Page 86 of Van Cort
It was the first time they’d done anything like this. Everything was usually separate.
They watched, yes, but they never touched while the other one was involved.
West slowed his hips instantly and pulled out, unsure what this was but too invested to care. It took Rhett no time to bury himself inside her, from behind this time. Her hands rested on the tree, and her ass stayed up and was held tightly in his hands. West moved sideways to watch, silently padding so he didn’t stomp. He saw her fingers whitening and then relaxing, as if she was trying to find another orgasm. He couldn’t help but kiss her while she did, but he stayed away from the lightness he’d usually deliver, and he drove his tongue into her and sucked at hers.
His hands found her breasts, and he squeezed every time Rhett pushed inside her.
“Yes,” she murmured, panting. “More. Yes. More. I can’t…”
Rhett changed angle and pounded into her, this time rubbing the pad of his fingers over her clit. He tipped her upwards until she was nearly standing tall, and leaned the side of her head onto the tree. West still kissed her. He kissed her until she came, and he felt that shiver roll through her, but then he wanted to get back inside her, or make her suck him off. He was desperate and had never felt so fucking needy in his life.
He broke from kissing her and looked at Rhett, pleading silently. Rhett took the back of her hair in his hand and pushed her downwards again. It was messy, and for a moment Lara froze as Rhett pulled out and West tried to get in without her knowing the difference. It didn’t matter. The feeling of being inside her again was glorious, and he looked at the sky as Rhett took his place to kiss her. He wanted to groan and call her a good girl, and he wanted to moan so fucking much, but noise gave the game away. So instead, he stayed silent, even when he came on her back.
Backing off a step or two, he looked at her in the dark as he panted out his orgasm. The firelight crackled over her skin, causing a red hue over them all. It was a picture-perfect moment for West, and he seared it into his memory. They were all naked - all free.
Rhett grabbed her to him and rubbed himself off on her leg, just as silently. It went everywhere, as did his hands. They roamed all over her body, taking his cum with them and smearing it into her skin. West watched as he pinched her nipples and rubbed cum into them, and then watched as he pushed his cum covered hands up to her neck and swiped his fingers through her mouth. She was a fucking goddess in West’s eyes - everything. So trusting. And so full of joy and happiness in the middle of their strange world.
“Rhett,” she murmured.
She knew. Of course she knew.
West smiled to himself as she moaned and sucked at Rhett’s fingers. She even giggled as he whispered something to her.
“Yes, I did,” she said. “I liked it.”
For once, Rhett smiled too.
She was everything to them. They both knew it. She was the third part of a pair, and as long as they stayed together,everything would always be this faultless. No jealousy. No pain. Just trust and love and the rest of their lives.
West wasn’t resentful of a damn thing they did, or jealous, and he didn’t care that she worked out who was who in the end. Maybe it was right that she knew them both so well. Yes, he could have done what Rhett did. He could have pushed her more or become more perverse with his thoughts. But in those final moments before he came, he was himself again. He didn’t want to smear her with come like Rhett did, and he didn’t want to cause her pain either. He loved her. He supposed Rhett did too. But their versions of love clearly meant different things for them.
Moving back to her, he started to release the knots around her wrists.
She smiled and turned in his direction. “West.”
They kissed as Rhett walked away, and West’s fingers kept releasing the now-tight knots. Part of him wanted to talk about the differences she felt and find out how she knew who was who, but by the time she was free he was more bothered about getting her warm first.
He picked her up, took the blindfold off, and walked back to the fire. Rhett was tossing more wood at it, opening up the embers to create more heat for her. Even then, without speaking, they wanted the same thing for her. Maybe they went about it in different ways, but she got every inch of goodness from them, despite the horrors their father inflicted and their life being full of rules and isolation. Anything they had left was for her.
It would always be for her.
CHAPTER TWENTY - NINE
EVERETT
She’s showering by the time I finish up some emails and return to the bedroom. I listen to the sound of the water running and consider joining her. It’s a personal space for me, private. It always has been ever since those days when bruises littered my body and bones cracked a little sometimes. And although this is the closest I’ve felt to a woman, perhaps ever, I push the thought of enjoying a shower with her aside and choose to run my fingers over her discarded clothes instead.
I watched her in the woods for a while as she ran. West went wherever West went, and I chose to search for the glimpses ofcolour that flashed through the greenery from the study window. She ran like something was chasing her, powering on with each next step. I looked behind her a few times wondering if something, or someone, was chasing her. Nothing was. It was just her. This time.
She chose to run that fast, chose to push herself harder to expel whatever demon she was outrunning. That demon is probably me and my inability to give a fucking inch of emotion to anything.
Something shiny catches my eye on the bed. Gold? I pick it up and turn the small nugget over in my fingers. Where’s she found that? I smile. West and the island, no doubt. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen it in its raw form like this. The thought makes me chuckle at my own raw, emotive feelings around her.
“Hello, you,” she says behind me.
I swing back to look at her and find nothing but fresh, clean skin and wet hair. “You look delicious.”
She walks closer. “Definitely better than battered hair and sweat.”
