Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Wolfe
When I walked into my house a half hour later, I instantly wished I'd brought Amy with me.
Oh, sure, she would’ve declined the offer, but I hadn’t been ready to leave her yet.
It seemed the more time I spent with her, the more time I wanted to spend with her.
Which was crazy. Hell, I'd loved my job before she started working there.
Now that she was with me all damn day, I hated when it was time to leave.
A knock sounded on my front door a second before it opened.
“Was startin’ to think you weren’t comin’,” I told Rhys when he waltzed into the kitchen, where I was leaning against the counter, drinking a beer.
I hadn’t bothered turning on the overhead lights, knowing I'd just be turning them off again, so I stood in the dark, the light above the stove providing a white glow that didn’t reach far.
“Almost didn’t.”
I tilted the bottle to my lips, waiting for Rhys to elaborate.
He didn’t.
Clearly we had some things to discuss.
“Scared?” I taunted. Hell, it was as good a conversation starter as any.
“If I said a little, does that bother you?”
No.
In fact, I understood.
“So, how does this work?” I figured if anyone would know, Rhys would. It seemed the guy had some experience with these situations. If some of the rumors were true, anyway.
“How does what work?”
Crossing one ankle over the other, I took another swig of my beer. “This thing with you, me, and Amy.”
“Like, you want to know which tab goes in which slot?”
I flipped him off. “No, smartass. I’ve got that one figured out.”
“Do you?” The taunt in Rhys’s tone was evident.
Setting my beer on the counter, I pushed away from the cabinet and stalked across the room. As usual, he stood his ground, not budging even when I got up in his face. I liked that about Rhys. I liked that he wasn’t intimidated by me, that he was willing to stand up to me. It was fucking hot.
I leaned in, my lips hovering mere centimeters from his. “Trust me, I’m not questionin’ what I want from you.”
“What about what I want from you?” Rhys asked, his low tenor sending a chill down my spine.
“If you’re man enough to take it, you can have it,” I told him.
Okay, it had been a dare. However, I hadn’t expected Rhys to call me on it.
The next thing I knew, I was up against the refrigerator, his lips fused to mine, our tongues dueling. The man was a hell of a lot stronger than I gave him credit for.
This was exactly what I needed.
“I’m definitely man enough,” Rhys murmured against my mouth. “And I’ll take everything you’re willin’ to give.”
I was breathing hard, my fingers digging into his lower back as I held him close, our chests and hips pressed together, my cock becoming intimate with my zipper.
“I get this part of it,” I admitted, pulling back slightly.
“And jeezus, fuck, I want you more than I want my next breath. But I want Amy so fuckin’ bad.
I want her here with us. I want her between us.
I want her beneath me.” Releasing my death grip on him, I thrust my hand through my hair, glancing up at the ceiling.
“I don’t know how this fuckin’ works, Rhys. I just don’t.”
The warmth pressed against me disappeared as he moved back.
“What you’re askin’ is whether she’ll accept us bein’ together without her?”
“Yeah. Maybe.” It seemed like a logical question. Would it bother her? Would she be hurt? Or did she expect it?
“Will you question if I’m with her without you?”
I thought about that for a minute. There was some dark, devious side of me that liked the idea of knowing Rhys and Amy might be fucking, that one or both of them would tell me about it at some point. Perhaps they’d tell me in vivid detail.
I found myself shaking my head. “I wouldn’t question it. But I’d want you to tell me what happened in detail.”
Rhys cocked an eyebrow, his breaths deeper. He was clearly thinking about that, too. “I’d want that, too.”
We stared at one another for several seconds before Rhys spoke again.
“And I’d expect the same … if you’re with her without me there.” Rhys turned away.
“You want me to tell you how I touched her? Kissed her? Licked her?”
“Fuck yes,” Rhys hissed, his hands balling into fists. He was obviously holding himself back the same way I was.
“Is that how it works?” I asked, genuinely curious. “Are there parameters? Only at certain times? In certain situations? Are there rules?”
Rhys turned to face me. “Do you want there to be?”
I didn’t know. I only knew that I wanted Amy here with us. Tonight. I didn’t want to wait for her. I wanted to feel every inch of her against every inch of me. I wanted Rhys naked beside me, touching me, tasting me. I wanted to do the same to them.
But I didn’t fucking know how it worked.
Rhys sighed and I forced all the shit from my brain. I was overthinking this.
“I should go,” he said. “It’ll happen when it’s supposed to happen. If it’s supposed to happen.”
When he turned toward the door, I debated whether I should stop him. I was torn, but if I let Rhys walk out that door, I'd go fucking crazy.
