Enticement (16 page)

But he’d sent Kit away. Wordlessly banished him. Okay, he hadn’t intentionally done so, but he should have realized that Kit wouldn’t tolerate being relegated to the side-lines. Nope, he liked running the show too much.

The thing was, everything was changing, and he wanted tonight—now—to be about Evie and him. They both needed to wise up to the risks they were taking, and realize exactly how much was at stake if they let Kit have his way. And yet as he climbed onto the bed, still fully clothed, all thoughts of making things perfect between them vanished.

“You want him don’t you?” he said ever so quietly—a sharp contrast to his more violent action as he ripped the flimsy lace thong she wore from her body.

Evie gave a small gasp, but didn’t offer a denial.

“Maybe you wish it was him here now, with his cock out ready to fuck you, rather than me. Maybe he already has.”

“Uh!” she said, reduced to making inarticulate grunts as he pushed his cock into her wet, hot sheath, and she welcomed him with unprecedented eagerness. Damn, if all this talk of Kit wasn’t turning him on as much as it was Evie.

That was a good thing, he reminded himself. Leastways, it ought to be.

“How would you like it if I called him in here right now? I could sit back here stroking myself as I watched you and him fuck.” Ross rocked his hips, enjoying the easy slide that made his balls slap against her skin. “You’d like it, wouldn’t you, Evie? Jeez, you’re so fucking hot for it I can barely keep a grip on you. You’re not even denying it.” To be fair, she wasn’t actually saying anything, but Ross knew arousal when he saw it, and currently, forget cloud nine, Evie was up on cloud ninety-nine.

“I want you.” She gave a mangled gasp.

“You don’t want Kit?”

She began to shake her head and then stopped. Lying had never been Evie’s forte.

Evie tried to say more, really she did, but couldn’t seem to get her vocal chords to cooperate. She’d never seen this side of Ross before, so rough and possessive, but in a screwed up, back to front sort of way. She understood that what he was really asking was, “Do you like him better?” and “Evie, are you still in love with me?” But she didn’t have any simple answers to give him.

What she had with Ross she never wanted to end, but at the same time, it was safe, familiar and comfortable. There were no big shocks and no nasty surprises. Kit appealed to her in a fundamentally different way. She didn’t expect him to stick around, wasn’t even sure if she wanted him too. Kit was one hundred percent prime fling material, a bad boy with a spectacularly good ass. She found him sexy and curiously addictive. That he could turn her on so easily she found both enthralling and terrifying.

But he wasn’t partner material. He wasn’t the sort of man you settled down and started making baby plans with.

Baby plans!

That’s why they’d moved here, because she wanted to settle down and get serious. Mucking around with her boyfriend’s best mate and hankering after a threesome were hardly the acts of a woman looking for commitment.

Ross shuffled over a bit and stretched towards the bedside cabinet, although his grip remained firm upon her backside. He yanked open her bottom drawer. Heat flooded Evie’s cheeks as he raked amongst her ancient collection of hair curlers and odd socks to find her vibrator. Somehow, when Ross lifted it, it seemed twice as huge and far more realistic looking. It actually pre-dated their relationship. He only knew she had it because she’d used it as an impromptu back massager one time when he’d got a crick in his shoulder.

“Ross,” she croaked. “What are you doing?”

He squirted the latex cock with lube and rubbed his hand up and down the flesh-pink shaft, making it shiny.

“Ross?”

He pulled out of her in response, leaving her feeling bereft. A moment later, he pushed the squirming vibe into her cunt instead and revved it up a bit.

“I know you’re curious, Evie. So, why don’t I give you a taste? You can’t get that camping story he told you out of your head, can you? I’ll bet you’ve been frigging yourself in the toilets at work imagining having us do you together.”

“Tents make me horny.”

“Cocks make you horny. I know how much you like playing with mine. The prospect of two must leave you sopping.”

“Personality,” she whispered under her breath. It wasn’t just about exposure. Cocks could be works of art, but it wasn’t them, but rather the whole mental mind-fuck thing that she really got off on. It wasn’t the motion of his hand upon his shaft that left her breathless when she watched him masturbate. It was the knowledge that he was engaging in a taboo act for her entertainment. Right now though, Ross seemed intent upon exploring another taboo act. Even before he drew his thumb along the channel between her cheeks and circled around the puckered ring of muscle, she’d understood his intention.

