Chapter 25
Twenty-Five
Blair
Idon’t drink.
Haven’t since college and honestly, I don’t really see the appeal. The dizziness, the sloshing of alcohol in your stomach, and god the taste was just… urgh.
That being said, I could use a shot of something strong now.
I smile as Rhett places his hand on Santi’s thigh while he drives us to the Navarro House.
Rhett sees it in the rearview mirror as our eyes lock.
Creases around his eyes tell me he’s smiling back.
It takes everything in me to keep it firmly in place and to really feel it. I am happy for them, truly.
And I’m happy that I can be a part of this.
It’s all I ever wanted, right?
Before Gnarly Pines, I was afraid to commit to anything other than a quickie. I couldn’t be myself and I feared starting a relationship on the foundations of a lie would ultimately only end in pain. Here, these men adore me and I’ve found love.
So why does it feel like chaos rattling around in my chest?
Is it because with love comes other complex feelings?
I understand Rhett’s anxiety, the same way I understand Santiago’s jealousy, and Wes’s fear as he warned us to be careful when we headed out tonight. And Ledger? Well, I don’t know Ledger’s feelings but maybe that’s for the better because I’m drowning in their emotions.
They’re piling up on top of my own and I just… I don’t know what to do with it all.
Reaching up, I pull the Gnarly Pines baseball cap down further to obstruct anyone’s view of my face—not that there would be very many neighbors up at this hour to see me.
If I’m being honest, it’s to hide from Rhett’s scrutiny.
Is this why Dad left society–because connecting with others is so fucking hard?
In his world, in the world I grew up in, everything was black and white. It was easy. Emotions were fleeting but when allowed, they didn’t feel like this. They weren’t so overwhelming and there weren’t so many at once.
The majority of the ride I’m quiet, enjoying Rhett and Santi’s light conversation and the music playing low from the radio. But that silence doesn’t mean I’m retreating.
I’m studying my emotions.
Figuring them out.
By the time we pull up to Santiago’s house, I’ve unraveled the chaos and have come to a solid, doable conclusion: we need to get out of our own heads.
No more thinking about the danger looming over us or wondering if letting Ledger free was a bad idea. We need to stop worrying about an uncertain future and how this could all possibly end. No fear. No worries.
Just fun.
Rhett parks in the driveway and throws the hood of his sweatshirt up to cover his face.
“Let me go unlock the door,” Santi says quickly.
He scrambles out of the truck and hurries toward the front door. Rather than watch him, my eyes scan the rooftops and dark shadows where the light from the streetlamps don’t reach.
“He’s waving, let’s go,” Rhett says as he shoves open the door.
I follow his lead, climbing out of the back. Rhett rounds the front of the truck and throws his arm around my shoulders. As we walk together toward the front door, he bends down and kisses my cheek.
“I’ve never been so excited to be a loser,” he murmurs into my ear. “I’m looking forward to whatever you’re cooking up.”
I giggle as we pass Santi and enter the house.
Once the three of us have kicked off our shoes, I’m ready for our new game to begin.
“Santi, go grab your lube from upstairs. When you come back down, strip, and wait for your next command,” I order as I move further into the living room. “Rhett, undress me.”
Behind me, Santi yips with excitement before taking off through his house.
As I stroll over to the couch, Rhett follows. “What’s the plan for the night?”
“You’ll see.”
“No hint?”
I smirk. “Remember when you called me greedy back when we were on the run?”
“As I recall, you called yourself ‘the greediest’. It was a pretty ballsy claim.”
My smirk turns into a devilish grin. “Yeah, well, you’re about to see what I mean by that.”
“Hm, you’ll have some stiff competition. The brat that just ran upstairs is pretty damn greedy, too.”
“Good thing I’m in charge tonight, then. I’ll get my way.”
Rhett chuckles as he comes up behind me and grabs the hem of my shirt.
I lift my arms for him to pull it up and over.
My bra falls away next. His lips skim across my shoulder as his hands come around and deftly unbutton my jeans before unzipping them.
As he drags them down my legs, he kneels.
Picturing him like that—on his knees at my feet—has a rush of heat billowing through me.
As I pull one foot, then the other out, I tell him, “Stay right where you are.”
Turning around, I find Rhett right where I want him. He stares up at me with those dark eyes, his gaze piercing. There’s blood splatter on his face where his bandana didn’t cover and it adds to the darkness that seems to radiate from his soul.
That darkness calls to me.
