Chapter 35
Santiago
My heart swells three times its normal size as Rhett and Blair stare at one another. They don’t know it yet, but they’re perfect for one another. Once they realize that, the three of us are going to have the best life ever.
If Rhett feels any which way about Blair’s obvious, almost suspicious, hesitation he says nothing about it. Instead, creases form around his eyes, letting me know he’s smiling beneath that bandana.
God I wish I could see it.
Rhett reaches behind him and pulls out rope from his back pocket. He tosses it to Blair who catches it. He nods his head toward me.
“Tie his wrists up,” he orders.
I groan as my cock grows stiff. I let go of Blair’s wrist so I can put both of mine together. I wiggle my brows at her and she giggles.
“You’re going to love this,” I promise her as she does as she’s told.
Her eyes dance with amusement but she says nothing as she binds my wrists. What’s she thinking? Can she feel the tension pulling us all together? My eyes dip to her full lips.
As if she can sense what I want, her smile turns coy.
Fuck, she’s so stunning. When I stare at her too long, sometimes it feels like the world beneath my feet isn’t real. My gut feels like it’s plummeting and my heart races too fast. Like with Rhett, my palms get sweaty and I feel like I’m drowning but in a thrilling, non-life-threatening way.
A hard tremor rushes through me as the shine in her eyes speaks of her excitement and faith in me. She might not completely trust Rhett, but me? There’s no wavering. Her beautiful, brown eyes glitter with unbridled passion and all I can think about is how I want to be consumed by it.
Beside us, Rhett yanks Blair’s axe out of the dead man with a hard grunt.
“Damn, you really stuck him with this,” Rhett grunts.
Blair shoots him a glare. “I know. Like I said, it was a killing blow. Maybe it was a slow kill but a kill, nonetheless.”
“Hey,” he growls, pointing the bloody blade of her axe at Blair. “I don’t want to hear your bitchin’ about losing anymore.”
“Yes, sir.” Blair rolls her eyes but ends up smiling. “Now where do you want your Santi?”
Her words punch the air from my lungs. The idea that Rhett owns me gets me so fucking hard that a wave of lightheadedness washes over me. I’ve wanted Rhett’s heart since I’ve known him. He’s had mine since the beginning.
“My Santi?” Rhett repeats, sounding as breathless as I feel. He nods slowly, seemingly coming around to the idea. “Yeah, he is my Santi.”
I could combust with how overjoyed I feel at the acceptance. I’m finally getting what I want. Who says wearing someone down doesn’t work?
Rhett places a hand in the middle of my chest and shoves me until my back hits a tree.
I stop; he doesn’t. He grips the front of my overalls, as if to yank me closer but it’s him that takes the last step—closing the distance between us.
Our chests hit one another. Rhett dips his head and his bloody bandana presses against my lips.
I kiss him back just as passionately. This close I can feel his erection, thick and hard, rub up against me.
I’m sure he can feel mine. A whimper escapes past my lips—a simple sound of need that invokes a growl from Rhett.
He jerks himself away from me with a long step backward.
“Hands up, slut. You lost, so you don’t get what you want. Not right away,” he snarls.
Without hesitation, I lift my bound wrists up and pin them above me to the tree.
“Make this quick, okay?” I tell him breathlessly. “Fuck, I’m already ready to bust.”
Blair laughs lightly. “Already, Santi?”
She has no idea how much I adore the man in front of me.
Nor does she realize that I find myself just as wrapped up in her.
I’ve gotten off many nights without evening touching myself as I fantasized about the two of them touching me.
Sometimes, it even happens at work when my daydreams get the best of me.
I’ll cum so much in my pants that I really should scurry off to the bathroom to clean up.
But I don’t. When it happens, I accept it and go about my day. I like how filthy these two can get me.
“This filthy whore is sensitive,” Rhett explains. “A stiff breeze can cause him to cum.”
I snort my amusement and push my hips forward for them to see the bulge pressing against the front of my overalls.
“That’s not true,” I object. “I prefer a gentle breeze.”
Rhett and Blair laugh. Hers is cut short as she realizes what she’s hearing.
I grin as she stares openly and in awe at the man next to her.
It's rare to ever hear Rhett’s rough rumbling laughter but when he finally releases it, the sound is toe-curling and hypnotizing.
I like to think it is what a pleased bear would sound like after finding a beehive full of honey.
Before Blair can gather her wits about her, Rhett suddenly moves lightning fast. He raises Blair’s axe, still in his hands, and swings it over his head.
