Chapter 11
Eleven
Rhett
My heart is racing as I make my way through the house. I’m beyond exhausted, I’m starving, and fuck do I need a shower. But sleep, food, and a hot bath can wait. There’s something I need more than all of that.
Or rather someone.
I find Santiago in the kitchen. He’s in the middle of pulling out ingredients for something, making quick work darting around the space to get everything he needs.
I head straight for him. As he plops whatever it was that he grabbed from the refrigerator down onto the counter, my arms snake around his waist and I step into him, pinning Santi’s body to the counter.
“Rhett,” he breathes.
Leaning forward, I kiss the side of his neck.
“Why aren’t you waiting for me upstairs in my bed?” I growl into his ear before nipping at it. “Has my pretty whore forgotten where he belongs?”
I feel his answering shiver. “I thought you’d want something to eat—”
“I do. And it’s you. Now get the fuck upstairs or I’ll fuck your tight, sweet ass raw right here on the fucking floor of the kitchen. No lube, no prep, just taking what’s mine and using you until I’m fucking spent. We’ve been separated too long, Santi. I need my fill of you.”
There will never be a time where I get my fill of this man. Not ever.
Blair saved my life, pulling me from the quarry’s edge, and gave me a new perspective on life but I was torn away from Santi before I could enjoy this new insight.
Now that we’re together, I’m going to make up for the time lost. As we move forward, I’m going to make sure Santi knows exactly how I feel about him.
Santi groans. “Yes, take me right here.”
“We’re going to need a softer spot for what I want to do to you,” I growl, taking his hand and pulling him from the room.
We make it halfway down the hallway before I stop, turn around, and pin him to the wall.
Grabbing his wrists, I yank them over his head and pin them to the wall as well.
My other hand makes it to his throat. Then I’m kissing Santi, hard.
I kiss him as if that would be enough to sustain me.
Santi groans. He grinds his hips against me as I nip at his bottom lip.
I break away with a gasp.
“Upstairs, now,” I huff out.
Taking his hand again, I drag him up the stairs.
Or nearly all the way up them.
Desperate to taste him again, I turn and pull Santiago down until he’s beneath me. I know it can’t be comfortable for him, his back pressed against the hard stairs, but I can’t find it in me to give a fuck if he’s comfortable.
My lips crash against his again.
I’ve missed him so damn much.
How has it taken me so fucking long to realize what I have right here with him? It took a woman with a mean streak and a slightly skewed moral compass to whip me into shape. Fuck, I owe Blair big time.
And I owe the world to Santiago who refused to take “fuck off” and “I can’t give you what you want’” for an answer. He’s been right here waiting patiently for me to realize he’s exactly who I want to love.
I bite Santi’s lip—stopping myself just short of drawing blood.
He grunts then rolls his hips against mine.
“I need you, my pretty little whore. Can you tell?” I rasp against his lips before planting kisses along his jaw.
“Yes,” he chokes out. “I need you, too, mi amado.”
My beloved.
I shiver.
It’s an undeserved endearment but I’m going to work hard to earn it. I start to tug down his sweatpants, but I stop myself at the last minute.
“Let’s go,” I murmur against his lips.
I grab his hand and pull him to his feet then push him ahead of me, determined to at least make it to my room. The minute we’re inside and the door is slammed shut, I jump Santi.
My fingers go to his hair as our lips crash together once more. I bite his bottom lip, demanding he open for me. Santi does without question. My tongue barrels forward, staking a claim. I walk him back toward my bed. When the backs of his knees hit the mattress, I push against his chest.
Santi laughs as he falls back onto the bed, but when our eyes meet the amusement is mixed with a plethora of other emotions. Fear, relief, worry, love—it all mingles and storms in those rich brown eyes of his.
“I’ve missed you,” I tell him seriously.
Staring down at Santi, something stronger than desire expands in my chest. It chokes off my ability to breathe and leaves me weak in the knees.
