Desiring an Angel, page 20
part #1 of Missing Link 3 Series
“I’m falling in love with you, Sky,” I whispered, needing her to know one truth of my existence.
She hugged me tight, her eyes growing misty. “I feel the same.”
“We just need to get Rhett in on this love fest,” I said and kissed her.
“Mmm,” she hummed her agreement against my mouth.
I rolled to my back, taking her along with me, settling her atop my aching body.
She straddled my waist, our mouths breaking apart as we stared at one another, both of us breathless.
“I’m all in, Sky,” I murmured, smoothing her hair away from her face and cradling her cheeks in my hands. “I want this for a long as possible. Us.”
“Me too,” she whispered, her eyes welling.
“Can we have you tonight—nothing between us?” I asked, my heart thrumming. “I-I know it’s a lot to ask, but we aren’t promised tomorrow, and I really…well.” I swallowed hard. “Rhett and I get tested regularly, and we always wear condoms when we invite someone into our bed.”
“I haven’t been with anyone except for the two of you in years—and my last doctor recommended testing too since my ex was a cheating asshole.”
“So you’re okay going bare?” I asked and held my breath.
“Yes. I know this has all happened really quickly, and my family would call me a fool for making decisions like this, but I want a future with you and Rhett. Children. Lots of them. And if that happens sooner than later, I won’t complain.”
“So you aren’t on birth control?”
Lower lip catching between her teeth, she shook her head.
My throat clogged up, and I pulled her down for a tender kiss. The sense of rightness welled inside my soul, flooding me with the same emotions I felt for Rhett—and yet slightly different in its bonding strength.
The softness of her mouth, the sweetness of her breath, how she pressed her body against mine with a sigh rushed contentment through me. A longing so damn deep I couldn’t fathom its depths welled up inside me, capturing my full focus.
Her tongue stirred my blood, and her fingers in my hair and small moans thickened my dick.
Fate had gifted us the perfect angel, and it was time for Rhett to open his heart and see the truth.
The shower’s water turned off, and I forced myself to pull away from Sky regardless of my anxiousness to push inside her and fill her with my seed. I encouraged her to sit, her slick folds rubbing against the back of my hardened length.
“Let him see how gorgeous you are, sunshine.” I palmed her breasts and rolled her tight nipples between my fingers until her head tipped back on a whimper.
I felt Rhett’s presence before I saw him in my periphery.
He watched for a few moments as I drove Skylar to squirming on my lap, her hands restless on my abs.
So responsive and expressive…
Every slide of her soaked pussy over my cock shot an ache through my balls. They firmed up, and I hissed. “Rhett.”
He finally approached, and I gave him my attention as he drew closer. Dark, wet hair mussed from a quick drying of the towel, he stood naked and gorgeous, his dick half-hard.
Our gazes met and held, and I hoped he could see my thankfulness for agreeing to share her in the way fate had intended.
His eyes weren’t hard or closed off. I didn’t get a sense of jealousy.
His attention flitted over Skylar, but she kept her focus on me, going still at his presence.
I ran my hands up her thighs, thumbs caressing her hip bones. “Okay?”
She nodded—but didn’t speak.
Rhett pulled open the bedside table drawer and grabbed the bottle of lube. “You’re alright with us not using condoms, Skylar?” he asked, his tone as tense as her body.
“Yes.” Skylar turned toward him, fire in her eyes. “Whether you want it or not, I’m going to thoroughly bask in the love of this generous man who dreams of nothing but happiness for all three of us.” Her voice shook, but she tilted her chin up slightly as though expecting Rhett would argue. “How about you let go of your goddamn stubbornness for once and simply choose to enjoy life outside your comfort zone?”
Her words hit me like a punch—but warmth rose inside me. Fuck, did I love her fire, how she called him out and pushed him to grow.
Sky shifted forward, tipped her hips, and took me into her body with one hot, clenching slide.