They’d been dancing around this act for so long now… She guessed the time was ripe.

The very tip of his finger teased its way inside her arse.

The new sensation combined with the buzz of the vibrator set her hips in motion. Ross drew another item from the drawer, this one an ancient unused Christmas present. He tied the multi-coloured scarf over her eyes, causing another shiver of excitement to roll down her spine.

“I’m going to let Kit fuck you, Evie. You know that I’m in your cunt right now, well, I’m going to let Kit take you in the arse. We’re going to have you together. Do you understand? We’re going to have you together.”

Blinded, Evie became completely submerged in the fantasy. She squirmed over the intrusion of Ross’s fingers into her arse, even when her nerve-endings lit like sparklers. Sensations assaulted her from her front and back. Ross’s cock felt huge. Huge and hot. He slid into her really slowly. She wasn’t sure if that didn’t serve to make it worse. It didn’t hurt precisely, but it was raw. The sensations involved right on the edge of what she thought she could tolerate. “Ross,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes together beneath the blindfold. “Oh, God! Ross.”

“I know. I know.” The low rumble of his voice soothed some of the tension from her body, as did the slow reassuring stroke of his hands. “Slowly, that does it.” He started to rock, sliding into her and withdrawing slowly. “That feels so good. You feel so good, Evie. Shall we pick the speed up a bit?”

He swirled the dial on the vibe up a bit. Ross jerked into her, gasping, and immediately twitched the dial back down again.

“That’s a little too good,” he squeaked. “Oh, boy!”

Evie wished she could see his face, so she could gauge how close to the edge the sudden buzz had taken him. He wouldn’t let her turn though and smacked her arse when she tugged at the blindfold. His strokes quickened, and he began jerking the vibe in time with his motion so that it became easy to fall into the fantasy that both Ross and Kit were filling her.

Ross continued to murmur into her ear, painting fantastic pictures of the three-way coupling, until Evie stopped hearing the words. Her thoughts collapsed inwards as the sensations in her cunt and in her rear overwhelmed her completely. She gave herself up to motion and the rippling stream of pleasure that swirled around her clit and flowed outwards. She came hard, screaming and bucking like a thing possessed, and hugging the pillow as if it truly were Kit.

Ross held her through the waves and stayed with her even when vibe slipped free. He licked the sweat from her back, drawing his tongue up to her shoulder blades, so that he lay so deep inside her, his balls pressed against her swollen, sensitive skin. “I love you,” he whispered and squeezed her tight.

The hug dissipated a second later. Instead, he clamped onto her hips and rode her so that their bodies repeatedly slapped together, and only released her once he’d come deep inside her.

“God, you’re fucking amazing.” Ross held her until erection faded, then rolled off the bed and padded away. Evie tentatively eased her muscles out of their stiffened positions. She was still rubbing the kinks out of her knees when Ross returned with a warm flannel to help clean her up.

“Ross, I don’t want us to fall apart,” she said.

He caught her gaze, but couldn’t hold it. Ross plumped the pillows up and settled on his back. He tugged Evie into the crux of his shoulder. “You do fancy him, though?”

“Yes,” she admitted. “It’s hard not to.”

“I know,” he soothed. “I know. He’s hard to resist.”

“I’m sorry, Ross.”

“Don’t be sorry. You know I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Now was the time when she really ought to make her confession, tell him exactly what had happened in the coal shed and out on the hillside, but a quick glance at Ross confirmed that he was already sliding into post-coital exhaustion. Maybe now wasn’t the time. Then again, when would there ever be a good time to confess?

“Hypothetically,” she began and bit her lip.

“It’s fine.” Ross sleepily patted her shoulder. “If you want to fuck him, that’s okay as long as you don’t mind me humping him too.”

Her initial shock—she would never have dreamed of asking him that—transformed into surprise. Mirth spread across her face. “Oh, yeah, I can just see you and him giving each other a knuckle shuffle.” It didn’t matter how hot she found the thought. It wasn’t ever going to happen. She laughed, but her merriment soon died away, and she settled against Ross’s shoulder. “Were you serious?” she asked a moment later, afraid of how excited the almost permission made her.

