Page 48 of Enticement
“No, of course not.” Trouble briefly clouded Ross’s eyes. He seemed about to say something, then shook his head and grinned. “Just as well, he ran off to Japan, else I might never have met you.”
They rubbed noses together and exchanged a delicate kiss.
“How come you never even mentioned you were bi? I mean, you haven’t exactly held back over what you like.” She had a sudden vision of all three of them cosied up in the shower together, only half undressed, shirts and underwear clinging with the flow of water and turning transparent.
Ross shrugged, his brow still wrinkled. “I don’t think of myself in that way. It’s not like I’ve ever had a boyfriend. I told you, it was just the one occasion with Kit before he left, and it didn’t go all that far, certainly not as far as doing one another.”
“Yeah, and how many times has it been over the last week?”
Ross’s shoulders crumpled. “How many times has it been for you?”
Evie opened her mouth. Then closed it again.
Ross buffeted the underside of her chin with his knuckles. “Be honest.”
“Actual sex, just now and last night, but he brought me off on another occasion too. You?”
“About the same.”
They sat uncomfortably, failing to make eye contact for a moment or two.
“Likes to keep busy, doesn’t he?”
“Sex is the one thing he’s sure of. To Kit, at least, it’s straightforward. He sets boundaries and he never crosses them. Shame the rest of life can’t be boxed up in the same way.”
Evie was still trying to figure out where the hell Kit’s sexual boundaries were supposed to lie exactly when Ross teasingly pinched her nose.
“Ow! What was that for?”
“Want to head home and limber up a bit for tonight?”
Actually, considering how much they both stunk of sex and just how wet they’d got her, she was in more of a hurry to get home and shower. “We need practice?” She rolled her eyes and ended the expression with a mocking tilt of her head.
Ross blew a warm zephyr across her nipples. “Absolutely.”
“You’re positive he’s going to come back.”
“Seven-thirty, prompt. I guarantee it.”
She missed him maniacally texting, while she hunted down their clothes.
Kit got halfway to the ruins before he realized that he was without a T-shirt or jacket, and by then he didn’t care to go back, regardless of the blossoming gooseflesh. Best he left them to work things out a bit. Besides, he knew that while he should feel ecstatic over what had just occurred—it was what he’d been trying to engineer—he didn’t really know what do to next.
Seduction came naturally to him, and he’d had his skills honed by years as a host. It was hanging on to them after the third or fourth shag that proved difficult. Inevitably his lovers seemed to have different expectations of the future than he did, and off they slipped like phantoms into the fog of life.
Of course, the fact that they’d always had to share space in his heart with Ross perhaps hadn’t helped. Andtheyhad stood the test of time. The pull between him and Ross was just as potent now as it had been that day six years ago when a snap decision had turned his life upside down.
Ross and Evie seemed stable too, which boded well. There weren’t many women who stuck around after they walked in on their boyfriend having sex with another man. Most of them probably screamed or stood gaping in horrified silence.
The ruins were more overgrown than he remembered, particularly given the season. Kit guessed they’d seen little love over the years, what with folks associating the place with him. Brambles littered the base of the rocks along with an assortment of beer cans and fag ends. Kit fought his way up and between the jagged teeth that formed the remains of the ancient lookout tower. In the crawlspace beyond, he perched and rubbed the goose bumps from his arms. It might not be entirely comfortable up here anymore, but at least it was out of the wind, and he’d always done his best thinking here. That and it was in this spot that he’d first kissed Ross. Okay, he’d more than kissed him. He’d given him a darned superb blowjob. The memory made him smile, along with others, of trysts with several of the village girls.
Kit bowed his head and hugged his thighs. He hoped his absence was giving Ross and Evie time to work out any awkwardness. That way, hopefully they could have fun tonight instead of getting hung up on the seriousness of what they were doing.
Yes, he wanted a permanent place in their lives, but he didn’t want anyone to get too obsessed with that detail just yet. It was more important to have things seem to flow in that direction naturally.
The sound of someone struggling up the hill made him hold his breath. Hopefully, it’d be a rambler, and they’d pass by without intruding upon him. However, the footsteps came right up to the wall and stopped level with him on the other side.
“Coat…ciggy?” the intruder offered.
