“Santi!” Ledger and Wes bellow as they thunder up the stairs.
“I’m good!” I call out to them without looking away from Blair as the tension drops out of her body. Their audible sighs of relief follow the ceasing of their footsteps. To Blair I add, “Was this where I was supposed to say ‘cinnamon roll’?”
“Oh my god, Santi,” she breathes out. “I almost killed you!”
“You’re forgiven,” I promise as I cross the room in four long strides.
Blair barely has time to place the gun on the nightstand before I throw myself at her. I don’t care that I’m sweaty from work and still damp from the rain. All I want is to make sure that my two favorite people are alive. Blair’s thrown back as I land on top of her. I give her no apology as my weight forces her to sink into the mattress and when I kiss her, I know I’m being too rough.
When I pull away, I look from her face to Rhett who’s sleeping soundly on his side, facing away from us. I start to reach for him but Blair catches my wrist and shakes her head.
“Leave him be, he needs to sleep,” she whispers. “I can’t believe the gun going off didn’t wake him. He’s got to be beyond exhausted.”
I thought that seeing her would make me feel better. It doesn’t. Not really. The thought of something happening to either of them makes me feel out of control in the worst possible way. I kiss her again, needing the contact. Blair kisses me back and this time, I can feel her pouring reassurance into it. Her arms wrap around me and when I break the kiss it’s to bury my face into her neck.
“What the hell happened?” I ask against her skin before planting light kisses along the column of her neck.
“It’s… complicated. He was upset about Abby,” she hedges softly. “But we’re both okay and I think he’s calmed down now.”
My stomach knots at the slight hitch in her voice. These two might be physically okay but I wonder at the damage done emotionally. Blair, no doubt, must’ve seen the worst in Rhett tonight. He’s not a bad guy. I hope she doesn’t see him that way.
“Rhett’s not usually like this. He doesn’t drink all that often and usually, when it comes to Abby, if you don’t bring her up he’s okay. But after our fight and given that it’s either today or tomorrow that’s the anniversary of when Abby passed away—” Blair sucks in a sharp breath, clearly surprised by the news— “I think his grief must be getting the best of him. Don't judge him based on all of this, okay? He really is great.”
Blair strokes the back of my head lazily. “I know he is, Santi.”
I choke on the ball of emotion trying to settle in the middle of my throat. The sincerity in her confirmation tells me shedoesknow. Holding her tighter, I whisper, “Thanks for going after him.”
“Don’t say thanks. You all have become my family. I’ll do anything for any of you.”
Tears sting my eyes at her words. “You’re my family too,cariño.”
“Here.” She wiggles beneath me, indicating for me to move. “You can be sandwiched between us.”
I grin at the idea and I lift my body off her so Blair can move toward the edge of the bed creating space for me between them. While she shuffles to the side, I shrug off my jacket and shirt and throw them on the floor. When there’s room, I slip into the small tight space with a pleased hum.
“You know, when I said I wanted to sleep in your bed with you earlier, this wasn’t what I was picturing,” I admit.
Blair winces. “I’m sorry, maybe tomorrow?—”
“This isbetter,” I cut her off quickly. “Sandwiched between my two favorite people is exactly where I want to be,always.”
“Well, ‘always’ is a big ask given that three people in a queen bed is a bit tight but we’ll see,” she teases tiredly. “Let’s get some sleep, okay?”
I nod and finally allow myself to relax. Rhett’s safe. Blair’s safe. And I’m exactly where I belong.
I awake to a hot,wet mouth around my stiff, aching cock.
Twin sensations of smooth metal rings roll up the length of my cock as the mouth retracts. A tongue swirls across the tip, lapping up the precum that Iknowis spilling from it. I groan as sleep fades and pleasure coils. My balls ache with the need to cum which tells me that I’ve been asleep during much of thisadministration. My hips start to rise so I can sink deeper into the mouth that sucks and toys with my tip but two hands grab and force my hips back down into the mattress. It’s followed by the removal of the mouth altogether.
“Let me savor my filthy little whore a little longer,” Rhett says, his hot breath skating over my erection. His tongue slides over the tip, teasing me with the promise of more.
I groan as my heavy eyelids open. Lifting my head, I look down the length of my body to find my pants and boxers are gone and Rhett between my legs. Our eyes lock together. Instantly, I can tell something’s different. Even in heated moments like this, Rhett has always held himself back, remaining distant enough not to get lost in the moment. Most of the time, he won’t even look at me when we’re fucking. That’s not the case this time. Those cinnamon brown eyes have melted into something dark and deliciously sweet. They hold mine, never once wavering as Rhett takes my cock back into his mouth and then takes it so far back that he chokes. Still, he doesn’t look away.
Reaching out, I grab hold of the sheets, needing to find purchase. I can’t tell if I’m still sleeping or awake because as his head comes back up, I feel like I’ve been dropped into heaven.
“Rhett,” I gasp out, choking on his name as his head bobs and up down my shaft.
One of his hands leaves my hips to cradle my balls. I whimper. Spit dribbles from between Rhett’s lips down my shaft and joins his hand. He removes his free hand from my hip next. The lack of contact is disappointing but it doesn't last. The fingers of his free hand collect the pooling saliva, then slide between my butt cheeks. Rhett coats the ring of muscles of my backdoor before pushing into me with two fingers.
