Page 88 of Vicious Deception
“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.“Foreverforever.”
“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’sgood.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.
Chapter twenty-seven
Elliot
Asoftkissonthe cheek pulls me from my light sleep. I was already half awake, my body curled around Wren’s, but now I blink my eyes open.
She’s smiling down at me, her gaze full of a tenderness that sends warmth cascading down my body. “Morning.”
“Morning,” I say tiredly.
“I heard the guys get up a half hour ago. Figure we should get up, too.”
Sighing, I nod. There’s still plenty to do. First on my list is grocery shopping. Second is talking to Rhett. Last we spoke of it, he still wasn’t on board with killing Richard. It feels weird that I want to convince him to kill his own father, but I don’t think he’ll find peace without doing it.
Wren starts to get out of bed, but I catch her by the waist and haul her back. She doesn’t even look surprised. I caress her face, taking in the way the morning sunlight washes over her skin.
“I told you,” I whisper. “I said you’d get us out, and you did.”
Her smile lights up my soul. “And I knew we could trust your plan.”
We head downstairs with our hands clasped together. In the kitchen, there’s a large takeout bag on the counter with a variety of breakfast sandwiches inside. Both Wren and I grab one before sitting at the table with Rhett and Oliver.
“Are the boys still asleep?” I ask.
Rhett nods.
“We were just talking about Richard,” Oliver says, his tone hushed.