Ross yawned making a braying sound reminiscent of a donkey. “Damnit, Evie, if you want any more action tonight it’s going to have to be with him. The only loving I’m fit for now is a date with my pillow.”

“So, you were serious?”

He looked at her, but his eyes soon slid closed again, and he gave another terrific yawn.

“It’d be okay?”

Ross mumbled something which might have been a yes and she thought he nodded. The question was, how compos mentis had he actually been? Could she actually interpret his sleepy mumblings as permission to act on her attraction to Kit, or would Ross wake up and think they’d been talking about frogs?

“Really, it’s okay?”

In response he curled his big body around her, so that she lay tucked tight to his side. Since Ross wasn’t normally one for snuggling she took that as a reassurance, but it still didn’t entirely eliminate her guilt.

Chapter Ten

Evie sat up and folded her legs before her. She watched the gentle rise and fall of Ross’s chest, even bestowed a few kisses upon it where his hair formed a diamond-shape over his heart. She couldn’t settle though, she kept thinking of Kit, and how he was probably stretched out next door, pleasuring himself having eavesdropped on the entirety of her and Ross’s lovemaking. In a way that seemed fair, considering they’d made him part of the scenario.

When she crept to the bathroom over an hour later, a faint gleam of light showed beneath the bottom of the guest room door. Evie hurried passed, afraid he was waiting up for her. She hadn’t forgotten his request that she come to him with Ross’s sweat fresh upon her skin, and though the idea left her curiously excited, she wasn’t about to act it out. Instead she waddled across the landing, intending to soak way the cricks in her limbs and the ache in her heart with half a bottle of Radox.

She left the main light off in the bathroom opting for the dim shaving light over the mirror instead. Evie looked at her reflection, barely recognizing herself. Oh, outwardly she remained the same, slightly overweight, blue eyes, streaked mousy brown hair, but inside something had changed. Her vision of domestic goddesshood had been blasted to smithereens by a black-eyed rogue, with snaky hips and a silver-tongue. A man who claimed that being with him wouldn’t upset the balance of her current relationship, and whom she truly wanted to believe, only he’d already upset the balance, and surely a threesome wouldn’t be more than a one off. What happened afterwards?

She jumped at the knock on the door. Kit let himself in. “Is everything okay?” he asked.

Evie didn’t grace him with an answer. If everything had been okay, she wouldn’t have been lurking in the bathroom at one a.m.

“Evie?” He padded barefoot over the tiles to reach her, a black silk kimono covering his nakedness. “I could hear you. I heard what Ross was saying. What did he do to you?” His image swam in the mirror beside hers, dark hair swept across his brow to mask his eyes.

“None of your business.” She dropped her gaze to the mug holding their toothbrushes, three of them, squashed together where there’d recently only been two.

“Is it not?” Kit spun her around. He held her facing him with his hands upon her shoulders. “Seems to me that I was involved, considering how many times my name got mentioned.” He leaned closer, as if he was about to kiss her. The dark line of stubble above his lip had grown thicker. There was a shadow to his jaw line too. “What sort of make believe did you play?”

“Did you tell him?” she asked, seeking out the truth in the dark depths of his eyes. “Have you had a nice chat about me, discussed what’s allowed?”

Kit’s brow furrowed into numerous tiny lines. He eased back a little and pressed a finger to his lips in quiet deliberation. “What are you suggesting? That we’ve been debating access rights?” He brushed a stray lock of hair away from where it clung to her cheek, and tried to lift her gaze. Evie stubbornly resisted. “You’re your own person. Only you can say who you’re with.”

Below the hem of Kit’s kimono his knees were battered and scarred. Evie concentrated on them in an attempt to push everything else aside. “What happened?”

“That’s right, change the topic.” Kit began to laugh. “Hell, I know my knees are ugly, but I’d hate to think they were a deciding factor in all this.”

“Why did you come here?” she asked.

“Bathroom, here, or Kirkley?” he asked as he hooked the side of his fingers under her chin, in order to lift her gaze.

Evie found it hard to look at him. She was still psyched up after the fantasy she’d just shared with Ross, a fantasy in which Kit had been far more than a friend, or just their house guest. It was a good fantasy, but she needed to remember that’s all it was. Three people would always equate to a crowd, one person in the middle, one person always left out. She knew how she’d feel if Ross became involved with one of her close friends, and it wasn’t a pleasant emotion. Jealousy—everything about it implied heartache.

