Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
EVE
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Kayson groaned into my ear as he pumped his hips back and forth. Moaning, I glided my hands up and down his back, then gripped his fine ass.
The wet slapping sounds were music to my ears.
He made me drenched each and every time.
My orgasm slammed into me, and I came hard, my fingers digging into his flesh. His lips landed on mine, and I whimpered into his kiss, still squeezing around his perfect cock.
His hips stuttered, and I drank his groan down as he finished inside me.
Smiling, I dropped my feet from being locked behind his calves to the bed. “So good,” I murmured.
He kissed down my neck, nipping at my shoulder. “Christ, sweetheart. It gets better every damn time.”
My smile grew as he rolled to his side next to me. I went with him, moving so I could face him. His cum leaked out between us. I didn’t care if I got it everywhere, and neither did Kayson. We’d clean up later, but right now, we wanted to bask in the afterglow.
Reaching up, I brushed some of his damp, dark blond strands from his forehead. He took my hand and kissed the back of it.
“You’ve got a shift today, yeah?”
I nodded. “Rommy was coming with to check out the shopping mall.”
“Tell her she can call me to pick her up if she gets bored.”
God, he was the sweetest.
But he could be lethal when he needed to be. I’d seen him in many fights over the years.
With me, though, he was a big, warm teddy bear, and I loved it.
Scooting as close as I could, I pressed my face against his neck and kissed him there. “Love you.”
His arm tightly wrapped around my waist, and his lips touched the top of my head. “Love you so fuckin’ much, Eve.”
It was ridiculous how melty this man made me.
I’d been a fool to fight this.
We were made for each other.
But it can still end.
He’ll get bored. You’re nothing. You’re useless and pathetic and you’ll just hurt him.
I burrowed in tighter and pushed those thoughts away.
I wouldn’t destroy this.
Kayson wanted me.
He loves me.
And I refused to be the toxic part in this relationship that could fuck us up.
He made me happy, and he’d said I did the same for him.
Whenever he was close, it was like I’d been covered in a warm blanket, safe and protected, even from my thoughts.
I used to push him away in fear of being heartbroken, but no more.
I was going to hold on to the man I loved for the rest of our lives.
And I believed we would last.
I did.
But—
No!
We had the real deal. Nothing like those parents I had.
We were solid.
Tipping my head back, Kayson gave me what I wanted by kissing me. His slid his tongue into my mouth to dance with my own in a slow, dirty rhythm.
Unfortunately, there was a knock on the door.
Kayson groaned in annoyance before he yelled, “Wait.” He climbed out of bed and slipped on some jeans. “I’ll go get rid of them.”
Grinning, I nodded and admired his gorgeous, big build as he walked towards the door. He opened it only a little so no one could see in.
“Dusty, what’s up?”
“Get Eve in the shower. I’m taking her out for an early breakfast before she goes to work.”
“I’ll be ready in ten,” I called, then laughed when I heard Kayson’s deep sigh.
“Meet you downstairs,” Dusty replied before Kayson shut the door, and I flung the blankets back, climbing out of bed. I quickly rushed into the bathroom and used the toilet before Kayson entered to turn on the shower.
He smirked. “If we have one together, it’ll be longer than ten, so you go first. I’ll play a game while I wait.”
I kissed his jaw and stepped into the shower. “Thanks, honey.”
He winked. “Welcome, sweetheart.” His gaze ran down and up my body.
Laughing, I shoved his face back. “Tonight.”
His grin made my heart stumble. “You should just move your things in here. Think about it,” he said before closing the door to the shower and walking out of the bathroom like he hadn’t just blown my mind.
He wanted me to move in with him.
Wasn’t that too soon?
You’ve been dancing around each other for years.
But he didn’t know everything. I’d never told him about the parents. And what happened if I did move all my things in and he grew bored of me?
Stop it, dickhead.
I promised myself I wouldn’t think like that again.
It was going to be a hard process—to adjust the way I’d always thought—but it would be worth it. I’d continue this internal struggle until it eventually stopped. The outcome of staying strong with Kayson would be worth it.
After showering, I dressed in the clean clothes I brought in here for my sleepover.
