Desiring an Angel, page 27
part #1 of Missing Link 3 Series
She moaned and shifted in my hold, her hips rocking as I teased over her lower lips, my fingertip rimming her front hole. “Rhett.”
“Hmm?” I hummed against her ear and nipped at her lobe, probing slightly up into her tight heat.
“C-Can we do it? In here?”
I bit back a grin and nipped her lobe, cupping her warm pussy. “Do what?”
“It’s just…I really want you right now, and if we make a mess, it’ll be easier to clean up, you know?” She rubbed against my palm, her legs widening.
I eyed the lube Ash and I kept in the shower. Still holding her firmly in one hand, I reached between us. “Where do you want me?” I slid the head of my dick between my fingers where I gripped her, brushing over her pussy. “Here?”
“Yes,” she gasped out before I could ask about her ass.
I angled and pushed in with one slow thrust that took Skylar up onto her toes.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned and shuddered, reaching back to grab my neck. “Mary, Jesus, and Joseph.”
I chuckled and plastered against her back, my length in a stranglehold from her tight sheath. “I’ve never been bare inside a woman like this…you’re so wet and warm, Sky.” I pulled out and sank back in, making both of us groan. “Fuck, you feel so damn good. It’s no wonder Ash can’t get enough of you.”
My lips found her neck, and I latched on, sucking and pulling while fucking in and out of her tight clasp with slow, persistent thrusts.
I imagined releasing inside her but knew sperm could live long enough to possibly impregnate her, even though she had her period. The only seed I wanted finding her womb was Ash’s, and as my balls drew up tight, I took measures to finish.
Rolling her left nipple with one thumb, I slid my other hand down her belly to her thickened clit. “Need you to come for me, angel. Want this pussy to make a filthy mess all over my cock.”
“Oh my God.” Skylar gulped and grabbed at my hair. “Why is that so damn hot? Like…seriously…oh fuck, don’t stop.” She writhed against me, whimpering and uttering nonsense as I flicked my fingertips over her clit.
I gritted my teeth to keep from busting a nut. She needed to fucking let go so I could do the same. I pinched both bits of flesh beneath my fingers—and she shot off like a goddamn firecracker.
She shrieked, bucking against me, her pussy like a vise around my dick, pulsing and so goddamn wet.
“Fuck.” I thrust once more and backed out, shoving my dick up along her crack twice before cum erupted from my balls. “Fuuuck…” I held her tight against my chest, nudging and emptying every last drop over her lower back.
We both finally stilled, our pants louder than the shower raining down over us.
A tinge of red swirled through the water draining in front of us, but it didn’t gross me out, and it sure as hell wasn’t anything to be embarrassed about.
Skylar belonged to me. To Ash. Every delicious inch of her.
And I couldn’t wait until my lover returned home so we could both love on her thoroughly in the way she deserved.
44
Skylar
Rhett wrecked me in the best way possible, once more allowing intimacy like we’d shared on the couch all those weeks ago. He kept nothing from me. He also wouldn’t allow me to hide my feelings.
Everything about him felt good because it wasn’t just fucking. It was a sharing of emotion, of souls.
I didn’t argue when he once more washed me between my tender thighs. Didn’t shy away when he hopped from the shower first to get me a towel, determined to dry every inch of my body. Blood stained the towel when he wiped between my thighs, but I didn’t have the energy to be embarrassed.
He retrieved a pad from beneath the sink and gave it to me while kissing my forehead. “I’ll go get you some underwear.”
My heart swooned along with my knees, and I sank onto the toilet, too tired to even think about his lack of being grossed out.
Rhett knelt and slid a dark pair of my underwear up my prickly legs, making no mention of the fact I needed to shave.
I stared at him, unmoving, pad clutched in my hand.
No mask closed him off to me as his eyes met mine. “Okay?” he asked, rubbing his hands over my calf muscles.
