Chapter 32 #2
Just as I round a tree, I make the mistake of not checking where I’m stepping. My foot lands on a wet patch of leaves. It slips out from beneath me instantly. I yelp in surprise as my other foot comes up next and I land hard on my back.
“Oophm!” I gasp as the air in my lungs is expelled violently.
There’s a rough laugh and my body shivers in delight at the sound. Rhett so rarely laughs so when he does, I feel as if I should pause simply to savor it.
He stops beside my head and looks down at me with a smug smile. “That was the most cartoonish fall I’ve ever witnessed. You should be ashamed to call yourself a hitwoman with moves like that.”
A breathless laugh makes its way past my lips. “I’ve never called myself a hitwoman.”
Rhett opens his mouth to reply but a sound from behind him causes him to pause. Stiffening, he looks over his shoulder to see who's coming.
It’s a foolish mistake.
Twisting on the ground, I shift so that my lower body swings around and I knock Rhett’s feet out from beneath him. I laugh as his fall looks nearly identical to mine. With a shout of surprise, Rhett lands on his back. I’m on my feet half a breath later and taking off.
I get only a few yards away before Wes steps out from behind a tree.
I could slow down.
There’s time to redirect and dart off in another direction.
But I don’t.
With a giggle of delight, I leap into Wes’s open arms.
His thick arms wrap around me, holding me tight. His smile is wide, victorious, and hungry.
“I hate to be the one to say it since it’s so damn obvious,” Wes drawls. “But, I told you I’d win.”
Excitement pulses through me. An ache begins to well up in my chest that has nothing to do with what I’d overheard of Ledger and Dad’s conversation.
This ache is deeper, heavier, and endless.
It’s an ache to be filled.
Surrounded.
Loved.
“Okay, you’ve won. Now what?” I ask him, my voice breathless.
Wes’s smile turns devious as he leans back against the tree he’s been hiding behind. “I think I’d like to share you with the man who might not be as shitty as I thought he was.”
Ah… what?
I frown, confused.
Wes’s gaze flickers over my shoulder. “You’ve been looking out for Blair for a long time.”
“I tried to, at least.”
Ledger…
He’s being modest. Even before what I learned tonight, Ledger has always been there when Dad and I needed him—watching our backs on harder jobs. Now I know it goes so much further than that.
Ledger’s hard chest presses against my back, effectively sandwiching me between him and Wes. Ledger’s hot breath hits the back of my neck causing me to shiver. His hands fall to my waist.
“Now I see the appeal of the game,” Ledger murmurs from behind me. “The reward is most definitely worth the chase.”
He grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it up. Wes lets go of my arms so that Ledger can slide my top off. My bra falls away next.
I shiver as the cold night air rushes over my skin and my nipples, already pebbled from the thrill of the chase, grow harder.
Ledger’s hands leave my hips to skim up my stomach and cup my breasts. I groan as his callused palms begin to knead me.
Wes sinks to his knees before me.
“So fucking beautiful, Blair,” he murmurs as he moves to unbutton my jeans.
He tugs both my jeans and panties off my hips and down my legs. Rather than tossing them away, Wes takes his time folding each item and setting them beside us. His eyes skim up and down my body, taking in every inch of me.
As Ledger begins to tug and roll my nipples with his fingers, his head bends down so that he can skim his lips against my neck. His beard tickles me and I smile, enjoying the sensation.
“Don’t what let happened in the past eat away at you,” Ledger whispers in my ear. “Your father loves you.”
My throat squeezes. I shut my eyes trying to push away the hurt that threatens to well up.
“If he wanted you dead, you would be,” Ledger continues. “You know that better than most.”
Wes grabs my thighs and leans forward to kiss my bare legs.
Ledger kisses my neck slowly. Between every few kisses he says, “I’m sorry I brought it up. It was wrong of me to do so when he had every right to be pissed at me for our current situation.”
“No,” Wes says, pulling away from my legs to look up at me. “Blair had a right to know. I’m glad you heard, baby girl. Now you know how loved you are. Ledger’s right, if your dad really wanted to kill you, we wouldn’t be here doing this.”
“What? Making out while I’m naked in the woods?” I tease weakly, as my heart seizes in my chest.
Wes smiles and Ledger chuckles.
“We’re about to do so much more than that,” Wes promises. “Ledger, lift her up so that her legs are draped over my shoulders.”
I blink in surprise. “Wait, wh—”
Ledger hoists me up by my hips with ease.
Wes pulls my legs apart before lifting them up to rest over his shoulders then reaches up to grab large handfuls of my butt to steady me.
Ledger’s arm bands around my waist to press me hard against his chest before taking a half step back so that I’m forced to lean against him.