“Ah, fuck.” I gritted my teeth and flexed my ass, gaining another inch inside her tight sheath as she settled fully atop me.
“You know you want my ass,” Skylar told Rhett, the heat still in her voice. “How about you find the strength to stop denying we could be something beautiful?”
She didn’t wait for an answer or for him to make a move. Sky grabbed hold of my hair and took my mouth in a possessive kiss full of longing and lust.
Her pussy walls squeezed around me, tight and wet, sending my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Fucking perfection. Every gyration of her hips glided hot silk over my length and caused tingles to race through my balls.
I grabbed her ass cheeks and kneaded, pulling them apart, trying like fuck to get Rhett where he needed to be before I busted prematurely.
The bed dipped near my knees, and I straightened my legs fully for him to straddle my thighs.
“Anyone ever have your ass before, Skylar?” The rasp in his voice suggested arousal, but a hard thread of resolve lay beneath.
He was doing this for me—not her or because of the words she’d challenged him with.
“No,” she whispered, her forehead tipping against mine as though some of the fight had left her.
Rhett clasped her hip and stilled her movements atop me.
She released a low moan, and I imagined him lubing her hole with a gentle circular motion.
“Relax,” he murmured.
Sky gasped and tensed around me.
I soothed my hands along her spine, my balls still throbbing, dick wanting to plunder. “Bear down when he presses in—trust me, angel.”
She exhaled slowly and nodded.
Rhett’s finger moved along my length through the thin membrane of her inner flesh.
“Christ, Rhett.” I gritted my teeth as he stroked deeper, caressing us both.
“Oh...” Sky grimaced.
I took her mouth, hoping to distract her from the stretching burn I knew all too well. She slowly relaxed against me, her fingers once more tightening in my hair.
Rhett added a second finger.
“Ow, ow, ow,” Sky chanted, her forehead deeply dented in a frown as her back arched slightly.
“Shh.” I attempted to soothe her since Rhett kept silent. “Come here again,” I whispered and tugged her face down to mine. I kissed her again, desperate to offer her something else to focus on while Rhett readied her body for him.
Thank fuck she held still or I would have blown my load before Rhett even breached her ring.
Coming was inevitable—and when I did, I laser focused on accomplishing at least one of my goals.
Surely fate had led us together. I could trust her for the rest.
Sky would give me a child, and even if I didn’t live to see my son, she would be there to hold him.
And Rhett too.
32
Skylar
Initial double penetration was not what I’d expected.
Those smutty romance novels were lies wrapped up in rainbows and heart-shaped clouds of stark, painful reality.
It felt like Rhett had shoved his fist up my backside even though it was only three of his fingers. His dick, I knew, would stretch me beyond even those.
Ashton licked into my mouth, trying to distract me, but I couldn’t take my focus off the man behind me—or the memory of his walking out on me mid-conversation in the kitchen as I’d poured my heart out to him.
Zero damn regard or sense of human decency lay inside his heart in that moment, and I felt like a waste of his time.
Had it not been for my connection with Ashton, for the bond that had settled into place between us, I’d have packed up my shit and left.
Lived on the streets.
Escaped Rhett’s negativity, the way he made me feel worthless and unwanted, same as my sister always had…
No—I wouldn’t have. Bitterness and self-preservation had insisted on those courses of actions I’d ended up dismissing.
Rhett had feelings for me outside of annoyance—I’d seen it in his eyes that night he’d taken me on the couch. Regardless of what he might think, our coming together had been more than mere fucking.
We’d shared on an intimate level in that moment, something achingly sweet and precious.
It had to be fear that kept his emotions bottled up.
I’d finally found the strength to call him out, but he still seemed…distant even though his fingers pumped deep into my ass in the most intimate experience of my life.
I breathed easier, finally relaxing enough that the burn eased.
He pulled out and spread my cheeks, and I’d never felt so damn naked and vulnerable in my life. My pulse thrummed from more than arousal for the sweet man beneath me and the hope we might create something beautiful just like I’d told Rhett.