But now he was asking for full-time sleepovers.
My stomach fluttered and heart stumbled.
Smiling, I removed the towel from my hair and went over to where he sat on the couch. He was blessed with one of the biggest rooms for his gaming set-up. It would be nice to have more space like this in our room.
Our room.
It wouldn’t be just his, but ours.
Gripping the towel in front of me, I asked, “Are you asking me to move into your room?” I awkwardly laughed. “I did hear that, right?”
He put his controller down and stood, coming up to me. He took my towel from my hands and grinned. “That’s exactly what you heard. But don’t answer now. Take the day to make sure you could put up with me every night.”
I scoffed. “It’s more like if you can put up with me and my things lying around.”
He cupped the back of my head and drew me in. “Always.” He kissed me firmly before saying, “Have a good breakfast, sweetheart.” Then he walked by me, with my towel, into the bathroom.
I blinked.
He wanted me in his space.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, my smile amping up to a megawatt one.
* * *
“He asked you to move into his room,” Dusty exclaimed.
“Shhh,” I said, looking around at the other customers in the café. Dusty waved me off, not caring who was around listening.
“I think this is amazing. You two have been dancing around each other for years.” She reached across the table and took my hand. “Seriously, babe, I haven’t seen you so happy in a long time.”
I shrugged. Sitting back in the seat, I smiled. “Things are going well. I’m trying to not listen to the part of my brain that’s a negative nelly, and I warned Kayson there’d be times when she wins.”
“What did he say?”
“He’s with me no matter what.” I groaned in annoyance at how smitten I sounded. “That man has turned me into a marshmallow.”
Dusty laughed. She pushed her empty plate to the side. “I don’t think it’s just from Quake,” she said softly.
“What do you mean?”
“Eve” was all she said, brows high, her tone pointed.
I knew what she meant.
Rommy.
She’d touched my heart in ways I never expected.
I loved having her around. I loved seeing her and Kayson interact. I loved her laugh and everything she said because I never knew what was going to come out of her mouth next.
She’s so sweet and funny and also strong and fierce.
She was under my skin in a way I’d never felt before with any other woman.
Rommy was special.
She made me warm and relaxed. So much so, it was easy to switch off my brain when she was around. A lot like I managed when I was with Kayson.
“You’re talking about Rommy.”
Dusty nodded. “Yeah.”
Sighing, I rubbed a hand over my face and tucked some of my hair behind my ear while I thought of a way to explain myself, but I was coming up blank.
“Do you notice Rommy’s very affectionate?”
Snorting, I nodded. “Of course. It’s not hard to miss.” She was always touching and leaning or hugging against Kayson and me.
“Okay, so you don’t mind she’s like that with Quake?”
I jerked my head back, eyes widening as my pulse raced. It had never crossed my mind.
Why hadn’t it?
If it were anyone else—if one of the club girls rubbed themselves up against Kayson or hugged or brushed their hand over him—I’d see red. I’d tell them to back off, and yet, with Rommy it was… normal?
Dusty laughed lightly. “What’s going through your mind?”
I sat back but then leaned forward. “Why haven’t I been jealous?” Why did I like sharing my time with the both of them together?
Why did the thought of Rommy going home feel like my chest caved in and the only person keeping me whole was Kayson?
Would he miss her?
“Dusty….”
“You two have bonded in a way that’s different to your friendship with me and the other women. I love that you have something special with Rommy. She’s an amazing woman. But maybe think about the type of connection it is. Could it be more than friendship?”
I scoffed, snorted, then laughed. “What? No. No. I’ve never…. I wouldn’t cheat on Kayson. Ever.”
She shook her head. “That’s not what I’m saying. I know you’d never leave Quake. You two are committed completely. But there’s nothing wrong with adding a third.”
“What?” I breathed.
A third?
Huh?
“No. I… no. That’s like cheating.”
“It’s not. Did Rommy ever tell you about her friend Josie who’s married to two bikers, Pick and Billy? It does happen, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“I’m not into women,” I told her.
I wasn’t. Never had it crossed my mind either.
