Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Wolfe
When Amy came, she seemed completely shocked by it.
That was when I realized, having only had sex with one man—a fucking monster, at that—she’d probably never had an orgasm before.
Not that my ego needed much more of a boost, but… Yeah. I would be taking this accomplishment with me to the grave.
As she settled, her breath racing in and out of her lungs, I moved over her. I didn’t stop until my mouth was centimeters from hers.
“Kiss me, darlin’,” I whispered. “See how fuckin’ good you taste.”
Her eyes widened momentarily, but then she was kissing me, a soft moan vibrating against my mouth.
I pulled back, looked at Rhys, then reached for him.
Crushing my mouth to his, I was more forceful with him, allowing some of the tension to escape with the rough thrust of my tongue.
As worked up as I was, I was not going to do anything more than this.
Although I wanted to make love to Amy, that wasn’t going to happen. Not this time.
However, that didn’t mean we couldn’t make her come again.
Letting Rhys go, I fell back onto the bed, pressing up against Amy’s side as I stared down at her face.
“You ready for more?”
Her eyes opened and she gave me a beautiful, radiant smile that stole my breath. Then she nodded.
I trailed my hands over her bare stomach, but I didn’t move where she wanted me to. Instead, I reached for Rhys’s hand, then guided it down between her legs. Rhys didn’t need any more guidance, though.
We both watched her as Rhys teased her with his fingers, stroking her clit for long minutes before he pushed one digit inside her.
“Oh, God…” She groaned long and loud, her back bowing off the bed.
“So tight,” Rhys muttered, his attention between her thighs. “So wet.”
“You like that?” I asked Amy. “Like feelin’ him inside you?”
She moaned, her body undulating as Rhys fingered her.
“Come for us, Amy.” I lowered my mouth to her breast while he worked her into another frenzy, driving her close to the brink again.
Unable to help myself, I watched the way his finger disappeared, then returned, slick with her juices. It was so fucking hot to watch, listening to her gasps of pleasure. I wanted this to go on forever.
“More,” Amy whispered. “I need more.”
Rhys inserted two fingers and increased his pace.
I felt my body humming, my cock so fucking hard I could’ve drilled holes in concrete. But this wasn’t about me. It was about making Amy feel good, showing her how it was supposed to be, how a man was supposed to pleasure a woman.
Rhys’s hand moved faster, his fingers driving into her.
“Come for me, Amy,” he whispered. “Let me feel you come.”
I watched her face, saw the exact moment she let her orgasm take her.
“Perfect,” I whispered, sliding my finger over her cheek as I repeated what I'd told her earlier, with one slight deviation. “For us.”
Half an hour later, after drawing Amy a bath and helping her into the tub, I found Rhys standing in the kitchen, looking out over the back pasture.
He hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt, his back muscles tense as he stood motionless. Walking up to him, I pressed my bare chest to his back, then slid my arms around him. I'd never imagined myself doing this. Holding a man in my house. Certainly not Rhys Trevino.
I pressed my lips to his shoulder. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” He turned his head so that I could reach his mouth. I kissed him once, twice. “She in the bath?”
“Yep. And she has informed me that she wants food when she gets out.” I chuckled.
Rhys turned in my arms, his voice low as he spoke. “Did you see her back?”
I looked past him, out the window and into the pasture, the image of what I'd seen when I helped her into the bath coming back to me. It was a sight I would never forget, one that made me want to castrate the bastard who had done that to her.
“Either he whipped her or he cut her,” Rhys said softly.
Or both, I thought.
Rhys frowned. “She didn’t mention that part.”
I figured there was a lot she’d left out.
Rightfully so. For one, the details she had given us were more than any one person should’ve had to suffer.
Having seen the jagged scars all over her back, from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, neck to ass …
I had realized then that it was far worse than she had let on.
Although she certainly hadn’t spared us the details.
“She’s strong,” I told Rhys. “Far stronger than she even realizes.”
Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against mine. We remained like that for a few minutes. It was comforting to have him there. More so than I would’ve thought.
“You ever think that this whole time, we’ve been waitin’ for her? That this—the three of us—was supposed to happen?”
I understood what he meant; however, I wasn’t sure I wanted to see it that way.
Because if it was true, while we were waiting…
Amy had been suffering. So, no, I didn’t want to think about it that way. Instead, I wanted to think that it was meant to be. That Amy was meant for the two of us. Twice the protection to keep her safe and ensure she never had to endure anything like that for the rest of her life.