My natural inclination is to tamp it down—pushing the feeling far away so that it can't drown me. I almost do that now. My jaw clenches tight and I want to look away from Santi's intense gaze. I stop myself at the last minute.
I'm not running anymore.
Not from the emotions that feel like too much, or from the man who inspires them.
I force myself to take a deep breath to settle the rising panic. As I take a second one, I allow the feelings to crash over me. I accept the vulnerability that comes with giving myself to Santiago.
If he's not scared of this—of us—then I'm not either.
"You okay?" He asks me, no doubt witnessing the uncertainty on my face before I could rein it in.
I grin, and I find the motion easy.
"I'm better than okay, Santi."
I reach down and yank off my shirt. As I unbutton my pants, Santi's eyes drink me in.
The hunger and need on his face feeds the warm feeling in my chest. This time as it expands, I don't balk. This is what I’ve been dying to feel in Santi's presence since I left him on the side of the road in the middle of the night. The rightness of us.
As I chuck off my pants, Santi reaches down to remove his. I stop him, knocking his hands away so that I can do it myself.
"Everyday," I growl as I pull his grey sweats off. His dick springs free, already weeping with precum. "Every fucking day, I thought about you."
I toss his pants aside, and kneel with one knee on the bed to reach for his shirt next.
My hands skim up his golden body as I push his shirt up.
Unable to resist, I lean down and plant a kiss just above his belly button.
I place another above that and another right above the last. I trail kisses up his stomach as I push his shirt up.
He lifts his arms to help me remove it altogether.
"Rhett, I need you," Santi pleas softly. "Please don't tease me now. I've been so scared that I would lose you and Blair. I just need—"
"I know," I cut him off before pressing a light kiss to his lips. "I need you, too."
My hand finds his weeping cock. I start to stroke him as I go back to kissing him. Knowing Santi, this won't take long. And honestly, it won't be long for me either. I groan into his mouth as the warm feeling inside of me grows in strength.
I let it overwhelm me until I'm feral. With a low snarl, I bite Santi's lip again before pulling away to bite him all over his body.
His neck, his shoulders, chest and stomach.
I latch onto Santi like I'm a fucking vampire marking his next victim.
My grip on Santi's cock grows harder, my stroking fervent.
As I bite my way down his body, Santi groans, the sound hungry and impatient.
His hands find my hair, and he grabs handfuls of it, forcing my head lower.
I chuckle darkly as I get to the thin line of hair that starts beneath his belly button and leads straight to his cock.
"Is my filthy whore ready for me?" I tease.
"Yes!"
"How ready?"
Santi whines his frustration. "So ready, Rhett. I haven't touched myself since you two left. I’m dying to cum for you."
This surprises me. Looking up the long muscular length of his body, I check his expression to see if he's messing with me. "Not at all?"
Santi lifts his head to meet my eyes. Slowly, he shakes his head. "Even if I could get it up, which I couldn't, it felt wrong. My body, my pleasure—it's all yours."
A hard groan rumbles through me as I'm thoroughly humbled and grateful for this man beneath me.
"You are..." I shake my head. "Incredible."
Santi opens his mouth to say more but whatever he wants to say turns into a harsh cry as I wrap my lips around his cock. One hand skims up his body but my other reaches down to fondle his balls.
My tongue swirls around the head of his dick before I take him back down into my throat.
I start off slow and steady, forcing Santi to stay with me in this heated moment.
I savor the salty tang of his precum, humming with approval as more surges up each time I lick it away.
But the slow pace doesn’t last. I want to watch him fall apart.
Quickening my pace, I choke and gag. The struggle to take him as far back as I can makes me so fucking hard.
As I work him up Santi pants and howls, grunts and groans.
Damn it... he's so fucking precious.
And mine.
I suck hard and roll his balls just right, and just like that Santiago cums. His cry, loud and unabashed, fills the silence in the room. He lifts his hips up off the mattress as rope after rope of cum hits the back of my throat.