And yet the image of Rommy smiling at me as she leaned in—
Whoa. What the fuck?
“Sorry if this is freaking you out,” Dusty said softly. “I just wanted to bring it up before Rommy leaves. I’d never want you to regret anything. I always feared that with you and Quake. Though, that’s sorted now.” She gave me a tight-lipped smile. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
She shouldn’t have.
I never would have considered that three people in a relationship could be happy. That was absurd. Crazy.
“Don’t worry about it,” I told her. “It’s not like that for us. Kayson and I are just close friends with Rommy.”
Dusty nodded. “Okay, yeah. Now, do you have time for another coffee, or do you need to get back for work?”
I pulled out my phone and saw the time. “I should get back.” Standing, I asked, “Another time?”
“Always.” Dusty smiled. “And you know I’m here for you, Eve. For anything.”
“I know. You know I appreciate you and the other old ladies.”
She bumped into my hip as we walked out. “We know.”
When we got back to the compound, I quickly went to my room and dressed in a classy, knee-length dress and heels.
The store I worked in was more upper-class fashion, so I had to make sure I looked decent.
I applied a small amount of make-up and headed downstairs to see if Rommy was in the common room.
I found her there sitting with a very pregnant Raya and Raya’s sister, Wrenley.
Swallowing thickly, I ignored the extra beat to my heart and made my way over.
Rommy waved her hands around while she talked. Until she settled down so she could rub Raya’s stomach. The woman was going to pop out her and Death’s baby any day now.
“Hey,” I called.
“Eve!” Rommy exclaimed, jumping up from the couch and running over to wrap me up in a hug.
My ears rang from how hard the blood rushed through me.
She tipped her head back and beamed up at me. “How was breakfast?”
“Kayson tell you?”
“Yep. Then I beat him at a couple of games before I came down here.” She moved back, and we walked over to the couch.
“How have you been, Eve?” Wrenley asked.
“Good.” I smiled.
“Aww, look at that smile. She’s so in love with Quake,” Rommy teased.
I wrapped an arm around her to cover her mouth. “We’re going. You two take care. And I know I’ve said it a million times, but I want to know as soon as you’re in labour, Raya.”
“Wrenley has a list on who to text. The waiting room will be full.”
“Just like when Dusty had Seth.”
Raya nodded. “But hopefully Leland won’t nearly pass out like Country did.”
Grinning, I held up my crossed fingers. “Later, ladies.”
“Bye,” Wrenley said.
“Have fun,” Raya called.
Hand in hand, Rommy and I started walking towards the door, like it was the most natural action in the world. Like we’d done it a billion times instead of the few we had. Only this time, my heart stumbled. “Are you sure you won’t get bored?”
“Quake said if I do, he’ll pick me up. But I doubt it. I haven’t shopped the trillion times Mum has.”
See, knowing Kayson would pick Rommy up and they’d be alone and Rommy would probably touch him in some way didn’t bother me.
Did that make me a bad person for not being jealous?
I glanced down at Rommy as she rambled on about the food she wanted to try at the shopping mall.
It was so easy to hold her hand as we walked. We’d done it many times over the weeks.
She’s really pretty.
Gorgeous long, dark hair, stunning dark blue eyes with what looks like a black ring around the outer edge. A cute, pert nose, and a body that was sexy and strong.
Yes, I was on the shorter side, but nothing like Rommy.
It always surprised me at how someone so tiny was as lethal as she was.
Was I attracted to Rommy?
Could I picture kissing or touching her?
My body warmed as my belly fluttered.
What did that mean?
And what did Kayson think of Rommy? I knew they got along, but was he attracted to her?
Blowing out a breath, I shook my head as I told myself that figuring it out wasn’t magically going to happen in seconds. I might not even have all the answers before she left for Australia.
We were oceans apart. She loved her home, and I loved mine.
I couldn’t ask her to stay and put her life on hold just so we could spend more time together so we could work out where this was going.
What I did know was that Rommy was our friend, and we needed to enjoy the time she still had with us without putting more pressure on ourselves.
Besides, I doubted Rommy was into Kayson and me.
She was just a loving and affectionate person.
With everyone.
Right?