Ash peered up at me with his expressive hazel eyes, capturing yet another piece of my soul with the happiness shining in their depths.
His dimple popped, and I swooned, going full-on boneless atop him. “That’s my sweet girl,” he whispered.
Something much larger than fingers pressed against my hole, but I focused on the love in Ashton’s gaze, the acceptance and adoration clearly written on his face.
Love you—
The thought ripped from my head as Rhett pushed against my barrier, and I hissed, fighting to keep myself relaxed.
“Bear down, Sky,” Ash murmured, and I did as told, the sudden need to pant tensing my body.
Rhett invaded my body, and I automatically clenched around his girth, the flare of pain catching my breath.
Too big…t-too much…
“Fuck,” he cursed with a low groan, his hands grasping my waist in a bruising grip.
Ashton moaned and shifted, his length throbbing inside me, giving me something to focus on other than the massive intrusion up my backside.
Rhett pushed in deeper, splitting my body in two.
“Oh…fuck.” I swallowed hard, trembling at the feeling of being stuffed beyond healthy even though he couldn’t have even been halfway inside my ass. “Too much—too fucking much,” I whined, unable to keep from squirming.
Out—he needed to pull back and go away.
“Fuck,” I muttered again, the desire to flee making me restless. Antsy. Desperate.
They both stilled inside me, but Ash began rubbing his hands over my skin. My back, my hair, my sides, my thighs clamped tightly around his waist, holding onto his grounding of my thoughts.
Shushing noises filled my ears, and I panted, eyes clenched tight, trying to just relax and let Rhett in.
Teeth gritted, I hardened my resolve to have this with both men. “Do it.”
Rhett backed off, easing the ache in my ass but slid inside once more.
Less pain, I noted, but I still couldn’t relax at the intrusion.
Ashton moved beneath me, pulling out—which allowed Rhett to sink deeper.
Zings of actual pleasure radiated through my entire core at the slick glide through my ass. “Oh…wow. Um…okay. It’s not too bad. Not delicious though. Definitely not that.”
Ashton chuckled and pushed in as Rhett retreated.
Jimmy Cricket. I groaned and went boneless again as every nerve ending inside my pussy and ass lit up regardless of the continuing stinging stretch.
“Yes,” Ashton moaned as they synchronized another slow thrust in and out of my body.
I lay my cheek on his chest, giving over to the fantasy of a lifetime coming true as they took turns pumping into me. Two hard cocks, four grasping hands. Gasps and groans filling my ears as all three of us let go of walls and hurtful words and just felt.
I allowed myself to take pleasure in Rhett even if he didn’t want me in the way I couldn’t help from feeling for him. Yes, his dismissal had hurt and so did his thrusting length, but I still longed to break through the barriers he’d erected between us.
“I’m so close, Rhett.” Ashton’s rasped words brought me back to the fact no latex existed between us.
He was going to release inside me.
Maybe make our dreams come true about creating a child.
Rhett’s hand reached between me and Ashton, his fingers finding my clit as he buried deep and held still.
My throat went tight as hope sprang to life in my chest.
He wanted to give me pleasure—
Ashton punched upward with his hips, the head of his dick bumping against my cervix. “Oh!” I gasped and bit my lip.
“Come around his cock, Sky,” Rhett commanded, playing me like a fine-tuned fiddle with his fingertips over my throbbing nub.
My climax didn’t well up and wash over me like usual.
Inner walls clamping around them both like a vise, I shot toward the stratosphere like a rocket, shrieking and babbling nonsensical things. Words. Curses. Ashton’s name—Rhett’s—while arching toward the ceiling, shuddering with every pulse of euphoria zapping through my body.
I flew like Annie Kelly’s characters did, but Ashton yanking me down to claim my mouth brought me back to earth.