“Why aren’t you grossed out?” I blurted and bit the inside of my lip.
“It’s a natural part of life, and you’re going to be sharing in ours, so why hide from it?”
“You’re strange,” I muttered, shaking my head.
Chuckling, he plucked the pad from my hand.
Heat flooded my face. “I’ll do it—” I reached to grab it from him, but he yanked his arm back.
“Someday, you’re going to bear Ashton a child, and I plan on being beside you both every second, every step of the way. I’ve done my homework—I know what happens to a woman’s body after giving birth.”
He peeled open the wrapper, removed the tabs, and stuck the pad onto the inside of my panties stretched between my thighs.
“I’m going to die,” I muttered, hiding my hot face in my hands.
Rhett grabbed my wrists and pulled them down, making me meet his gaze. Warmth filled his dark eyes along with a bit of laughter.
“You’re insufferable,” I stated with a huff, and he leaned in to kiss me soundly on the mouth.
“And you’re delicious.” He grabbed some toilet paper.
“Nuh uh. Nope. No way.” I clamped my knees together and held out my hand. “Give me that.”
He allowed me to wipe myself but didn’t move away from where he knelt in front of me.
I shifted to get up, and he helped me pull up my panties before standing.
We brushed our teeth side by side, him gloriously naked, me in diaper-like stuffed undies. Whatever embarrassment I’d felt earlier had dissolved, and once we crawled into bed and he shoved a thigh between mine to rest against my padded core, I couldn’t find a single care to give.
I closed my eyes, and all thoughts shut down.
Ashton stayed in the hospital for two more nights, and the morning Rhett went to bring him back to us, I took the day off from bagging groceries to clean our home from top to bottom. It was more nervous energy than anything that had me scrubbing the kitchen floor on my hands and knees even though the cleaning ladies were set to arrive on Friday.
I changed our sheets since we’d messed them up the night before. My period had pretty much faded to nothing, and I looked forward to having both men inside me without barriers of any sort.
Rhett had given me plenty of romantic loving in Ashton’s absence, but I couldn’t get enough of his touch, his kisses, his delicious dick.
Just the thought of him finally having my ass again when Ash filled my pussy dampened my panties. I wanted it. Craved it. Knew having them like that would be nothing but pleasure since Rhett had taken down those walls that had kept us from emotionally connecting.
Grinning and giddy, I washed myself into the kitchen corner by the garage door. Laughter snorted from me when I realized what I’d done.
“Moron.” Shaking my head, I considered resting where I sat until the floor dried, but excess energy denied me that idea. I crawled back over the floor, wiping up my knee and hand prints as I went until the dining room’s hardwood lay beneath me. “There.” I dropped the rag and stood, eyeing my work—then the island Rhett had bent me over the morning before, disturbing our coffee.
Not that I’d minded.
My face heated along with the rest of my body, but the doorbell shut down all thoughts of my two favorite men, their dicks, and how well they would satisfy the ache growing inside me.
A quick scurry toward the entryway, and I saw the unwanted visitor through the side windows.
Nora.
“What the…” Scowling, I wrenched open the door. “I’m all done with your negativity, so if you’re here to treat me like trash, you can go suck a duck egg and choke!”
Law laid down, I lifted my chin and glared as she glanced over my shoulder.
“Can I come in?” she asked quietly, her gaze as closed off as Rhett’s old one when she met my eyes.
“Why?”
“Because Mom and Dad didn’t send me this time. I’m not going to try to get you to go home or anything like that.”
“Then what’s the point of driving all the way down here? I know it’s not just for a friendly chat.”
“I came to apologize.”
My mouth dropped open, my mind blank.
“I’ve been a miserable bitch and taking it out on you my entire life,” she rushed the words, sounding so much like my dumpster spew that I blinked back to reality.
I closed my jaw and narrowed my eyes while leaning forward to sniff at her. “Are you drunk?”
