Rosemary's Double Delight (18 page)

Evan allowed his hands to stray farther south to her ass and massage the smooth twin globes, squeezing and stroking, feeling her skin grow warmer under his touch. Her thighs were relaxed on either side of his. He skimmed his hands down the backs of her thighs, stroking up and down repeatedly before sliding farther up to her pussy.

Her head fell to his chest limply, and she hissed as his fingertips stroked over her damp outer lips, seeking entrance to the slick, pooled moisture that lay within. He slid a fingertip through her liquid, hot slit, searching for and finding her clit. His cock was an aching,
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twitching pole demanding entrance into her wet heat, but he refused to rush. The damned bastard could wait a little while at least.

He smiled when she moaned again, and her hips flexed against his questing fingers. Raising her head, she looked into his eyes and leaned in to kiss him. With her lips on his, the love in her eyes, and her little body perched on him like this, his little Rosemary was everything to him. Her inky black curls fell around them as their lips met again. He released her pussy and wrapped his arms around her, one hand tenderly gripping her ass and the other holding her shoulder, as he groaned with the depth of what he was feeling.

He looked into her violet eyes and whispered over the lump in his throat, “Rosemary, I love you.” He rolled her to her back and thrust his cock into her seeping pussy, straight to the hilt in one smooth, sliding stroke. Her breath tickled his ear as it came in velvety, rasping pants, music to his ears.

“I love the sounds you make when we make love to you. Even the way you breathe is sexy to me. Did you know that?”

“Yes. Tell me more. I love it when you tell me what you like,” she murmured, flicking his throat with her tongue before sucking on it.

“I love the way your breathing changes to that high-pitched, soft panting right before you come. Gets me even harder if that’s possible.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me more.”

“I love the way you tilt your head and arch your back and the way you sometimes go still and quiet right before you come really hard. I love to feel your claws on my back and dug into my ass when we’re fucking hard and fast. And I love having you all to myself right now, with just the two of us. I almost feel guilty I love it so much.”

“Don’t,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck and undulated against him. “We’re going to regularly spend time alone with each other. I need this time with you, Evan. Just like I’ll need it with Wes. I love being with you both, but I also need to give you my undivided attention.”

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He thrust against her, taking his time, whispering more love words and stroking them both into white-hot ecstasy. She seemed to draw something beneficial from this time besides satisfying sex. Once they were finished, he rolled onto his back again, never losing their intimate connection, his cock still buried inside her. Rosemary shivered lightly as she drifted toward sleep, and he pulled the top sheet and blanket over them so she wouldn’t get chilled.

The rain continued to fall outside the window, lightning flickering followed by the distant swell of thunder. They talked for a while, his hands sweeping over her back, pushing her knees down so that their legs were entwined together and she could be more comfortable. He stroked her shoulders and her arms, watching the sweep of her thick, black lashes as she blinked before her eyes finally drifted closed.

Evan lay there for a while, his hands drifting over her hips. He loved the feel of her curvaceous body snuggled against him, his cock still engulfed within her. A prideful, possessive feeling roared inside him.

He wanted to be what she needed, to provide her with what she wanted, and to honor the trust she felt in him. This is what Jack and the guys told him and Wes it would feel like. Jealousy would be put aside when he knew, without a doubt, that her needs, her love, and her happiness came first.

Evan remembered what Grace had told him the first time he’d talked alone with her. Some women weren’t
just
good. They were
damn
good. Like Jack and the others, Wes and Evan had found a woman who was worthy of that title.

Evan woke some time later to the sound of angry voices in the hallway. He held Rosemary to him as she startled awake, shushing and calming her. They listened to the voices out in the hallway, muted female voices and what he now recognized as Wes’s angry tone.

The door never rattled or opened, and the voices subsided as the angry conversation was evidently taken downstairs. Evan was still groggy and thought for several moments about drifting back to sleep
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and letting Wes deal with whatever disturbance had occurred. But the more his mind focused, the more awake he became. Had somebody been outside the door when Wes arrived?

“What do you suppose that was all about?” Rosemary asked in a sleepy, slurred voice. He glanced at the bedside clock and kissed her forehead.

“You’ve only been asleep for half an hour, Rosemary. Why don’t you rest some more? I’ll go find out.” They both groaned when she shifted on him, and his softened cock slid from her warm, wet depths.

This was
not
how he’d envisioned waking from their nap. She murmured something unintelligible as she curled up like a kitten on his pillow and fell back asleep.

He rose from the bed and slipped into his clothing from earlier, put his shoes on, and then silently let himself out of the room after glancing back at her lush, sleeping form nestled in the bedclothes. He went downstairs quietly, following the sounds of an angry conversation in the front hall.

The owner and manager of The Crystal Rose Bed and Breakfast, Bill Farmer, was standing at the front desk with a police officer, Wes, and, no big surprise there, the disapproving woman and her friend.

The police officer was looking decidedly perturbed at the two women, who were both talking non-stop, pointing their fingers at him, at Wes, and at the ceiling. Finally, the police officer raised his hands and got them all to quiet down as Evan joined the group, which was being watched avidly by others in the living room and parlor of the bed and breakfast.

“Mr. Farmer, is there perhaps a more private place to take this discussion?” the police officer asked discreetly.

“Sure, follow me,” Mr. Farmer said as he indicated a back hallway that led to the kitchen. Clearing out the staff, they all stood around the center island while the police officer consulted his notepad and spoke succinctly into his radio before turning it down a little.

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“All right. You, sir. Tell me what you saw?” the police officer asked, indicating Wes. The officer turned intimidating eyes on the woman, who had opened her mouth. When she stilled and closed her mouth, he looked back to Wes.