His other hand gently clasps the front of my neck.
On his knees, with my legs over his shoulders and his grip on my ass biting, Wes’s gaze locks onto my pussy as if transfixed.
“So wet and messy, baby girl,” Wes says appreciatively. “Is this all for us?”
With his hot breath hitting my core and making my clit throb, it takes a second to remember that he’s asked me a question.
“Yes,” I breathe.
Knowing exactly the cause of my hesitation, Wes purposefully blows hot air against my throbbing clit. I gasp and he chuckles.
“You have the prettiest pussy, baby girl.” Wes leans forward and inhales deep. “Smell that, Ledger?”
“You mean the scent of fucking victory?”
“Yeah,” Wes confirms in a deep, husky voice as he slowly nods. “Victory.”
He bends his head forward and buries his face between my legs, directly into my pussy.
Instinctually, my arms fly upward in surprise to hook around Ledger’s neck behind me, grounding me. I cry out into the dark as Wes’s tongue slides through my folds.
Oh god…
The feeling of his warm, wet tongue running through me is incredible. It steals away thoughts of tonight’s earlier conversation and leaves me smack dab in the middle of this moment where I’m surrounded by only those who love me.
Unraveling one arm from around Ledger’s neck, I reach down to grip the back of Wes’s head, forcing him to stay there between my legs.
As Wes feasts, Ledger begins to kiss and suck along my neck.
Between the gentleness of the kisses, the light scrape of his beard that tickles, and the sharp sting when he sucks hard—I’m overwhelmed with sensation.
At first, I try to behave—to keep my noises down and not squirm.
But then Wes slides his finger into me and I’m a goner.
I whimper and moan, grind and tremble. My moves are wanton and wild. Ledger’s grip on me tightens as Wes adds a second finger and I jerk my hips nearly off Wes’s shoulders in surprise.
“Holy shit, this is hot.”
I laugh softly at Santi’s assessment of the situation as he approaches a few feet away. I can’t see him but knowing he’s there only makes this so much hotter.
“Who knew two old guys could get creative like this?”
Wes chuckles between my legs before starting small pulsating sucks against my clit. My mind melts. Ledger growls against my neck, “Watch it, Santi.”
My godfather’s hand falls from my neck to cup my breast, squeezing and kneading it.
The groan that slides past my lips this time is a warning.
At this rate, I’m going to cum soon.
“Fuck…” Santi groans. “Think I could slip in somewhere behind you, Ledger? I could angle my dick so that I could—”
“If your dick touches me at any time while I’m alive, Santi, I’ll rip yours off and feed it to the fucking raccoons around here,” Ledger warns darkly. “So, I fucking suggest you wait your turn.”
There’s a beat of silence before… “So, I can touch you with my dick when you’re dead? Weird, but I might be down for that—depending on how long I have before decomposition.”
A bubble of laughter peels out of me.
Even Wes’s administrations falter as he laughs as well.
“What the fuck?” Ledger snaps. “Keep your dick away from me at all times, Santiago Navarro.”
“But this is so fucking hot…”
I groan as Wes’s tongue works its way inside of me to work in tandem with his fingers.
Pleasure coils inside of me, stealing my breath and leaving me desperate for more.
“Yeah? You like what you’re seeing over there, Santi?” Rhett asks, emerging at last from the dark. “How about I force you to watch while I get my fill of you?”
There’s a gasp, followed by a loud, heavy moan. Without having to look, I know they've started to make out.
My pussy bears down on Wes’s fingers as my pleasure begins to peak. Sucking in a sharp breath, I hold it as my mind spins and my heart races.
This feels so damn good.
I fall apart seconds later. My body convulses as I grind hard against Wes’s face and I chase the pleasure, prolonging it for as long as I can.
Ledger holds me, keeping me safe and steady.
As I finally come down from that glorious orgasm, Wes pulls his face away from between my legs to look up at me.
The lower half of his face glistens with my arousal.
He holds my gaze as he licks his lips clean. At my hum of approval, his eyes darken.
“I got her all nice and ready for us, Ledger,” he says to the man behind me without taking his eyes off me.
“About damn time,” Ledger growls.
He lifts me off Wes’s shoulders and places me on my feet. From his knees, Wes’s eyes smolder as he stares up at me.
“Are you going to be a good girl while we fuck you senseless?”
“I can’t make any promises, Wes.”
Wes gets to his feet with a soft laugh. As he reaches for his zipper, though, I hold up my hand to stop him.
“If I’m naked, you both have to be too.”
Wes doesn’t even hesitate. His hands redirect and he’s quick to pull off his flannel and long sleeve shirt. Both items are discarded much more haphazardly than my clothes.
He’s stunning.