She huffed a soft laugh and shook her head. “I finally started to see a therapist, and she told me jealousy and envy would only continue to fester inside me if I didn’t let it go.”
Jealousy. Envy…
“What?” I whispered, my idiot brain not following.
“Can I come in?” Nora questioned again, and I didn’t think, simply stepped back and allowed her entry.
She glanced around the house, a soft, sad smile on her face when she turned to face me where I stood in front of the open door. “Your home is lovely.”
“I share it with two men, and we have unnatural sex,” I reminded her, my chin lifting.
“Do they make you happy?” she surprised me by asking.
“Extremely.”
Nora nodded as though pleased, her focus once more flitting around the kitchen off to her right.
“What do you mean by jealousy and envy?” I asked, needing to get to the bottom of her visit because I was clueless. She must be drunk. Or maybe she’d smoked some pot. I hoped she hadn’t driven…
My sister clutched her purse in front of her pencil skirt like armor. “All our life, I had to compete with you.”
I snorted a bark of laughter, wondering which twilight zone I’d meandered into without meaning to.
“I’m serious, Skylar,” she insisted, her green eyes imploring me to believe her. “You were always so carefree, untouched by expectations placed on us by Mom and Dad. You didn’t care about how they drove us toward perfection—you did your own thing. You chose the way your dreams took you every single day while I fought tooth and nail to gain our parents’ approval.”
I stared, dumbstruck.
Nora reached out and pressed up on my once more unhinged jaw.
“Wh…what are you t-talking about?” I sputtered. “I-I simply gave up because I couldn’t compare to you!”
Sadness filled her eyes as she once more clutched her purse. “Do you have any idea what I would have given to be allowed a moment to live in the clouds? How many nights I cried myself to sleep because I couldn’t bear the thought of letting Mom and Dad down? Yes, I’ve been gifted an amazing mind, but the expectations that come with it…” Nora shook her head and swiped at the tear trickling down her cheek. “I have no freedom,” she whispered, breaking my heart. “I’m stuck in a world of my own making with no way to escape.”
I wanted to apologize although I had no reason to do so—nor did I understand why. She’d chosen her path, same as I’d done mine, but courses could always change.
Anyone could fly free if they truly wanted to.
“Switch jobs,” I blurted the first thought to come to mind.
“Huh?” She blinked.
“If you’re miserable working for NASA and under too much pressure, quit. Find something you love, whatever you dreamed about as a kid.”
“I-It’s not that easy.”
I shrugged. “For someone like you, it definitely is. Give your two weeks’ notice. You have enough money in your savings account to travel the world and live a little. Ride the tallest roller coasters. Stand on the shores of every ocean. Visit the Eiffel Tower and that leaning one in Italy. See the pyramids. Take a camel ride. Oh! A gondola through that other Italian city. Kangaroos! You’ve always loved those bouncy little creatures.”
Nora snickered. “They’re hardly little, Skylar.”
I shrugged, grinning from the bubbliness inside me. “I wouldn’t know, but how about you head down under and take a few selfies so I have something to compare them to? Because I’ll probably never get there—and you can have all the freedom in the world. No lovers, no spouse, no responsibilities but finding your happy.”
Nora dropped her purse and threw herself into my arms, causing me to stumble back a step. Sniffles sounded in my ears, and I hugged her for the first time since we were around four years of age and still shared a bed.
My throat swelled shut, and tears stung my eyes as a sense of coming home I hadn’t realized I’d missed so damn much, flooded through me.
“I’ve been so jealous for so long, pitying myself…I’m so sorry,” Nora whispered, hugging me tight.
“I forgive you,” I stated simply since there were no other words she needed to hear.
And it was my truth.
She eventually pulled away, her green eyes bright from the tears. “Is Ashton home? I owe him an apology too.”
I blew out a huge breath. “He’s not right now… it’s a long story. Do you have time to sit for a spell? I have some homemade bread. Gram’s recipe. I even whipped up some coconut muffins of a sort. Can’t promise they’ll be any good. Oh, and coffee! We’ve got lots of coffee.”