“I returned from the Convention Center fifteen minutes ago, made my way to the third floor where our suite is located, and found these women on their knees in front of my door, taking turns peeking in the keyhole,” Wes said angrily as Evan gritted his teeth in outrage beside him.

The police officer rolled his eyes heavenward. “Ma’am, I’m afraid to ask, but why were you peeking in their keyhole?”

“We—we heard noises from downstairs. They make a lot of noise, Officer. It’s shameful!
Just shameful!
These two men are sharing a woman here this weekend. They’re all in the same room! They keep us
awake
at night!”

Mr. Farmer interjected, “Now, Mrs. Breck. You and I both know there is
no way
they could be disturbing you. You’re on the first floor at the opposite end of the house.”

The woman puffed herself up self-righteously and said,

“Nevertheless, we heard noises, and we went to investigate. What they do up there is immoral and also
illegal
. You should arrest these men, Officer! And that slut they parade around with.”

Evan clenched his fists, tempted for the first time to use them to shut this bitch up.

“Now wait a damned minute—” Wes began, outraged.

“What noises did you hear?” the officer asked Mrs. Breck, holding his hand up for silence from everyone else.

Mrs. Breck looked scandalized, so her friend blushingly provided the answer in a shocked stage whisper
. “Sex noises, officer.”

The innkeeper threw his hands up in the air. “Heaven forbid someone should be having sex under my roof,” Mr. Farmer muttered sarcastically. “Mrs. Breck, my brochure clearly states that visitors to our bed and breakfast can expect to enjoy a relaxing,
romantic
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atmosphere. Romance generally leads to sex, for
some
people.

They’re staying in the
Bridal
Suite, which is all by itself on the top floor. There is no way you could’ve heard sex noises, unless
you
were on the top floor.”

The police officer turned to Evan. “Son, who might you be, and what is your business here?”

Evan leaned a hip against the center island. “Evan Garner, sir.

Until the moment I was awakened by a disturbance outside my bedroom door, I was asleep in the Bridal Suite.”

“Oh! But you weren’t alone!” Mrs. Breck’s friend squawked accusingly.

Evenly, he made his reply. “No, ma’am, I wasn’t. Not that it’s any of your business.”

The officer consulted his notebook. “How long had you been in the room, and how long were you asleep?”

“We returned to our room after lunch, around one thirty. We were only asleep for about half an hour, so we must’ve fallen asleep around three o’clock. We noticed these women downstairs in the lobby when we arrived, looking down their noses at us. We do not parade around, as they say. We were barely holding hands. Because of their unfriendly demeanors, we don’t spend any time in the lobby or common rooms, even though we have the right. We sat through our dinner last night while you bored holes with your eyes into Miss Piper the whole time.”

Mrs. Breck demanded stridently, “Officer, I demand you arrest these two men! They’re
both
having sex with that decadent whore upstairs!” Her face flushed a brilliant crimson to accompany her melodramatic words.

“And how do you know that, ma’am?” the police officer said, drilling her with his steely eyes.

“I saw them! They both have sex with her!” Then she covered her mouth with her hand. In the heat of the moment, she’d given herself away. Her friend looked guilty as hell, too.

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Turning to Wes, the officer asked, “Mr. Garner, at what time did you discover these two peeking in your keyhole?”

“Around three twenty. On their knees, both of them, at the door.”

“I’ll be right back,” the police officer murmured as he left them in silence. While he was gone, Rosemary joined their tense little group in the kitchen. Wes and Evan took her aside and quietly explained to her what was happening.

The police officer returned a minute later, his rain slicker dripping. He noted the presence of sleepy-eyed Rosemary with a nod, surmising who she was. “The drapes and blinds on the third floor are all closed. Looking at the house from the yard and from the sidewalk, even with the blinds, drapes, and curtains opened, nothing could be seen from ground level, and the trees are too thick around the house for any neighbors to see in the third-story windows. Mr. Farmer, has anyone else complained this weekend about noises coming from the third floor?”

Mr. Farmer shook his head negatively. “None. Both of the two rooms directly below theirs are currently rented, and neither guest has voiced any objection at all.”

The police officer turned back to Mrs. Breck and drilled her with an intense stare. “Exactly how would you know that this woman was having sex with both of these men, unless you had been at their keyhole more than once?”

Mrs. Breck’s fleshy jowls wobbled and flapped uselessly as she repeatedly opened and closed her mouth. Finally, she slammed her lips closed. The police officer raised an eyebrow at her then turned to Wes and Evan and flashed a conciliatory smile at Rosemary. “Do you wish to press charges for voyeurism?”

Mrs. Breck sputtered in outrage. “Officer, what you should be doing is arresting these three on charges of lewd conduct! It is illegal for them to be doing what they’re doing! This is outrageous!
We
called you to deal with
them
!” she shouted, waving her bony finger at their little group.

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“Lady, in your day it may have been illegal, but times have changed and the law books along with them. I don’t care if they’ve got six people in that room, much less three. As long as they aren’t disturbing the peace and are confining their romance to the bedroom, I’m not going to interfere. You, however, are on thin ice. What you just confessed to doing
is
illegal
and
definitely
disturbing the peace.”

Mrs. Breck and her friend stood in stunned silence. Wes and Evan looked at Rosemary, who looked at Mr. Farmer. Common sense told Evan that poor Mr. Farmer would really love to avoid explaining to his other guests why two of his guests were being carted away in handcuffs. That sort of thing was not good for business. He probably liked the outstanding reviews he received online and wouldn’t want to see that image tarnished.