Page 118 of Split You Open

I’m his.

He’s mine.

Now there’s physical proof of it. When I’m done, I sit back and stare at my name. It’s about the size of a dollar bill, bloody and red.

“Fuck. Yes,” Santi snarls with delight. He looks past me to Rhett. “Left arm.”

“Santi…” Rhett hedges. “I don’t know about⁠—”

“LEFT ARM,” Santiago demands, more serious than I’ve ever seen him.

With a strained chuckle, I hand the knife back to Rhett. “You heard him.”

Rhett doesn’t hesitate again. He simply grabs Santi’s other arm and gets to work. He’s quicker than me and his name is a lot more shallow—which is probably intentional—but when he’s done and tosses the knife aside, Santi is beaming.

“There, you two will always be with me,” he says with delight.

Before I can tell him this would’ve been the case with or without our names carved into his skin, he leans forward and kisses Rhett from over my shoulder. The two of them groan as their lips meet. When Santi pulls away, it’s only so that his mouth can find mine.

I’m filled with too much love.

I’ll combust if we don't start moving now. I try to grind down but I’m too full and trapped between hard bodies. Rhett must understand what I’m trying to do because his hips roll beneath me, creating shallow thrusts upwards into me. Santi starts working opposite Rhett to create the friction we all need to make this work.

This feels like an impossibility and yet together the three of us begin the climb to a peak so high, I know when we reach the top, everything will change. My hands are everywhere, my fingers digging into Santi's shoulders and into Rhett’s legs.

I know I cry out.

I know I’m begging for more.

But it’s hard to recognize my own voice as pleasure steals away rationality and leaves me as a trembling ball of nerves.

“Shit,” Rhett growls out. “Blair, I need you to cum right fucking now.”

He pinches my clit. The sharp pain surprises me and when he releases me to roll my clit in his fingers, it’s like Rhett’s cracked some code.

My orgasm rushes in like a tidal wave. It steals my breath, turns my vision white, and the scream that erupts is a sound I’ve never made before. The pleasure that shoots up my spine before exploding outward to every corner of my body is extraordinary.

My mind is wiped of all thoughts except for one: this new life Ledger forced upon me is worth fighting for.

I don’t care what I have to do, or what has to happen, in order for me to keep these men with me. Whatever price there is to pay, I’ll pay it happily.

My body goes absolutely limp. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. Santi and Rhett’s movements become desperate and rougher. Their breathing grows ragged and I can feel the tremors rushing through them. It’s not long before they both chase my orgasm with their own. Their choked off cries and deep, full-body moans are music to my ears.

When they finish, they withdraw from my body. Instantly, I feel bereft and empty.

I must’ve protested because Santi whispers in my ear, “The minute I’m hard again, I’ll fill you up. Don’t worry, cariño.”

My eyes flutter shut as peace pushes through me. Someone cleans the mess between my legs with a warm, wet cloth. When they’re done, the couch dips and bows under our weight. Someone slides in behind me while another makes room between my legs to rest their head on my stomach.

I don’t look to see who is where.

It doesn’t matter.

As long as they’re here, I’ll be happy.

Twenty-Six

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