Page 204 of Split You Open

“Fine, I’ll talk to Ledger in a bit.”

I beam at him. “Thanks, Dad.”

He gives me a rare smile and reaches out to pat my thigh over the covers.

As he pulls away, Ledger and Wes walk into the room. I wonder if they were eavesdropping. Probably. Not that I mind. It’s good for them to hear my dad’s softer side.

“Hey, baby girl,” Wes greets warmly as he crosses the room first. He leans down and kisses my forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“I’ve been better,” I admit.

He glances at the bowl of oatmeal. “You couldn’t eat anymore?”

“I asked her the same thing,” Dad drawls as he moves to stand.

“No… my stomach won’t let me.”

Wes hums. “Maybe I’ll have Santi run to the grocery store and get some ginger ale. It should help settle any nausea you might have. Drink that water, though. You need to stay hydrated.”

Ledger shoulders Wes out of the way and offers me two large white pills. “Take them. Knowing your predisposition for pain killers, you’ll be out almost at once. One of us will be here in case you need us, but try to relax, alright?”

I nod, smiling up at both of them.

“Thanks guys. If I fall asleep before Santi and Rhett get home⁠—”

“We’ll let them know you were asking for them,” Wes promises warmly. “They’ll be glad to see you up.”

Forty-Three

Blair

“Ledger…” I gasp out his name as I slowly, and very carefully sink down the length of his hard cock.

His hands on my hips are there to both guide me down and steady me.

“This is a bad idea,” he grits out.

With my back to him, I can’t be certain, but I can picture Ledger, teeth bared and eyes cloudy with lust.

I try to suppress a chuckle, but it slips out anyway.

“Why’s that?” I ask as he fills me.

A deep, answering groan rumbles through him and I feel it as it vibrates up his cock into my pussy. I clench around him at the feel of his hands tightening around my hips and fight back a wince as the wound on my hip is brushed up against.

When I’m seated to the hilt we both pause to catch our breath. Leaning back against him, I can feel the thundering of his heart. It matches the pace of my own.

“Because,” Ledger growls in my ear as he leans forward to kiss just beneath it. The tickle of his beard makes me smile. “He’s going to get the carpet filthy.”

“No, he’s not. But if you think this is a bad idea—stop me.”

I wiggle in his lap and Ledger chokes on a groan.

“I’d rather die than stop you. I exist solely to be buried deep inside your tight, wet cunt.”

I smirk at the gruff sincerity in his voice.

On the floor, naked with his hands tied behind his back and cock glistening with precum, Santiago whimpers desperately.