Chapter 26 #3
Both men chuckle. The sound is eerily dark and full of unspoken promises—promises, that deep down, I wish they would speak out loud. I bite the inside of my cheek, hating how delicious the idea of the three of us could be together sounds.
I try to push back up again but Wes pins me down harder with his hand in the middle of my back.
“Listen to me, Blair. This isn’t a you or us situation,” Ledger tells me firmly.
“Leaving would put us all in even more danger. Don’t you see that?
We won’t know where you are, which would instill panic and distraction.
There will be those who will use that to their advantage when they come snooping around looking for anyone who’s been in contact with you.
Do you know what will happen if that situation occurs?
Chaos and certainly death, maybe all of ours. ”
Horror causes my heart to skip a beat. He’s right. People would come, grab, and torture anyone they thought had anything to do with me. That means Ledger, Wes, Santi, and Rhett could all be targets. And if they’re distracted, it would make it easy for them to be captured.
“We’re all safer together,” Ledger continues when he sees his words have gotten to me. His hard expression softens ever-so slightly. “So, you’re staying, got that? You’re not going anywhere.”
Suddenly Wes’s fingers slide out of me, leaving me feeling strangely hollow. They’re replaced however, with his thick, veiny, long cock. I’m so taken by surprise by the intrusion that I cry out and stiffen.
Holy shit.
Wes slides into me with one harsh snap of his hips.
Every inch that impales me feels more impossible to take than the last. I’m fuller than I’ve ever felt before.
My mouth opens but I choke on the gasp of surprise.
For a second, I panic. The stretch, the sting, the feeling of being so full that it hurts gets to me.
But it’s not just the physical pain. My heart screams in warning to get out of here—that I’m sinking in too deep when it comes to Wes.
“Shh, I got you,” Wes murmurs, his voice soft and soothing.
Ledger shoots a dark look at Wes over my head before our eyes meet once more. In a voice that’s more growl than actual words, he promises, “We have you.”
I grit my teeth and fight the pleasure that’s unraveling.
Wes’s body is a solid and warm presence behind me—something I’m not used to having.
Part of me wants to accept it, to accept him and Ledger and their demands.
But I’ve been on my own for so long and I’ve grown up doing everything I can do to survive.
Letting them in, to worry and care for me, isn’t in my nature.
“Breathe for me, baby girl. Relax,” Wes commands gently. “You’re too tense.”
“You heard him,” Ledger says, reaching out as if he might caress my cheek. His hand doesn’t make it that far though. Instead, it drops away. “Relax. This is where you belong.”
Is it though? I’m not sure about that.
Wes’s hips pull back. When he sinks back into my body, it’s with a deliciously slow descent. It’s so at odds with the roughness of his previous thrust that my body doesn’t know how to respond except to grip him tight.
I shake my head and clench my teeth. If I can just shut all this down, I might be able to think clearly.
I could fight Wes. A kick to his shin would send him stumbling backward. I could even probably sit up and land a punch to his jaw before Ledger stepped in and stopped me.
But I don’t fight him.
Maybe deep down, I want them both to be right.
I want to belong here. I close my eyes and savor the next hard snap of Wes’s hips.
It draws another cry from me. The way he fills me so completely is breathtaking.
Each inch that sinks into me fights to drive away the uncertainty threatening to overwhelm me.
When his other hand slides off my back to snake around to toy with my clit, I know I’m a goner. I’m too greedy, too desperate. There’s no fighting it anymore. My hips lift of their own accord to push back into Wes and he chuckles.
“That’s right, Blair,” he murmurs. “You feel that? That’s me taking care of every inch of you.”
Desperate to escape reality and just feel, I close my eyes and fist my hands. When I attempt to pull my fists under my chest, fingers wrap around my wrists. My eyes fly open as Ledger pulls my fists across the island, closer to him. He leans down so that we’re eye level.
“Look at me,” he orders. “I want to watch you cum so I know what to picture when I imagine fucking into your tight pussy, later, when I’m in bed.”
“Look at him,” Wes encourages. “And see what devotion looks like, Blair. That’s a man who’ll do anything for you. We both would. You’re one of us now. Let us show you what that means, baby girl.”
I can’t look away from Ledger even if I wanted to. I’m trapped, staring into the dark woodsy abyss of Ledger’s green eyes. It’s like I’m the beginning and end of his world—just as I’ve always fantasized about.
My pussy clenches around Wes’ hard cock as he starts with slow, steady and deep thrusts.
His fingers continue to toy with my swollen, achy clit.
All of it is too much. With Wes and his declaration still hanging in the air behind me, and Ledger watching me so intently; it really doesn’t take much to tip me over the edge.
My mouth opens as my body detonates. The cry that slips past my lips doesn’t sound like me as my orgasm tears through my body.
It’s soft, yet full of the vulnerability that I’ve buried deep.
The tremors that race through my body are powerful and steal my breath away.
I think I beg Wes for more but I feel like I’m floating above myself without any control over what’s happening.
Behind me, Wes’s pace picks up. His large body leans over me and I can feel his lips brush the back of my neck. Suddenly, he pulls out of my body. My ass is covered in his cum as he marks me as his.
“You came so beautifully, Blair,” he murmurs as he finishes. “So perfect.”
My pussy spasms under the praise and a hint of a smile splays across my face. Ledger’s eyes don’t leave my face, even as he lets my wrists go and steps back, away from the island to adjust the bulge in his pants.
“Don’t let me catch you trying to flee,” he says, his voice deathly calm.
With that, Ledger leaves me and Wes alone.
“Come on, darling. Let’s clean you up,” Wes says. “Then we can watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch together.”
I know I should probably still fight this, but as Wes helps me down off the island and turns me around, I find myself in his embrace. The hug is gentle and sweet. His body’s warm and smells of the outdoors. I’m safe here, in the arms of a man who wants to love me in his own way.
I’ve never had this before.
And right now, the thought of leaving the safety of his embrace scares me more than whatever threat is out there, searching for me.
So I return the hug and hold Wes, praying that I’m not damning him, or the others, by staying at Gnarly Pines.