Chapter Fifteen
The house is quiet when I walk in. I silently make my way upstairs, hoping I can jump in the shower before I find Riggs and talk to him.
I walk into the bedroom and strip out of my top and bra, tossing them in the laundry hamper before I kick off my boots and wriggle out of my skirt—they end up in the hamper with the rest of my clothes.
I walk into the bathroom to flip on the shower before I head back to the bedroom to pull out clean clothes.
I freeze four steps in when Riggs appears in the doorway.
His gaze moves over my naked except-for-my-panties body.
The look on his face can only be described as carnal. Yet there is something else there too, just beneath the surface. Something possessive that makes my pussy throb.
“You were gone longer than I thought. Everything go okay?”
“I…” I swallow, fighting the urge to back up. “A lot happened. Some of it good, some of it not, but I need to talk to you first about something else.”
“You fucked Austin.”
“No, but it was close.”
“How close?” He stalks toward me. This time, I can’t help backing up, stopping only when I collide with the dresser.
“It was my fault. I didn’t think. I was snapping at him about you coming inside me, and it flipped a switch. Before I knew it, we were in the restroom, and he was ordering me to strip.”
“Did he hurt you?” he grits out.
“Oh no. God no. He didn’t even really touch me.” Much.
“What did he do then? Because I can smell him on you.”
“Jesus, I’m having deja vu.”
“Opie,” he growls, pushing against me. His hand slides around to cup my neck.
“He wanted me to strip.”
“And did you?”
I nod, unsure of myself but not willing to lie to this man. “I kept my panties on.”
He pulls back so he can look down at them. His hand slides down my belly and then cups my sex over the material. “They’re soaked.”
I swallow, my throat feeling scratchy and dry. “He picked me up and set me on the counter and asked me to show him.”
“Show him what?”
“Your cum leaking out of me,” I whisper.
He dips his head, his eye boring into mine as if he is digging around in my head for answers. Without warning, he scoops me up, carries me into the bathroom, and sits me on the counter. “Then what? Did you show him?”
“Yes. I hooked my panties aside and showed him my wet pussy. He could see you leaking out of me.”
Air rushes out of Riggs, and for a moment, I don’t know whether to proceed or shut up. But when he strips out of his T-shirt, tosses it aside, and moves on to the top button of his jeans, I realize he’s rock hard. He’s not angry at my story. He’s turned on by it.
“And did he like what he saw?”
I nod. “He wanted to see more, so I slipped my fingers inside myself and showed them to him. They were wet from you and me.”
He licks his lips, shoving his jeans and boxers down his legs. He wraps his hand around his hard cock and strokes it. My mind flashes back to Austin in the restroom.
“Tell me what he did next.”
“He was stroking himself like you are.”
“He liked the idea of me filling you?”
“I don’t know if he liked it. It made him jealous, but it also turned him on. Sound familiar?” I tease, feeling like I’m on safer ground now that I can see he’s not mad.
“I knew you’d never be just mine. I’ve accepted it. The thought of watching you with someone else doesn’t piss me off as it should. It makes me hard as a rock. The thought of being inside your tight pussy while someone else forces their way into your unbreeched ass almost has me losing my mind.”
I moan, every bit as turned on as he is. “He knew your cum was on my fingers and he still sucked them dry.”
He pauses, surprise on his face but not disgust, which is good.
I don’t know any of these men well enough to know their limits.
I guess if this progresses, we’ll figure out together.
Though each is far too hetero to cross swords, there will be times when they’re closer than they ever planned to get with a man.
That takes a certain level of trust and confidence.
“Did he taste us from the source?” His voice is thicker now as his arousal rides him hard.
“No. He ordered me to play with myself while he watched. He kept stroking himself. He got off on watching me.”
“What man wouldn’t? You’re a fucking goddess, Opie. If you spread your legs wide for me, I’d be more than happy to worship at your altar.”
I grin as the room fills with steam. I spread my legs wide, just like I did for Austin, and stroke my slippery clit as Riggs fucks his fist faster.
“He didn’t touch me, but I could tell he wanted to.”
“He didn’t touch you at all?”
“Not until the end.”
“The end?”
“When I came, it set him off. He came on my pussy, covering my fingers. And then he pressed the head of his cock just inside me and filled me up. He then used my fingers to push the cum deeper.”
