I cum and I cum.
By the time I’m done, I’m trembling with exhaustion and I’m woefully overstimulated. I’m panting hard, but with each breath, I feel like I’m not getting enough air into my lungs. I slump forward, grateful that Rhett made sure the axe was secure in the tree as it now holds all of my weight.
“Up,” Rhett orders Blair as he yanks on her hair. His other hand comes up and yanks the bandana off of his face. It flutters away, forgotten before it even hits the ground.
Blair gets to her feet, stumbling as she tries to straighten. Barely steady, Rhett yanks her into his chest and demands between his teeth in a growl, “Feed me, Blair.”
He doesn’t wait. Rhett bends down and claims her mouth with his. A hard shiver rushes through both of them as Rhett deepens the kiss. The grip on her hair loosens as the other wraps around her waist. Rhett pulls Blair closer and she melts against him as they kiss passionately.
My exhausted dick twitches as it tries to come back to life, but I’m spent. Still, I watch. My racing heart swells again. These two have been skirting around each other since Blair arrived. But as Rhett breaks the kiss and they both straighten, I have a feeling that time is over.
And the time for three-ways is about to be upon us.
“Delicious,” he murmurs as he peers into her eyes.
Blair smiles, but it’s a subdued one as if she’s not quite sure how to take all of this.
With a shaky breath, Rhett steps away from her and turns to give me his attention. With a real smile, he praises me.
“Good boy, Santi.”
Chapter 36
Rhett
Disposing of the body is quick work.
Santi and I have done this so many times, it’s become a routine. Having Blair there just speeds it up. There’s not much conversation between us. When there is, it’s mostly between Santi and Blair, who tease or flirt with one another. Occasionally, Santi will try to rope me into it, and I’ll try to entertain it, but I’m spent. My social battery is empty.
Which is weird because I didn’t know I had a social battery.
I can feel it now, though. I’m mentally spent from conversing with the other Gnarly Pines mechanics all day, then doing this tonight. I haven’t been this engaged in a long time. It’s clear that this mental fatigue is due to the lack of emotional endurance.
I brought this upon myself. For years, I’ve closed myself off to the world. Now that I’m attempting to step back into it, I’m finding that I’ve handicapped myself. It’s going to take time to become like the brother Abby knew. That guy’s gone, as dead as she is, but I don’t have to be a miserable person either.
So, these past few days, I’ve been stepping out of my comfort zone.
The employees I oversee seem wary as I attempt to make small talk, but they’ve been open to it. Taking Santi out for dinner the night after being wrapped in Blair’s arms had been hard, but not in the same way. Seeing how good we could be without the wall I’ve created between us made clear how much I’ve sacrificed for my own misery. I’ve treated Santi terribly for years. Yet, when I kissed him in the shadows of Janet’s Janky Jukebox parking lot—he kissed me back with everything that he had. Santi doesn’t begrudge me, and I’m both relieved and ashamed.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I’d promised him as we headed to the car.
Tonight was my way of doing that.
My eyes land on Santi and Blair ahead of me as we round the cabin to the side where our truck is parked. His arm is draped over her shoulders and he’s looking down at her while she looks up at him. They’re beaming at one another. She’s still covered in blood, and he has a smear of it here and there making them look ridiculous. Yet, that doesn’t seem to bother either of them as they chat away.
Santi adores Blair. He’s never hidden it—not even from her. I want him to have the world. I know if I tried to claim him for my own, he’d be unhappy. Because of my neglect and selfishness, half his heart went and found Blair—the person he could love and who could return his feelings.
So, now I have to share.
The thing is, I don’t mind.
Ever since that night we spent together after she saved me, I can feel her inside of me. It’s a strange sensation that I’m still getting used to. It’s like she’s the thread that’s stitched up parts of my tattered soul. I know, once it’s healed—if it ever heals—those stitches won’t dissolve. Blair’s a part of me now in a way I can’t fully explain. What’s startling is that her presence is settling in me in a way I can easily get used to. Crave, almost.
I try not to think too hard about the kiss Blair and I shared in the woods. It didn’t mean anything to either of us. It was a means to an end, and that end was devouring Santi’s cum. Yet my lips still tingle where hers touched mine, and the warmth it inspired beneath my skin has yet to dissipate.
I want to do it again.
And again.
