Chapter 15
EVE
Brodie’s big plans sadly turned into smaller—but still very satisfying—plans when jet-lag and exhaustion caught up with him and he fell asleep before Ethan had even finished filling my ass with his hot load.
They’d been taking the whole practice makes perfect rule very seriously, and I was all in for the experience.
Soft snores rumbled from Brodie as I collapsed boneless and trembling onto the mattress with Ethan on my other side. They’d picked their preferred sides of the bed weeks ago, and I was more than happy taking the middle between them.
“I need to shower,” I whispered, still breathless and dizzy. As much as I loved having them come inside me—or on me—I hated the resulting stickiness as it cooled. Showers were non-negotiable before falling asleep.
Ethan nodded, wetting his lips as his own heavy breathing started to relax. “Mmm, in a minute, Lilith. Let me hold you for a moment.”
I snuggled into his lazy embrace, pressing my face to his chest with a blissed-out sigh.
“How long do you think this is going to last?” I whispered with a small edge of fatalistic despair souring my emotions.
“This happiness and…comfort. It can’t last forever, right?
If people found out you were sleeping with a student, or if—”
“Why not?” he cut me off, shifting onto his side to meet my eyes with a slight frown. “Why can’t this last forever?”
My mouth went dry as I studied his gaze, realizing he was dead serious. “Because…this isn’t normal. Is it?”
His lips pursed with a hint of frustration. “Why would you ever want to be normal, Lilith? I fully intend for this to last forever, regardless of what other people might think.”
My throat tightened with the gravity of the situation, which seemed altogether too intense while his cum was leaking out of my back door. “Why?” I asked in a small voice, betraying all my insecurities all at once.
He recognized it, because of course he did, and he smoothed a big hand over my hair as he pulled me in for a soft kiss.
“Because I love you, Lilith. Eve. I wouldn’t want my happily-ever-after to turn out any other way, and the fact that I can share you with my found family only sweetens the deal.
I won’t ever make you choose, babe, as long as you never want to. ”
Shock froze my tongue as his words sank into the dry earth of my soul like the first rain after a drought. He loved me? He loved me…
My eyes heated as tears threatened, and I choked back the urge to bawl. “You love me?” I needed to hear it again. I needed to believe him.
He threaded his fingers into my hair, bringing our faces level so our eyes could lock together.
“I love you more than anyone else on this Earth. The things I would do just to make you smile could see me locked up for life, and I don’t care.
You complete me, Evelyn…you complete us.
I know Brodes feels the same, and I know you do too…
” He quirked a brow like he was challenging me to deny it.
I never would.
“I love you too,” I whispered in a choked voice, then kissed him with all the overwhelming, unfamiliar joy those words created in my chest. He kissed me back, always on the same page without me needing to explain myself, and very quickly our kiss turned into something more.
I found myself gasping through yet another mind-blowing climax as Ethan folded my legs up over my head and fucked me halfway into the headboard.
In my ass once again, since he didn’t double dip into the vagina from ass. My boys were considerate like that.
All the while Brodie slept peacefully beside us, betraying just how wrecked he was from his work schedule this week.
Ethan eventually let me slip out of the room to shower and I found myself grinning like a lovestruck fool the whole time I washed up and toweled dry.
It was well past midnight when I emerged from the bathroom, but I paused on my way back to my bedroom.
There was a light on downstairs, the glow radiating up the staircase, and I wondered if Haze was up late again.
He didn’t usually turn the light on though. He was more likely to watch TV in the dark…so who was down there?
A sharp spike of fear shot through me as I ran through the possibilities in my head, wondering if maybe somehow the gunman had survived being shot in the head by Lacey and had come to finish his job.
But that was obviously impossible, I’d literally worn half his brain matter on my shirt.
So I mentally scolded myself for being silly and returned to my bedroom to grab clothes.
Ethan was fast asleep alongside Brodie, both completely naked and gorgeous, so I tugged on Brodie’s black T-shirt and tiptoed out of the room once more. If it was Haze downstairs, I kind of wanted to hang out and see what he was watching.
To my surprise, it wasn’t Haze at all.
“Andrew? What are you doing?” I asked softly as I clocked his recognizable shoulders from behind as I reached the bottom of the stairs.
