying to keep myself from coming until Wren does. I want her to come again, but I’m not sure how much longer I can try to hold off the inevitable. She feels too goddamn good.
“Fuck,” I groan when she tightens around me.
“Look at what you do to him, love.”
Wren whimpers when Elliot leans down and sucks on one of her nipples. The sound does me in. My eyes slide shut as my orgasm washes over me and knocks the breath from my lungs.
“Oh god, Rhett,” Wren moans. “I’m coming, I’m coming, ahhh—”
Her cry is swallowed up by Oliver slamming his lips to hers. As Wren’s movements slow, Elliot straightens. He watches us both ride out the last waves of pleasure before he kisses Wren gently.
“Sweetheart,” I murmur, releasing her hands and tugging her down.