“Fuck, fuck.” His breathing turns ragged, his movements a blur now as he chases his release.
“He said when you fuck me, you’ll be fucking part of him into me too. And he knew you would. He didn’t think we’d make it past the front door before you were on me, filling me until I was bloated with cum.”
With a snarl, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck as he presses his cock into me and surges inside.
I gasp out his name as he plants himself deep and comes.
He strokes my clit with his thumb as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth and drags me to the edge with him before throwing me over.
He swallows down my screams as he throbs and swells inside.
He doesn’t pull out when he’s done. His cock doesn’t even soften.
He keeps me plugged as he pours everything into his kiss, making sure it sears itself into my brain.
Eventually, he pulls back, but keeps his dick planted firmly inside me. He lifts his hand and trails his fingers down my cheek.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for things to get this complicated.”
“You made me no promises.”
“Didn’t I? My mouth might not have made any, but my body did each time I let you inside me. I never promised you we’d be exclusive, but saying that feels like a cop out.”
“Because you’re thinking like a girl.”
“I am a girl,” I grumble.
“So that’s what these are for,” he teases, cupping one of my breasts before he hoists me into his arms, making his dick hit something deep inside me.
“Fuck.”
“I wish we could stay like this forever. No better feeling on earth than being buried deep inside you.”
I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in the crook of his neck as he carries me into the shower.
“It’s them.”
“Huh?” He pulls back to look at me, putting his back to the spray so it doesn’t pour down over my face.
“I’m not interested in any random man off the street. It might not seem that way, but it’s true. It’s you, Austin, and Shepard. I have zero interest in anyone else.”
“Well, that’s a relief, or we’d need to go shopping for a much bigger bed.”
I slide my hands into his hair and anchor him to me. “You are the best man I know.”
“I mean, the bar hasn’t exactly been set high.”
“Wouldn’t matter if a hundred men were waiting in the wings, I’d still pick you.”
The look he gives me wraps around my heart and squeezes. And though it’s not something I’m familiar with, it’s far from bad.
I kiss him softly, waiting for him to put me on my feet. But his hands move to my hips before he pins me to the wall and rocks me against him.
His touches are soft, his kisses gentle, before his lips skim over every inch of exposed skin in his reach.
This isn’t fucking, it’s making love, and I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.
This, right here—him and me—it’s everything I dreamed of but was too scared to admit I wanted out loud.
We come together, clinging to each other as he murmurs to me about how good I feel. When I’m boneless, he lowers me to my feet, making sure I’m steady before he releases me.
He spends the next ten minutes washing me from head to toe before he lets me return the favor, even letting me remove his eye patch. It’s precisely what I needed. As we dry off, I fill him in on the rest of the day.
“So Porter confronted you? I should have figured when he never turned up here.”
“He was never going to let me live in peace, especially now that I have his family here with me. He sees me as an obstacle in his way. Even more so, now I have them.”
“You ever going to tell Dawn and Hannah who you are to them?”
“Dawn knows. She figured it out and sprung it on me. I just haven’t had a chance to talk to you about it. As for Hannah, I think I’ll leave that up to Dawn to decide. Talking of which, where are they?”
“David swung by and picked them up. Jen wanted Dawn to have a sit-down in her office, and David offered to take Hannah to a water park with his sisters for the afternoon. I didn’t want you to come home to an empty house, so I decided to stay.”
“I would have understood if you’d gone.”
“I watch them when they’re here because they deserve to feel safe, but I won’t ever put them above you.”
I should object. Dawn and Hannah should be the priority given the circumstances, but I can’t find it in me to say the words. I’ve never been the most important thing in someone’s life before. And I’m not benevolent enough to give it up.
“Well, Shepard is coming for dinner, as you know. But Austin kind of invited himself to this event, so this evening is going to be interesting.” I bite my lip, worried this might blow up in our faces.
Riggs slides his thumb over my lip. “Stop worrying. Everything will work itself out.”
I grumble about him being too sunny for my current mood, but he chuckles.
“Go spend some time in your workshop while I figure out what to make for dinner.”
“We can order in. I didn’t mean for you to cook.”
“I don’t mind. I find it relaxing.”
“Okay, if you’re sure. And if you need me to do anything, just holler.”
He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Will do.”
I watch as he slips his eye patch on and heads to the door. He looks back. “About what you showed me before…”