"Rhett, Rhett... oh shit, Rhett!" He chants breathlessly.
Only when he's spent do I slowly pull my mouth away from his dick. Breathing hard, Santi lays there as I stand up and move toward my dresser drawer.
"That was... wow…” Santi wheezes out.
I grin as I grab the lube from the top drawer and return to the bed. A content smile splays across his lips before he starts to roll over.
"No." I grab the front of his neck to prevent him from turning onto his stomach. He frowns, confused. "I want to look into your eyes as I fuck you hard, got that?"
Santi's eyes widen in surprise before a grin splits across his face.
“Yeah?” he confirms.
I let go of his neck to pop open the lube and coat my fingers. “Hell yeah.”
Santi whoops with excitement. The sound causes my heart to do a backflip. He scoots back on the bed and I climb onto it, prowling after him. I grab his ankle before he gets too far and yank him back to me.
“Where’re you going, pretty whore? I’ve got what you want right here.”
Santi’s lips part with a gasp as I spread his cheeks apart and lather his asshole with lube. Usually, neither of us mind if I don’t prep him. Then again, we used to fuck often enough that he was always pretty ready for me. But it’s been a while—too long—and I don’t want to hurt him.
My eyes flicker over my bite marks—a claim that I couldn’t resist indulging in. His muscles contract and relax as I probe him with my fingers, and he moans. I drink in the sight of him, writhing for me. Fuck… I can’t wait to sink into his body. I’m desperate for the connection.
“You’re so perfect, Santi,” I growl as I pull my fingers free from his ass. “So fucking perfect. Your body, your heart, your fucked up mind… God, I’ve missed you.”
Pink gathers beneath the golden glow of his skin as a flash of uncertainty creeps into his expression.
“Ah, Rhett?” he asks quietly. “You don’t have to be nice or sweet just because—”
“I’m not being nice or sweet.” I scowl at him, annoyed for a moment.
Not at him, but at myself.
Have I been that cruel that Santi doubts my words right now? I push the shame away. There’s no changing the past, but I can make sure he knows the truth from here on out.
Swallowing hard, I admit, “I’m simply stating the truth.”
Santi’s eyes track my every move as I position myself at his back entrance. I hold his gaze as I slowly push into him. His soft cock begins to harden again.
“You are my everything,” I growl as his body clenches around me. I don’t look away from his eyes as I sink further into him. “And I learned that I can’t fucking live without you, Santiago.”
“Same,” he gasps.
I watch his eyes roll into his head as I bottom out inside of him. My hands slide to his waist, and my fingers dig into his skin as I hold Santiago there to savor the grip his body has on me. It steals my breath and the urge to rut into him is almost impossible to ignore.
But I do resist.
There’s something I need to say that’s more important than seeking out pleasure in Santiago’s body. I pull out just as slowly as I sank into his body, then thrust back just a little harder.
“Ah!” Santi bites his bottom lip and his back bows. Piles of sheets are wadded up into his fists as he reaches out to ground himself. “God, you feel so good inside of me, Rhett.”
“Look at me, Santi,” I rasp out, still watching him.
Santi groans loudly as I pull out then thrust back in, faster and harder this time. He takes several gasping breaths before forcing his eyes open.
Swallowing back the terror and vulnerability that wants to keep the words back—to protect myself from anymore heartache—I manage to growl, “I love you.”
The three words are bulleted and stiff but at the same time, they’re freeing.
Santi gasps, his ass clenching around my cock as if to hold me in place. He props himself up on his elbows and stares up at me in awe.
“I love you,” he echoes sincerely.
A shudder rushes through me. Fuck, why have I been holding onto this for so long? I’ve been denying both of us the satisfaction and the comfort that comes with love.
That time in my life is over.
From here on out, I’ll make sure Santi knows exactly how I feel about him.
With that thought, I get to work ravishing the man I love.