Chapter 35
Santiago
My heart swells three times its normal size as Rhett and Blair stare at one another. They don’t know it yet, but they’re perfect for one another. Once they realize that, the three of us are going to have the best life ever.
If Rhett feels any which way about Blair’s obvious, almost suspicious, hesitation he says nothing about it. Instead, creases form around his eyes, letting me know he’s smiling beneath that bandana.
God I wish I could see it.
Rhett reaches behind him and pulls out rope from his back pocket. He tosses it to Blair who catches it. He nods his head toward me.
“Tie his wrists up,” he orders.
I groan as my cock grows stiff. I let go of Blair’s wrist so I can put both of mine together. I wiggle my brows at her and she giggles.
“You’re going to love this,” I promise her as she does as she’s told.
Her eyes dance with amusement but she says nothing as she binds my wrists. What’s she thinking? Can she feel the tension pulling us all together? My eyes dip to her full lips.
As if she can sense what I want, her smile turns coy.
Fuck, she’s so stunning. When I stare at her too long, sometimes it feels like the world beneath my feet isn’t real. My gut feels like it’s plummeting and my heart races too fast. Like with Rhett, my palms get sweaty and I feel like I’m drowning but in a thrilling, non-life-threatening way.
A hard tremor rushes through me as the shine in her eyes speaks of her excitement and faith in me. She might not completely trust Rhett, but me? There’s no wavering. Her beautiful, brown eyes glitter with unbridled passion and all I can think about is how I want to be consumed by it.
Beside us, Rhett yanks Blair’s axe out of the dead man with a hard grunt.
“Damn, you really stuck him with this,” Rhett grunts.
Blair shoots him a glare. “Iknow. Like I said, it was a killing blow. Maybe it was a slow kill but a kill, nonetheless.”
“Hey,” he growls, pointing the bloody blade of her axe at Blair. “I don’t want to hear your bitchin’ about losing anymore.”
“Yes,sir.” Blair rolls her eyes but ends up smiling. “Now where do you want your Santi?”
Her words punch the air from my lungs. The idea that Rhett owns me gets me so fucking hard that a wave of lightheadedness washes over me. I’ve wanted Rhett’s heart since I’ve known him. He’s had mine since the beginning.
“My Santi?” Rhett repeats, sounding as breathless as I feel. He nods slowly, seemingly coming around to the idea. “Yeah, he ismySanti.”
I could combust with how overjoyed I feel at the acceptance. I’mfinallygetting what I want. Who says wearing someone down doesn’t work?
Rhett places a hand in the middle of my chest and shoves me until my back hits a tree. I stop; he doesn’t. He grips the front of my overalls, as if to yank me closer but it’s him that takes the last step—closing the distance between us. Our chests hit one another. Rhett dips his head and his bloody bandana presses against my lips. I kiss him back just as passionately. This close I can feel his erection, thick and hard, rub up against me. I’m sure he can feel mine. A whimper escapes past my lips—a simple sound of need that invokes a growl from Rhett.
He jerks himself away from me with a long step backward.
“Hands up, slut. You lost, so you don’t get what you want. Not right away,” he snarls.
Without hesitation, I lift my bound wrists up and pin them above me to the tree.
“Make this quick, okay?” I tell him breathlessly. “Fuck, I’m already ready to bust.”
Blair laughs lightly. “Already, Santi?”
She has no idea how much I adore the man in front of me. Nor does she realize that I find myself just as wrapped up in her. I’ve gotten off many nights without evening touching myself as I fantasized about the two of them touching me. Sometimes, it even happens at work when my daydreams get the best of me. I’ll cum so much in my pants that I really should scurry off to the bathroom to clean up. But I don’t. When it happens, I accept it and go about my day. I like how filthy these two can get me.
“This filthy whore issensitive,” Rhett explains. “A stiff breeze can cause him to cum.”
I snort my amusement and push my hips forward for them to see the bulge pressing against the front of my overalls.
