Page 71 of Enticement
“Second…well, third, technically.”
Evie petulantly pinched his nose between her curled fingers.
“Anyway.” Kit brushed her off. “We did the old public school boy thing and I came thrusting like a maniac between his thighs. I think Flora was actually home by that point. God knows what the poor dear thought of the bed creaking.”
A strong mental picture of an old lady in a chintz shawl standing downstairs looking up at the ceiling filled Evie’s thoughts. “Probably thought her good for nothing nephew was busy disgracing another poor girl.”
“Might account for the dirty look she gave me when the police turned up and said Sammie was missing. The police actually searched the house. I don’t think Flora believed it’d just been Ross and I upstairs. Gay?” He shook his head. “She knew me too well for it to even occur to her.”
The haunted look had returned to his eyes. Evie stroked his jaw. “She wasn’t aware of your penchant for threesomes involving your best mate, then?”
“We did that away from home.”
She nodded her understanding. “But…so, the three of you never really happened, then?”
Kit gave a regretfully headshake.
“I think I asked Sammie about a dozen time. Guess I lived in hope, but I knew she wasn’t up for it after the explosion I got at the first time. She was a serious monogamist at heart.”
Evie pressed her palms to his chest. “I thought I was too.”
“Does it bother you that you’re not part of a compact little breeding unit anymore?”
She scowled and swiped at his face. “What a horrid thing to say.”
Kit caught her wrist. He toppled her and stretched over her, holding her down. “It’s true though. I’ve heard all the gossip about you and Ross. Folks don’t start predicting weddings and babies without cause.”
“I thought I wanted to settle down,” she confessed. “It was mostly me, rather than Ross.”
“And now?” She felt his cock stiffen where it lay sandwiched against her leg.
“Things are a little different. I can’t marry both of you.”
He leaned into her and rubbed their noses together. “Oh, I’m sure it’s legal somewhere.” He changed tactics and kissed her instead until she moaned as his erection brushed the lips of her pussy. The ache in her cunt surprised her a little so soon after an orgasm, but she wanted him, and she guessed she’d grown used to having two lovers. However, Kit did nothing more than tease, and eventually he sat up and fished about for a T-shirt.
Evie followed his lead. “When you came back from Japan, did you know about me?” she asked.
He padded across to the window ledge and resumed his earlier seat, sighing at the molten remains of the ice-cream. “I hadn’t had any contact with Ross, hadn’t a clue whether he was with anyone or not. I kind of hoped he was, because he’s a good guy and doesn’t deserve to be alone, but on the other hand I hoped it wasn’t serious.”
“But we were serious.”
“Yes, but I didn’t know that before seeing you together, and you’d already got in the shower with me by that point.”
“And that changed things?”
“Evie, it changed everything. I knew you understood Ross when you did that and that you cared about pleasing him. I just had to hope you liked me well enough to let me get close to you both.”
She slowly digested the explanation, churning it over to see what sort of hummocks it made. “I like you,” she said eventually, turning to face him. “I like you a hell of a lot, particularly when you’re not being moody. And Molly, Tony, and whoever are all morons for thinking you’d ever hurt someone in that way.”
“Like,” mused Kit. His lips brushed the edge of her jaw. “I guess it’s too early to push the boat out a little further than that.”
She knew exactly what he meant, and maybe she did love him, but it was far too early to admit that.
Chapter Sixteen
Kit didn’t come home that night. He claimed he was staying at Rose Cottage to make sure the new roof didn’t leak, but Evie suspected there was more to it than that. She lay on the bed listening to the rain pound against the window, wondering what sort of turn their relationship would take next. Was Kit trying to give her and Ross space or time to adapt?
Ross came home soaked. His clothing plastered to his skin and his hair darker for being wet. “I hear you sorted things out with Kit.” He stood at the end of the bed and shook like a dog, splattering everything with water droplets, before tugging her off the bed into his arms. “Come outside with me.”