Kit brushed his thumb over her lips and slowly began to circle them. “I had unfinished business here. That’s why I came. There are some things you just can’t leave hanging forever.”

“How—will you finish them?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Like this maybe?” He tugged the belt of her dressing gown so that the knot gave and unravelled, causing the edges of the robe to part. Evie quickly drew the towelling around herself, hiding the flash of creamy skin and the shadowy hint of curls over her mound.

“This is crazy,” she gasped.

He squinted at her, but didn’t prevent her hiding. “No, it’s honest.” A smile lighting his expression, Kit feathered his fingers over the front of his kimono, so that he traced the plane of his stomach through the silk. A tingle of excitement grew inside her at the display. Her fingers twitched with the urge to reach out and trace the wiry slabs of muscle that graced his torso, to explore each hollow and ridge, and make his nipples pucker into two sharp points. She wanted to caress his balls with her fingers and tongue, fall upon his cock again, wrap her fist around the shaft as it stood tall, and watch the resulting erotic meltdown occur in the depths of his eyes.

Kit shrugged off the mantle, and let it drop to the floor behind him, where it formed a puddle like an oil slick, full of rainbow hues.

“Kit…” She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Evie loved Ross’s rugged physique, the smattering of hair upon his chest, and the way his veins popped out and ran across his biceps, but Kit naked… Words really didn’t do him justice. Ripped and smooth, all long limbs and snaky hipped, he oozed the sort of magnetism that made you want to reach out and not only touch, but rub yourself against him. Bloody gorgeous didn’t come close to describing him.

Teetering, she stretched out her hand towards him, wanting the contact of skin against skin. Kit took hold and pressed her palm flat against his stomach, just shy of his erection.

If only she was as certain as he was that Ross wouldn’t object.

It wasn’t about making a choice in the end. Kit held her and he kissed her. She couldn’t avoid it, nor could she get him to release her once their lips met. He held her fast against the tiles, his naked body pressed to hers, a hot contrast to the wall behind, as he coaxed her with his tongue.

His hands slid inside her robe to rove lightly over her skin. He pinched her nipples, while his lips traced the pulse point in her neck. He sucked hard, making her whimper and cling to him, as sparks fired and joined together to zip between all of her pleasure points. Edging down onto his knees, he cupped her pussy and pushed his fingers into her cunt, to the welcoming slick sounds of her arousal.

“Do you remember earlier I said I wanted to smell where he had been? Well, I can smell him on you now. I’ll bet I can taste him too.” Naked before her, he crouched and drove his tongue between the wet lips of her sex.

Evie clung to the towel rail, unable to do much beside groan and support herself. That boy was downright wicked with his tongue and downright cheeky too, since he kept slipping it places he really shouldn’t. Not that he was going to taste Ross there, since he’d been fucking her bottom.

“Let’s do this right, this time, shall we?” Kit flopped back onto his haunches in order to rifle through the pockets of his kimono, from which he drew a tiny foil packet. Evie watched in mesmerized silence as he rolled the condom down his shaft. When he got to his feet again, reality struck like a bitch slap.

“Kit—I don’t know.”

“Come to bed with me.” Lie amongst the jumble in the spare room and let him make love to her, he meant.

“I’ve just…with Ross. Still smell of him…need shower.”

“The shower’s fine by me.”

“Huh!”

Kit scrambled to his feet and turned on the spray. He stood under the silver shower head and let the water cascade down his body in sinewy rivulets.

“I’d like to, but—”

“Forget the but in that sentence, and get your arse in here.”

“What if I can’t?” She clung to the edges of her robe, but failed to find any comfort in the soft loops of towelling.

Kit flashed her a devilish grin. “Then maybe I’ll go climb into bed with Ross, instead. It was 50/50 which way I went when I heard you cross the landing. He’s pretty hot stuff.”

More doubts and questions leapt through her mind. “He’s asleep, and he’s not into guys.”

A black hole opened in her reality when Kit began to howl with laughter. He flipped his wet hair out of his eyes and held his hand out towards her. “Keep telling yourself that, Evie.”