Ashton erupted deep inside my pussy, and I squeezed his throbbing cock tight, trying to pull him in deeper, wanting to hold every drop he offered inside my body.
Rhett let out a harsh grunt and backed out of my ass so quickly, I cried out over the discomfort.
Hot cum shot over my back, spurts of sticky wetness marking me.
But I knew in the deepest parts of me that he didn’t see his cum on my skin as a claiming. He might have given pleasure, but I would never measure up to the woman he’d envisioned for the two of them.
Someone as polished as him and Ashton, who would bring value to their lives. Perhaps rich, but definitely stable. Mature. Not so…flighty or foolish.
Tears slid over my cheeks, soaking Ashton’s chest where I rested, wrung out, backside aching more than I’d expected and far from comfortable physically and emotionally.
Ash’s hands glided up and down my back again, but the pain in my heart wouldn’t be soothed.
Rhett left us for the bathroom, and I managed to draw an easier breath in his absence.
“Did we hurt you?” Ashton asked, his breath hot against my hair.
I took stock of my backside, squeezing enough that Ashton groaned. His dick still lodged inside me like a plug for his cum, and I was determined to hold him there as long as possible.
“I’m fine,” I whispered the half-truth—even if my mind wasn’t.
We had crossed serious boundaries, and I should have been drowning in a glorious river of sweet deliciousness.
But I felt as though I’d been dragged across jagged rocks.
Ashton tightened his hold on me, shifting his knees upward to plant his feet on the bed and keep his softening length from slipping free from my body.
A heavy sigh shuddered him beneath me.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he murmured and kissed my hair. “I’m just dreaming about babies and happily ever afters.”
His whispered words made me lift my head so I could see his face.
There was no more falling.
I was in love with Ashton Blackwood—fully and thoroughly. My eyes welled.
His responded in kind.
“Hi,” I whispered, smiling as a fresh tear slid down my cheek.
“Hi back.” His dimple popped, and I pressed my lips to his, hoping what I felt for him would be enough for the unclear future ahead of us.
33
Rhett
There was no denying Skylar had a sweet ass.
But she hated having my dick shoved up there. It had taken quite a bit of patient stretching, but she still resisted the hell out of my cock regardless of the bottle of lube I’d emptied in her and over my length.
Breaking in a virgin hole while another dick fucked her pussy hadn’t been the smartest thing Ashton and I had done, but it was what he’d asked for.
And what my love hoped for I would move the world to make happen.
If only I could lower my defenses toward the woman he’d fallen in love with.
Yes, he’d addressed me while we’d fucked her senseless between us, but his eyes had stayed on her face.
That love, that passion, I soaked in when pleasuring him shone clearly in his eyes as he’d gazed at her.
The balance I’d thought we’d found once more shifted around us. Her words had shaken my resolve—made me feel weak as fuck, but I couldn’t. Let. Go. The walls I’d hidden behind my entire life had grown too thick, too dominating to crumble beneath a woman simply calling me out on my bullshit.
Two weeks passed, and every goddamn night, Ashton stuck his dick inside her pussy without a condom, loving on her until he filled her full of his spunk.
I refused to do the same.
Yes, I took her ass when not requesting to just watch them and tear apart my insides, but it wasn’t her hole I lusted for.
I wanted Ash. His kisses. His affection.
But like a light switched on, he’d become overly focused on his quest to impregnate Skylar. I’d never seen him so driven and unwavering. As though a ticking clock and desperation had taken control of his mind, he didn’t talk about anything else. Refused to, shutting me down anytime I approached a conversation outside work or unimportant details of life.
Perhaps once he succeeded, his relentless pursuit of pussy would abate, and he would emotionally return to me.
That was my hope, the thing I clung to as every day passed and the distance between us grew.
If only I knew how to express what his actions did to me…
The ache in my chest while waiting for balance to return went beyond anything I’d experienced. The memory of begging him to never leave me in the early morning hours after my mother’s death shredded my thoughts.
