Page 20 of Enticement
Ross rolled onto his back again and his jaw stretched into a yawn. “Knackered,” he mumbled.
“Ross. One other thing, did you ever have a threesome involving Kit?”
The tense jerk of his shoulders answered the question more succinctly than any amount of words. “What has he been telling you?”
“All your dirty secrets, I guess. It’s true, then?”
Propped on one elbow, Ross met her gaze. He chewed his lip a moment and his brows furrowed. “I’m not sure I’d call it a threesome as such. That kind of implies we all got it on.” His frown deepened. “It just happened sometimes. Kit and I were mates. Sometimes we shared the same girl.”
“You mean it happened more than once?”
Ross shiftily glanced at the headboard. “Yeah. More than once. Jeezus, what the hell have you two been talking about to bring that up anyway? I thought you went grocery shopping.”
“We did.” Evie sucked her tongue as jealousy stirred inside her stomach again, despite her best efforts to quell such nonsense. What Ross had done before they met hardly mattered and had no bearing on the present. Besides, she wasn’t sure what about it rattled her so much. The fact that he’d obviously liked threesomes, that he’d engaged in them with Kit, or hadn’t engaged in one with her. “Ever have one that didn’t involve Kit?”
“No.”
She nearly pressed to see if he was up for involving her. They could creep into Kit’s room right now and pin him down on the narrow bed. Then maybe she could straddle him, while Ross watched, although the thought of being watched still unnerved her. Still, the notion of sharing brought back her earlier conversation with Kit, tucked up together on the sofa at Rose Cottage. Nothing he’d said then had been straightforward. There’d been a stonking great subtext to it from the outset. Kit had deliberately flirted with her, and given himself a hard on like a blooming torpedo. Far from sharing a few memories, he’d deliberately opened up a can of worms.
“You know you’re really hot,” Ross remarked as his lips continued to skim over the pulse point in her neck. His hand drifted down over her stomach and slipped between her thighs to find her dripping wet. “Oh, that sort of dream was it?” He laughed. “Am I not giving you enough?” He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top, so she straddled his thighs.
“I thought you were knackered.”
“Only certain bits of me. My elbow.” He pointed and she bestowed a kiss there. “My right knee.” Another kiss, though that one involved some wriggling. “My nose, my left nipple.”
“Let me guess, your cock?”
Laughter rumbled through his chest again. “No, I think that bit’s definitely wide awake.”
“Then we’d best make sure he stays that way.” She closed her mouth over the head of his erection.
“Oh, god, Evie. You have the mouth of a fucking angel.” And he lapsed into a string of sighs.
That’s right Ross. Drive away the images of the past by fucking me.He did taste good. The sexual tension remaining from her dream tingled with renewed interest. She left off sucking just as soon as Ross was really hard and meandered up his body until their lips met and their bodies joined.
Still, no matter how hard she rode him, or how powerfully he thrust into her, she never quite dislodged the impish version of Kit sitting on her shoulder.
“Shit!” she cursed as she came, wondering if even now, Kit was lying in bed listening to them and driving his cock through the ring of his fingers.
Chapter Five
The weekend soon passed, Sunday bleeding into Monday and so on. Both Ross and Evie fell into their normal patterns of work and play, while Kit made a start on transforming Rose Cottage. By Friday, he’d started disappearing before dawn and not returning until late in the evening. “Keeping busy and keeping out of the way,” he’d told Ross that morning when he’d challenged Kit on the front drive before they went their separate ways. “Figure I came on a bit strong and rattled Evie’s cage, so I’m downplaying my presence.” Although Ross had accepted the explanation, he suspected there was more to Kit’s prolonged absences than lulling Evie into a false sense of security. More likely, he’d been holing himself up in the cottage hoping the village wouldn’t notice him. Curiously, the ploy appeared to be working. Despite Doris’s less than subtle greeting in the pub, no one else had commented on his friend’s return.
A knock on the surgery door disturbed his thoughts. “Are you free? Oh, yes, you’re free. Wonderful.” The owner of the chirpy voice waddled into the surgery, arm aloft, trailing a small dog on a lead.
“Nice to see you again, Mrs. Hawes, and Hamish, of course. What can I do for you today?”
“Just his nails, please, Ross. I know I could get Margery to do it in her mobile unit, but between you and me, I’m not so sure she does quite as good a job.”
“Nails, right,” said Ross, his head going down as he looked around for the clippers. Scratch the lack of gossip. There was one reason behind this impromptu pet pedicure and one only. Sheila Hawes relished gossip in much the same way other folks loved chocolate, and was never more satisfied than when presented with a nice juicy morsel. The bigger the scandal, the greater the delight in her beetle-black eyes, and the more stops on her busy social calendar.
“I saw Doris yesterday. Went to her knitting circle, not that she knits much now with her arthritis crippling her joints, but she does still like to chat.”
Yes, here it was, thought Ross. Wait for it… Wait for it.
“She said she’d run into you in the Boar. Think Doris half thought you might show up and surprise us all. Silly bleeder,” she added with a cackle.
“Surgery,” muttered Ross. He found just the implication of a sick animal on the operating table generally derailed too much digging into his actual doings and whereabouts. Folk didn’t like to think too hard about sick pets, and he didn’t like to tax himself too hard with the village’s peculiar brand of social chess. “Afternoons are never a good time. We’ve been booked up pretty solid all week.”