My heart stops for a fraction of a second as I see what he’s about to do.
I yelp in surprise and squeeze my eyes shut but I don’t move.
He never told me to, and until he does, I won’t.
Even if that means he splits me in two.
The axe’s blade hits the tree a few feet over my head. Bark splits off the trunk and rains down on me. I crack open one eye. Rhett is braced over me, both hands on the axe handle. He tenses, not moving an inch. In fact, he looks a bit… anxious.
“What—” I start but stop when I see her.
Blair has her gun out and the end of the barrel is pressed to the back of Rhett’s head. All signs of play and curiosity gone. In their place is a mask, void of any emotions. Her eyes are black and empty. Despite the fact she’s breathing hard, Blair’s arm doesn’t waver.
“Blair,” Rhett starts, speaking slowly and evenly. “Put the gun away. I wasn’t going to kill him.”
Seeing Blair go all hitwoman for me and not physically reacting is an impossible ask. My cock twitches and I can feel my boxers growing wet with precum.
“Were you just about to blow Rhett’s head off for me, carino?” I ask her, then fall into a fit of delighted laughter. “Damn, that’s so fucking hot.”
“Santi,” Rhett hisses in warning.
His eyes are glittering with something. It’s not quite anger but he’s not finding this nearly as enjoyable as I am.
Blair holds Rhett at gunpoint for two or three seconds longer before she holsters the gun back on her hip.
Rhett whirls around the minute the gun is gone and he steps forward, getting into her face.
I try to move but can’t. Looking up, I find that Rhett’s placed the axe just under my bound wrists, keeping my arms up over my head.
“Rhett—” I start, worried this is about to go to shit quick.
Rather than yell, as I expect, in a low voice Rhett grumbles, “Santi can be a brat and I want to strangle him sometimes, but I wouldn’t hurt him.”
“Unless I asked and then he totally would,” I pipe up with a grin.
A small smile returns to Blair’s face as she nods. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be,” Rhett says. “I appreciate you looking after him.”
There’s something in the way he says those words that softens Blair’s smile.
It’s almost like he’s not just talking about me.
There’s a short pause where the two of them just stare and I wonder if this is it.
Are they seeing the bigger picture? Are they seeing the three of us together rather than this being two separate relationships?
I know it’s supposed to be a tense moment but fuck, I wish they would just kiss already. I’d cum at the sight of that and not feel bad about the loss of control. I groan loudly with frustration.
The sound breaks the moment between the two of them.
Blair looks away first but asks, “Alright, Santi is tied up and trapped. Now what?”
“It’s your turn,” he says at once. “Face away from me and put your hands behind your back.”
At this command, Blair doesn’t hesitate. She turns and puts her hands together for him. Rhett pulls out more rope from his back pocket and binds Blair’s wrists.
“You’re obedient,” Rhett notes this as if he expected otherwise.
Blair shoots him, and me, a coy smile over her shoulder. “Sometimes.”
Rhett shakes his head with a soft snort. He finishes tying her wrists then guides her over to me. When she’s standing directly in front of me, he points to the ground.
“On your knees.”
Blair shoots me a look that tells me that she’s only doing this for me.
I grin back knowing that one day, she’ll be doing it for the both of us.
Rhett nods his approval as she sinks to one knee, then the other.
Blair stares up at us. Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip.
Rhett sucks in a sharp breath. Is he appreciating the view just as much as I am?
I hope so. Seeing this beautiful, powerful woman on her knees is a head rush.
“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath. Tired of waiting, I beg loudly, “Please, Rhett. Let’s get this show on the road.”
Rhett doesn’t acknowledge me as he turns and reaches for one of my overall straps. He quickly undoes it and then he does the other. As the front of my overalls fall forward, Rhett reaches up to grab my jaw in a biting grip.
“You want to be played with, you filthy slut?” he asks. “Tough shit. But you know what I want to do?”
His touch alone sends my heart into overdrive. He’s not an affectionate man by any means, so when Rhett does indulge in touching, and other things, I make sure to savor it. Rhett’s eyes glitter with deliciously dangerous mirth.
“What do you want to do?” I ask him, my voice coming out as a thin whisper.
“I want to give Blair a gift,” Rhett says, pulling away from me. His hand drops away from my face to land on Blair’s head. “She was a decent sport tonight which was unexpected. I’d like to treat her to something really nice. I need your help with it though.”
The hand on top of Blair’s head bunches. He grabs a handful of hair to jerk her head back to look up at him.