Hell, I was already halfway there.
“It’s supposed to happen,” I assured him, talking to his back as he moved toward the door.
Rhys put his hand on the doorknob. “Is it? Because I’m startin’ to wonder.”
I put my hand on the door above his head, keeping him from opening it. “Turn around.”
There was a slight pause before Rhys turned, looking directly in my eyes.
“You’re makin’ me crazy,” I told him.
“Funny.” Rhys chuckled, a gruff, frustrated sound. “I was thinkin’ the same thing about you.”
I let my eyes travel over the smooth lines of his face. “I need this,” I admitted.
He nodded, obviously understanding my pain.
“I need you, Rhys. I need you to take the edge off. To keep me in check. That way when we have Amy, we can go slow, give her everything she needs.”
I noticed the way his eyes widened. The man needed the same thing, but he clearly wasn’t going to admit it.
“Don’t go,” I whispered. “Stay with me tonight.”
Rhys dropped his head against the door. “I think you’re gonna have to convince me.”
“Think I won’t?”
One shoulder lifted as he gave one of those expressions that said Who knows, where you’re concerned.
But I knew.
I knew what I wanted.
Sure, I was conflicted, but that didn’t change the fact that I wanted Rhys.
Right here.
Right now.
Rhys
I need you, Rhys. I need you to take the edge off. To keep me in check. That way when we have Amy, we can go slow, give her everything she needs.
Those words ran on repeat in my head, making my dick throb as the doorknob dug into my back when Wolfe crushed me to the wood, our mouths aligning, tongues moving together. The kiss was brutal. It was every damn thing I needed, every damn thing I'd thought about, dreamed about for too long now.
I was tired of thinking, tired of worrying, tired of trying to figure it all out.
I just wanted to feel.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned when Wolfe’s rough hands slid beneath my T-shirt, forcing it higher. Callused palms abraded my skin, making my nipples tighten, my dick throb impatiently.
I helped him along by grabbing a fistful of T-shirt behind my head and pulling it up and off. Rough hands moved over my skin, and I sucked in a breath.
“Goddamn, I want you,” Wolfe whispered roughly. “So fuckin’ much.”
“I’m right here.”
Wolfe suddenly stepped back, his eyes raking over my chest, lower, then back to my mouth. “Take the damn clothes off, Sheriff.”
I realized then that I wasn’t going to be in control here. As much as I wanted to be, there was no dominating Wolfe. The man wouldn’t allow it.
Not yet, anyway.
Wolfe raised a hand and pointed to the hallway. “Bedroom.”
Nope, no way was I going to be able to control how this played out.
Not that I really gave a shit. Right now, I just wanted Wolfe to touch me.
Sure, it would’ve been damn near perfect if Amy were here, even if she was simply watching, but I needed this.
I needed what only Wolfe could offer me.
And he was right. It would take the edge off.
We couldn’t take from Amy, couldn’t bombard her with the need fueling us.
We had to take it slow with her, so this…
This was what we both needed.
Evidently, I didn’t move fast enough for Wolfe, because the man gripped my belt buckle and jerked me forward, the backs of his fingers brushing my stomach. I had no choice but to move my feet, following Wolfe as he walked backward down the hall and into his bedroom.
I had never seen the man’s bedroom.
I didn’t intend to do much looking now, either, because Wolfe was once again kissing me, those long fingers working open my belt buckle, then the button on my jeans, and finally the zipper.
“Boots gotta go,” Wolfe informed me.
I toed off my boots while Wolfe stepped back and did the same.
I'd barely managed to get the second one off when he grabbed me, pulled me forward, then took us both to the bed. I grunted from his weight, but I held on, refusing to let go. I ran my hands beneath Wolfe’s shirt, feeling smooth, warm skin against my palms. It took only a second to get the shirt off, and when I did, I resumed kissing him, holding him to me while rough fingers twined in my hair, pulling hard as Wolfe devoured me.
Fuck. I was going to detonate if he kept this up.
A growl rumbled up from his chest and the sound had my dick pulsing, desperate for his touch.
I was breathing hard, my chest heaving, when Wolfe released me, kneeling on the bed and jerking my jeans down my hips. Emerald-green eyes met mine briefly before Wolfe turned his attention to my cock.
The second Wolfe fisted me, my hips jerked up off the bed. “Son of a bitch.”
“Like that?”
I liked it so damn much I couldn’t speak. Any word I might’ve said got lodged in my throat and came out as a long, tortured moan.
“Open your eyes.”
My eyes flew open. I hadn’t even realized I'd shut them.
“Watch me.” Wolfe stroked me again. “Watch what I do to you.”