He flinched slightly, turning to face me and revealing the ironing board set up in front of him.
“Evie,” he replied with a tight smile. “I thought you’d be asleep by now.”
I moved closer, running my fingers through my wet hair. “You’re ironing?” I asked, frowning at the fabric on the ironing board, then belatedly realizing what it was. His grandmother’s tablecloth. “Oh. Shit, I’m sorry, Andrew. Brodie shouldn’t have…that was too far.”
He shook his head, returning his attention to the tablecloth he was ironing. “It’s fine, I would have washed it after using it for dinner anyway.”
It was a good point; he definitely would have washed it regardless, but that didn’t ease the guilt tightening my chest. “Still, that was disrespectful. Can I finish ironing and folding so you can go to bed?”
“No, thank you. I’m almost done.” It was a gentle but a firm refusal nonetheless, so I bit my lip and nodded.
“Okay. I was just grabbing some water.” I padded past him on my bare feet and made my way into the kitchen.
Haze’s soft reprimand still echoed through my head, and had been steadily building my sense of guilt as I thought about how many sly jabs I’d taken at Andrew’s cleanliness and desperate need for control.
I hadn’t been fair, and just because he’d been a dickhead toward me didn’t excuse me making fun of him.
“Can I ask a personal question?” Andrew asked, appearing so silently in the kitchen that I startled and spilled a little of my water.
“Shoot, sorry,” I murmured, placing my glass down and snatching a couple of paper towels to clean up my little puddle.
Except Andrew’s sharp inhale reminded me that I hadn’t put on any panties under Brodie’s T-shirt, and when I bent over to wipe the floor I’d just given him an unobstructed view of my still puffy and aching pussy.
Embarrassment flushed through me as I tossed the paper into the bin and whirled around to face Andrew. “Um, sure. What’s up?”
His brows rose, and he very slowly lowered his gaze to the way his pajama pants were now significantly tented.
That was definitely up, no mistaking it.
“Uh…” He cleared his throat, reaching down to adjust himself and make his erection less prominent.
“I wanted to ask you whether…shit, never mind. It’s none of my business. ”
“No, you can ask me anything,” I quickly replied, folding my arms under my breasts and leaning my butt against the counter. “What’s on your mind?”
He wet his lips, like he was carefully weighing the importance of his own question while studying my face. Then he puffed a small sigh. “Do you like it? Um, being shared by Brodie and Ethan, I mean. Do you enjoy it, or are you just doing it because they are pressuring you?”
My lips parted in surprise, because that was not what I’d expected him to ask.
Then again, I really wasn’t sure what I’d expected.
“Wow, um, did it sound like I wasn’t enjoying myself earlier?
” I tried to make a joke of it, even as my cheeks heated with embarrassment.
“I mean, I guess I could see how you might think…but I didn’t…
Um, this isn’t something I’ve ever done before, but…
” I trailed off with a small whimper because this was hard to explain.
Andrew just waited patiently, clearly needing to hear my answer without putting words in my mouth to sway my response.
Puffing out my cheeks, I shifted my eyes away from his.
It was stressing me out to feel how intensely he seemed to see into my soul.
“I have really strong feelings for them both,” I finally said.
“I’m…I’m in love with them both. The idea of having to choose one and hurt the other…
it makes my bones ache and my soul weep.
I need them both. And without sounding like…
whatever. Without sounding crass, the sex is phenomenal.
So yeah, I enjoy being shared in all ways. All the ways.”
Curious to know how he was reacting to my honesty, I shifted my gaze back to his face and found his lips pursed thoughtfully.
“Can I ask you a question in return?” I shot back at him, the anxiety of being under his microscope already easing. “Do you think you would ever enjoy sharing?”
He grimaced and my heart sank a little. “I don’t know,” he admitted softly. “Emotionally, yes. But physically? I’m not sure my own issues would ever allow me to fully enjoy that aspect. Maybe one day.”
I wet my lips, trying desperately not to let my disappointment show on my face.
I’d definitely thought about what it’d be like to have all of Bluebell House fucking me at once.
Or…one after another? Some combination; we’d work it out, for sure.
But with Andrew’s issues and Haze’s aversions… it was probably never going to happen.