“You look so damn good down there, Rhett,” I tell him—my voice growing husky. “Maybe I’ll keep you on your knees all night.”
Rhett moves to get to his feet with a derivative scoff but I boop him on the nose. “Bad boy. Down.”
He bares his teeth at me in a muted snarl. “Fucking brat…”
“I haven’t even gotten started. Now, where were we?” I reach up and tap my chin as I playfully consider the next order. A wicked smile splays across my face and I decide to push my luck. “How about you bark for me, Rhett? Can you do that? Can you ‘speak’?”
It’s a taunt more than a command.
Rhett might be an accommodating lover, but he definitely leans toward being more dominant than submissive. How far will I be able to push him tonight? He’s got to listen to me. I am the winner of The Hunt, after all.
His eyes flash but a smile tugs at his mouth. “You sure are bossy when you get a little bit of power.”
“I’m just enjoying being the winner.”
“I think it’s already corrupted you.”
My smile grows wider as I remind him, “And the good boy says…?”
Rhett sighs, long and loud.
One hand wraps around my ankle before he skims it upwards.
I shiver at his light touch. When his hand gets to the back of my thigh, it stalls before gripping me hard.
With a heave, he throws my leg over his shoulder.
I cry out in surprise, then laugh as his other rests on my hip to steady me.
Leaning forward, he presses his nose right into my pussy.
As I gasp, he growls into me, “Woof.”
“Look at you,” I rasp out. “Such a good boy, Rhett.”
He has the nerve to run his tongue all the way through my pussy lips.
I groan loudly at the feel of his hot, wet tongue lazily exploring me.
My fingers find his hair and I rake my nails along his scalp.
A deep groan rumbles in my chest as his tongue slides through me again.
When his tongue circles my clit and gives it a sharp suck, my eyes roll back into my head.
Instinctually, I rock my hips, allowing the pleasure to wipe away the tension from earlier this evening in the woods.
“Shit, I think I might cum just by watching you two.”
I blink the room back into focus and look over my shoulder to find Santi watching with awe from the other side of the room. He’s naked, just like I’ve asked. He strokes his cock slowly as his eyes drink in the sight of me and Rhett.
“Come here, Santi.”
He doesn’t hesitate. In five long strides he’s there beside me. Santi cups the back of my head and immediately dips his to kiss me. A hard shiver of desire works its way through me. Between Santi’s hungry kiss and Rhett’s lazy tongue, I think I might combust on the spot.
Before I can get too wrapped up in it, I break the kiss and tug a handful of Rhett’s hair, forcing him to pull his mouth away from my pussy. When he looks up at me, his mouth is glistening.
“Santi, strip Rhett down. When he’s done, Rhett, entertain him while I grab something really quick.”
Pulling my leg off Rhett’s shoulder, I step back and watch as Rhett gets to his feet.
He and Santi immediately kiss, both clearly on the same wavelength.
Santi’s hands paw at Rhett’s shirt, eager to have it off.
Somehow, they get his shirt off, barely breaking apart to do so. Rhett helps Santi as his pants go next.
Maybe I should’ve waited to have Rhett take off all his clothes.
With both men naked, hard, and entwined in each other’s embrace, it’s impossible to look away.
Santi kisses Rhett like he’s a starved man while Rhett quickly takes control to force Santi to slow down and savor the moment.
The contrast between their skin tones; one pale, the other naturally golden, is beautiful—as is the way they seem to melt into one another.
My thighs clench together as I feel myself growing wet.
With a shaky breath, I leave the living room and head into the kitchen.
There, I comb through the knife block until I find the sharpest blade.
I grab it and return to the living room.
There, I find that Rhett has reached down, fisted their cocks together with one hand and is jerking the both of them off.
My feet skid to a stop.
Heat gathers in my face as I watch. This is so hot.
I don’t realize I’ve whimpered until Santi breaks the kiss and looks over at me. His eyes are already glazed over with lust, his breathing ragged. He reaches out for me.
“Come join us, carino.”
Rhett lets go of their cocks to do the same, his hand stretching out for me. “Come on, Blair.”
That’s exactly what I plan to do.
I toss the knife onto the coffee table, leaving it within reach for what I have planned later, and step up beside them.
Without hesitation, I lean in to kiss Santiago first. Our lips collide and, as he had with Rhett, Santi tries to devour me.
His tongue snakes into my mouth as he leans in.
His enthusiasm leaves me breathless and needy.
I allow it for a bit before I take control, biting his tongue hard.
He whimpers but as I suck the sting away, Santi groans.