The two of us stood there for a long time, neither of us moving. I liked that we could, that we didn’t have to be doing anything at all to be content.
“Please tell me the food’s ready.”
I pulled away from Rhys as Amy stepped into the kitchen. Once again, she was wearing my T-shirt, her legs bare.
“Are you tryin’ to kill me, woman?” I smirked, kissing her quickly as I moved toward the Crock-Pot on the counter. “And yes, you can eat. Find a chair and put your cute little ass in it.”
Rhys pulled out one of the chairs at the table for her, then went to the refrigerator. It was as though the man knew his way around my house. He didn’t. In fact, until yesterday, the sheriff had never been inside.
Oddly enough, I liked that he was making himself at home. It seemed natural.
“I need to call Reagan,” Amy said. “I’m sure she doesn’t care whether or not I’m home, but I want her to know when I’ll be there.”
That sounded like a question to me. Almost like Amy was asking when I was going to take her back to her place.
“Tea or water?” Rhys asked her. “Do you wanna go home right now?”
“Tea would be great. And no, I don’t. But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
“That’ll never happen,” I mumbled under my breath. She could stay here as long as she wanted. Forever, in fact.
Shit.
When the hell had I started thinking like that?
Amy
I wasn’t about to ask Wolfe if I could stay the night.
Not that I didn’t want to, but it felt a little awkward right now.
I didn’t want them to think I was trying to hide out, although now that I thought about it, maybe I was. A little.
There was no denying that I felt safe at Wolfe’s house.
Especially with Wolfe and Rhys there with me.
I figured if they weren’t here, I'd feel just as exposed as I did at my own place.
Ultimately, I knew there was nowhere I could hide forever.
Eventually, he would find me. I only hoped I had a little notice so I could be ready.
Wolfe brought me a plate with beef roast, potatoes, carrots, and baby onions. On the side, there was a slice of cornbread. I had to fight back the tears. I wasn’t one to break down and cry all the time—in my nightmares, that was another story—so it embarrassed me a little.
“What’s the matter?” Rhys asked.
His concerned tone almost made me cry more, but I managed to wipe my eyes and choke out a laugh. “I’m sorry. I’m not usually such a wimp. It’s just… No one has cooked me dinner since…” I looked up at the two men. “Not since my aunt.”
“Well, if you can stomach my food,” Wolfe said with a teasing grin, “I’ll be more than happy to cook for you. But don’t get all teary-eyed until you try it.”
I laughed again, obviously his intention.
“And about tonight…” Wolfe brought a plate for Rhys and himself, then joined us at the table. “I’d like you to stay here. You can call Reagan and let her know. But I want you to get a good night’s sleep, and that’s the only way it’s gonna happen.”
It was true. Then again, I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t have a nightmare after having spilled my guts this morning. I didn’t want either of them to see that, but I would deal with it if it came to that.
“I…” I was going to argue, but I really didn’t have a case, so I smiled. “Thank you. I’d like that.”
“Good. That’s settled. Now try the food. And if you don’t like it, lie to spare my feelings.” Wolfe grinned, that sexy smirk that heated up my insides.
God, the man really was devilishly handsome in that bad-boy sort of way. And Rhys … he was quite possibly the opposite. Devastatingly handsome, but almost like … well, like a good boy.
Hmm.
I liked the idea of having a bad boy and a good boy.
Then again, I thought about the things they’d done to me earlier and there wasn’t anything “good” about them. They were both dirty in the best possible way.
“What’re you thinkin’ about?” Rhys asked, taking a sip of his tea.
I blushed, the heat rising from my neck to my face. “Nothing.”
He smiled knowingly. “Thinkin’ about more orgasms?”
His bluntness made me suck in a sharp breath when a lightning bolt of desire crashed into me.
I focused on my food, trying my best not to look at them. They’d know exactly where my thoughts had wandered to if I did.
Oh, who was I kidding?
They already knew if their chuckles were anything to go by.
After dinner, I called Reagan at the bar.
“Hey.” There was a hint of concern in her tone. “How’re you doin’?”
“I’m … better.”
“Good. That’s real good.”
“I wanted to call and let you know that I won’t be home tonight. I’m … uh … staying with a friend.”
Reagan laughed, a hearty sound that had me blushing again. “Wolfe Caine is a friend?”
“You know what I mean,” I said, smiling despite my embarrassment.
“I’ve got a question for you…”
“Sure.”
“Is my brother there?”