Page 349 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
Oliver kneels in front of Wren, a mischievous smile on his face. Cupping her cheek, he kisses her slowly, his tongue sliding into her mouth.
“Goddammit,” Elliot groans. “Why you gotta do this to me?”
“You know it’ll be worth it. When you get back, you can fuck Wren however you want, as much as you need. I’ll make sure she’s ready for you.”
Slowly, Oliver pulls away while sucking on Wren’s tongue. Her eyes are closed, and the look of contentment on her face warms my heart. It’s exactly how I feel right now.
When Oliver stands, he licks his lips and grins at me. I’m still trying to catch my breath, barely able to keep the phone pointed at Wren as she stands as well.
“Give me that,” Oliver says, holding out his hand for my phone. “It’s my turn to talk to him.”
I give it to him happily. I need one less thing to focus on for a second.
“Hey,” Elliot says. “How you feeling?”
“Good.” Oliver slides onto a stool and rests his chin on his free hand. “Less nervous than I thought I’d be, honestly.”
Wren and I exchange a relieved glance as I help her up. She slips her arms around my neck, and her eyes soften as she stares up at me. They’re filled with so much affection that I can feel it on my skin. In my heart. So when her lips part and it looks like she’s about to speak, I brush my nose against hers and beat her to it.
“I love you,” I murmur before planting a gentle kiss to her lips.
She was about to say it—she always gets that look in her eyes right before she does. By now, she’s heard it from me hundreds—if not thousands—of times, but I like it when she hears me say it first.
“I love you, too,” Wren whispers back.
I smile, a reaction I once thought was impossible for me after hearing those words. Now, life is so much different. So much better.
My hand slides into hers. “And I’ll never forget it.”
Chapter two
Oliver
“Wren, it’s fine,” I say as she fusses over my tie for the seventh time this evening. “You tied it just as well the last six times.”
“I just want to make sure everything is perfect.” She flattens her palms over my chest, her eyes softening as she takes me in. “This is a big deal for you.”
“And you’ve done everything you can.” I slip an arm around her waist and pull her into me. I don’t feel like I need to have her against me for support, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t nice. “From here on out, it’s up to me.”
We’re standing in my tiny dressing room backstage. I didn’t think I’d get one, but this is probably the nicest theater in Philadelphia—possibly in the whole state. So even though it’s a small dressing room, it’s all mine for the night.
Wren nods, but she’s biting her lip.
“Princess, I think you might be more nervous than I am.”
She makes a flustered sound before fiddling with my tie again.
“Wren.”I take her hands in mine and press light kisses to her knuckles.
“I’m just worried about you,” she confesses. “I don’t want to leave you alone. What if—what if—”
“I’m not alone. You’ll be watching me the whole time.” Leaning forward, I brush my nose against hers. “And I’ll be playing my best for you.”
Rhett glances at his phone. “But that’s only if we let him go, sweetheart. He needs to finish getting ready, and you and I need to get to our seats.”
Wren’s eyes shimmer with hope and a bit of leftover worry. “You’resureyou’ll be okay?”
“I’m sure.”
