Page 52 of Triple Threat

“Why don’t you put your things away, go for a swim or a walk on the grounds?” he asked.

“What, really?” I asked, surprised. Roan smiled and nodded.

“Just stay warm. The cameras have a view to the shore and out as far as the road. I’ll check on you… but I won’t stop you.”

“You really mean that,” I said and it very nearly felt as though the earth shifted beneath my feet as the entire axis of my world tilted.

“Aye,” he murmured. “You’re not a prisoner here, Sadie. Despite Lachlan’s rough exterior – despite mine – we really do wish only the best for you. We want to keep yousafe. Cared for.”

I sighed and pulled my hands back and he shifted his weight slightly.

“I think, deep down, I somehow knew that,” I murmured and Roan tilted his head considering me.

“That’s good,” he said. I smiled and nodded slightly.

“What time do you want me back here?” I asked, and he smiled.

“Whenever you’d like.”

I smiled, nodded, and shouldered my worn out, old black backpack.

“Thanks,” I said and his smile grew.

“You’re most welcome,” he said and inclined his head. I pursed my lips and turned leaving the kitchen and the heavy emotion of the moment behind. It’d honestly been like that all day. These heavy intense moments followed by feeling lighter than air for a time. A real rollercoaster of a time.

I wanted to talk to Kyle. To try and understand some things, to piece together some of our broken childhood and what came after… tounderstand…but like always he didn’t seem to be interested – making himself busy, too busy to confront the things that needed confrontation.

I don’t think I was as patient as I used to be, at least that was how I was feeling now, looking down at the photo of us when we were still just kids.

I sucked in a deep cleansing breath and let it out slow, staring out of the windows of my room over the choppy slate gray bay. It was rainy and chilly out there, so as much as a walk sounded sublime, I honestly had had my field trip for today and just wanted to stay warm. To that end, a swim sounded wonderful.

I opened up the wardrobe against the wall and took off my brand-new shoes, setting them in one of the cubbies meant for them as I opened drawers to check and see if a swimsuit had found its way inside one of them.

Of course, one had; Roan thought of everything.

I was beginning to think his favorite color was purple. Just about every one of the silky, satiny, clingy fairy dresses he supplied to me were some shade of purple, until some blues and greens started to show up.

The swimsuit, though a revealing two piece, was thankfully unrelieved black except for a line of what were likely expensive crystals, but could also be diamonds… with these two, you never did know, in the metal piece between my breasts. The suit fit like a dream, and I felt sexy in it as I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom. I also felt incredibly exposed and dressed like a doll for the male gaze.

Right now, that bothered me when it came to Kyle. Wereallyneeded to talk… but I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement knowing that it could and would potentially excite Roan – which was also confusing as all get out in its own way. Like, yikes on bikes!

I felt an old nostalgic longing for Kyle. For the long-ago safety he represented, and for the lost, stolen touches and kisses in the dark of the Daughton family foster home. I was still wholly confused about our first sexual encounter of a couple of nights ago… God, how I’d ached for him to touch me; but… but not like that. I’d always wanted my first time with Kyle Lachlan to be the fairytale kind. With deep longing looks and whispered promises of love. Something with low mood lighting and a cloud soft bed.

Not ice-cold window glass and a dirty fuck while standing up, though it’d been hot in its own way… even now, thinking back on the way he’d moved inside me, I could feel myself growing wet.

I flushed with humiliation and embarrassment at those cutting green eyes in that night-darkened glass… watching us, fists clenched at his sides, erection prominently pressed to the front of his slacks.

The image evoked enough shame mixed with heat that I pulled down the thick, white, spa-like terrycloth robe down from the back of the bathroom door and covered myself before stepping back out in front of any cameras.

I grabbed one of the big bath sheet luxurious towels off of the bar by the shower and went padding barefoot through the house to retrace my steps to the beautiful, gilded mosaic swimming pool with its crystal blue waters in the depths of the large house.

I set my towel aside on one of the lounge chairs and took a deep breath. Even knowing Lach wasn’t home, knowing that Roan was in the kitchen didn’t help… I always felt like eyes were on me and somehow, it was worse being in the skimpy bathing suit than it had been with Lach moving inside of me, my body pressed between his and the window glass.

Did that make me crazy? I don’t know… I honestly think it had to do less with them than it did withmeat this point. Lach had had me, but I was quickly realizing that I wanted Roan. It was confusing, slightly dirty, and left my mind reeling in so many ways.

I dove into the deep end of the warm pool as I thought about it.

I felt things for the both of them, some rooted in the distant past where Kyle was concerned, but those feelings were strong and it was, as yet, undecided if they would survive the cold, brutal nature of the man now in juxtaposition of the strangely warm yet wintry boy that he had been.

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