“Oh my God, yesss,” she hissed, sounding so much like me that I burst into laughter.
“I missed you, Nora Jane.”
She grabbed my hand. “I’ve missed you too, Skylar Anne.”
“Come on.” I finally pushed the front door shut and tugged her toward the kitchen, thankful to see the floor had dried while we’d blubbered about like little kids. “Let me tell you all about my life the past couple of months.”
“I’m not sure I want to hear all the details…”
I snickered. Nora wasn’t one for sex, so I took pity on her and edited out the juicer bits that would curl her lips down in a grimace. Sharing those parts would have definitely turned me on and made me more anxious for my men to return home.
45
Ashton
I felt far from invigorated but ten times better than I had in weeks as Rhett drove us away from the hospital. The process of being discharged had taken hours, and the lunch Skylar had planned for us at home would end up being an early dinner, but I didn’t care.
I still had a few days left of oral antibiotics but no more drugs since the pain had faded from my upper abdomen. The lump on my head had gone down, and I’d been given the green light to finish resting up at home with plans to follow up with my PCP.
A few things in my life needed to change though—no more wine, unfortunately, but I could live without it. Red meat, all things deep-fried, and pastries were also off the list, but Skylar had been over the moon the day before while visiting, sharing dozens of recipes she planned on making. Her excitement and commitment to help eased the sting of losing out on some of my favorite foods and flooded my heart with love.
The doctor assured me that eventually I would feel healthy enough to splurge on occasion, but having suffered through the previous couple of weeks, I had zero wish to put anything inside my mouth that might make me sick again.
“So how are you feeling?” Rhett asked while reaching over to hold my hand atop my thigh.
“Tired. Happy. Relieved. You?”
Rhett didn’t answer right away, and I gave him time to sift through his thoughts. He’d been nothing but candid since my accident, telling me all about his breakdown, his and Sky’s talk to clear the air, and everything he and Skylar had been up to while alone in our house.
The pictures he painted in my head while Sky sat on the other side of my bed, red as a beet, had turned me on. At least pancreatitis hadn’t gotten the best of my dick.
The lack of walls between them while gazing at one another was what did it for me the most though. The openness, the vulnerability in Rhett, the desire for him to fall for Sky as I’d done…it was everything I’d hoped for.
Even if we never had children of our own, I would be happy they’d found something just as special as she and I had.
“Is it wrong for a part of me to grieve over what we used to have even though I’m looking forward to our future together with Skylar?” he finally asked, his focus on the road ahead of us.
I squeezed Rhett’s hand, knowing exactly what he spoke about. “I’m sure there will be moments when I miss having you all to myself too, but Sky wouldn’t ever deny us if we wanted to leave town together for a few days.”
“I don’t think I would be so thrilled about the two of you going off without me,” he admitted with that new candor I expected would catch me off guard for weeks to come.
“Because you’re a possessive asshole who likes to be in control.” I gave him the God’s honest truth.
“And you love me,” he shot back with complete confidence.
I lifted our clasped hands and kissed the back of his. “Without question or condition.”
“It’s the same with me.” Rhett glanced over at me briefly before giving his attention to the road, and the rawness of his gaze stole my breath. “And my feelings have grown for Skylar. She’s not what I thought I wanted—wasn’t what I expected to share in our life.”
“You needed her.”
“Need,” he corrected me. “She shows me how to live to the fullest extent every day, even in the small, mundane things. There’s no hiding, no way for my trained brain to stifle emotions around her. She draws them out of me so damn easily—and strangely, I want to give them to her.”
“Are you in love with her?” I asked, imagining my fingers crossing.
He let out a slow exhale, his cheeks puffing slightly. “Well on my way, yes.”
Lightness rose inside my chest—more than happiness, more than hope. “I’m already there,” I admitted.
