“That’s not true,” I object. “I prefer a gentle breeze.”
Rhett and Blair laugh. Hers is cut short as she realizes what she’s hearing. I grin as she stares openly and in awe at the man next to her. It's rare to ever hear Rhett’s rough rumblinglaughter but when he finally releases it, the sound is toe-curling and hypnotizing. I like to think it is what a pleased bear would sound like after finding a beehive full of honey.
Before Blair can gather her wits about her, Rhett suddenly moves lightning fast. He raises Blair’s axe, still in his hands, and swings it over his head. My heart stops for a fraction of a second as I see what he’s about to do. I yelp in surprise and squeeze my eyes shut but I don’t move. He never told me to, and until he does, I won’t.
Even if that means he splits me in two.
The axe’s blade hits the tree a few feet over my head. Bark splits off the trunk and rains down on me. I crack open one eye. Rhett is braced over me, both hands on the axe handle. He tenses, not moving an inch. In fact, he looks a bit… anxious.
“What—” I start but stop when I see her.
Blair has her gun out and the end of the barrel is pressed to the back of Rhett’s head. All signs of play and curiosity gone. In their place is a mask, void of any emotions. Her eyes are black and empty. Despite the fact she’s breathing hard, Blair’s arm doesn’t waver.
“Blair,” Rhett starts, speaking slowly and evenly. “Put the gun away. I wasn’t going to kill him.”
Seeing Blair go all hitwoman for me andnotphysically reacting is an impossible ask. My cock twitches and I can feel my boxers growing wet with precum.
“Were you just about to blow Rhett’s head off for me,cariño?” I ask her, then fall into a fit of delighted laughter. “Damn, that’s so fucking hot.”
“Santi,” Rhett hisses in warning.
His eyes are glittering with something. It’s not quite anger but he’s not finding this nearly as enjoyable as I am.
Blair holds Rhett at gunpoint for two or three seconds longer before she holsters the gun back on her hip. Rhett whirls aroundthe minute the gun is gone and he steps forward, getting into her face. I try to move but can’t. Looking up, I find that Rhett’s placed the axe just under my bound wrists, keeping my arms up over my head.
“Rhett—” I start, worried this is about to go to shit quick.
Rather than yell, as I expect, in a low voice Rhett grumbles, “Santi can be a brat and I want to strangle him sometimes, but I wouldn’t hurt him.”
“Unless I asked and then hetotallywould,” I pipe up with a grin.
A small smile returns to Blair’s face as she nods. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be,” Rhett says. “I appreciate you looking after him.”
There’s something in the way he says those words that softens Blair’s smile. It’s almost like he’s not just talking about me. There’s a short pause where the two of them just stare and I wonder if this is it. Are they seeing the bigger picture? Are they seeing the three of us together rather than this being two separate relationships?
I know it’s supposed to be a tense moment but fuck, I wish they would just kiss already. I’d cum at the sight of that and not feel bad about the loss of control. I groan loudly with frustration.
The sound breaks the moment between the two of them.
Blair looks away first but asks, “Alright, Santi is tied up and trapped. Now what?”
“It’s your turn,” he says at once. “Face away from me and put your hands behind your back.”
At this command, Blair doesn’t hesitate. She turns and puts her hands together for him. Rhett pulls out more rope from his back pocket and binds Blair’s wrists.
“You’re obedient,” Rhett notes this as if he expected otherwise.
Blair shoots him, and me, a coy smile over her shoulder. “Sometimes.”
Rhett shakes his head with a soft snort. He finishes tying her wrists then guides her over to me. When she’s standing directly in front of me, he points to the ground.
“On your knees.”
Blair shoots me a look that tells me that she’s only doing thisfor me. I grin back knowing that one day, she’ll be doing it for the both of us. Rhett nods his approval as she sinks to one knee, then the other. Blair stares up at us. Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip. Rhett sucks in a sharp breath. Is he appreciating the view just as much as I am? I hope so. Seeing this beautiful, powerful woman on her knees is a head rush.
“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath. Tired of waiting, I beg loudly, “Please, Rhett. Let’s get this show on the road.”