“He’s not gay,” she reiterated.

Merrily splashing about under the water now, Kit squirted a large dollop of Ross’s shower gel into his hand. “Never said he was. He’s bi. I’m bi. Likely we all swing that way a little bit, even you. Have you ever kissed another woman?”

Evie shook her head. “And I’m not about to.”

“Good, 'cause the only person I want you to be thinking about right now, is me.”

“Is this actually about us, then?” she asked, fanning her hands out to indicate them both. “Of simply some weird fucked-up way of you making a play for Ross?”

Kit gave another chuckle. “Did that years ago. No—” he stepped out of the shower in order to take her hand, “—this is about you and me, and how desperate I am to see you come. You look bloody fantastic when you come, did you know that? You get this glow about you, and there’s this light in your eyes.” His lips traced her knuckles, and his tongue dabbed between the join of her index and middle fingers. “Make a decision, Evie.” He glanced at the shower and then at the bathroom door. “And make it quickly, or I’m going to do it for you.”

Although she couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was, Evie sensed a switch in him. Maybe it was down to stance, or the hardening of his expression, there was certainly a flare of the dramatic burning behind that ultimatum.

It would be so easy to step forward, wrap her arms around him and forget everything, but loyalty to Ross kept her rooted to the spot. Before today, she’d never cheated. Not once. Ever.

“Okay, answer me this? What’s it going to take?”

“I need to talk to Ross.”

Kit grabbed a towel. “Okay, we’ll go talk to him now. Then we can both fuck him after.”

“No!” Horrified at the thought of waking Ross to have Kit ask him if it was okay for them to have sex, she snatched the towel away from Kit. “Don’t you dare!”

“Why not, what are you frightened of?”

“I’d rather be crucified for actual crimes than the suggestion of them.”

Kit stopped struggling with her for the towel. “That settles it then.” He grasped her upper arms and somehow manoeuvred her into the shower, while simultaneously stripping the dressing gown from her back. He backed her up against the glass bricks, lifted one of her legs up against the top of his thigh, then clasped her wrists together high above her head. His cock nuzzled against her body. She jerked and bit her lip as he pushed inside. His lips ravaged hers. He lifted her off the floor, drove into her over and over, fucking her until he jerked in a quick urgent climax.

Still inside her, he rubbed her clit. Rubbed until she tore shreds in the skin of his back, and her climax broke. She cried into his shoulder as its torrent washed through her, and the shower spray turned icy cold.

As they sat cuddled together in the bottom of the shower, Evie realized she understood something about Kit, and how he dealt with the world. Sex was his comfort zone. She retreated into chocolate; Ross went walking in the rain, but Kit… When Kit sought an answer, he looked to the comfort he could find in another’s body. She wondered how many one-night stands he’d had as a result. Had he actually been a host, or just a full on whore?

Evie eventually spent the night alone on the sofa. Kit tried to coax her into bed with him, but she was having none of it. Bad enough what she’d done already, she’d been weak, and had given in to her lust when she should have held her love for Ross in higher regard and stayed faithful. It’s just that Kit had a way of moving, of looking at her that left her feeling intoxicated. When she closed her eyes, she found she could still sense the scent and shape of his body pressed against hers, like a psychic impression upon her skin. And despite her guilt, she still wanted him again.

That was the really sickening part.

Once hadn’t put the flames out, it had merely fanned them to new heights.

Sitting shivering in the dark was her penance. Initially, she’d tried to climb back into bed with Ross, but guilt wouldn’t let her keep still, especially when he’d tried to snuggle against her back. She didn’t deserve to curl up with Ross or Kit, or even both of them together.

Yes, both of them together… Kit had firmly planted that image of him and Ross in the tent with that girl in her head. Every time she saw them together, it’s what she pictured. And she kept thinking that’s what Kit was driving at when he said Ross wouldn’t have a problem with them getting it on.

It’s just, if there wasn’t a problem… Why hadn’t it happened tonight? Ross’s actions on the sofa could easily have built to a fun time for all three of them. Instead, they’d hidden themselves in the bedroom and he’d tortured her with the fantasy of Kit.

“What’s going on, Ross?” she silently asked the darkness in the living room. “Won’t you talk and explain it to me?”