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  “It was one of the most pleasurable sensations I’ve even experienced, having her lie between us like that, all that softness sandwiched between wiry muscle,” Kit said, continuing to reel her in. She’d seen pictures of Ross from way back, before they met, when his hair flowed halfway down his back, but she imagined him much as he was now. Kit too appeared as he was, or at least how she’d glimpsed him last night: lean, lightly muscled and perfectly clean-shaven. Currently, a fine shadow covered his jaw.

  “You didn’t touch each other?” she asked, still submerged, imagining four hands caressing her body.

  “No. It was all about her.” Kit tapped his steepled fingers to his chin. “It involved a whole lot of wriggling as I recall, negotiating with sleeping bag zips and limbs going everywhere, and Ross and I trying not to inadvertently end up in the middle or put our mitts in the wrong place. I think we might have thrown our rucksacks into the porch if we’d been thinking well enough, just so that we could have stretched out properly, but none of us were demonstrating all that much brain power.”

  Too much blood flowing elsewhere, Evie thought, picturing the smooth contoured lines of three naked bodies pressed together. There didn’t seem much space for rational thinking. Her gaze strayed down Kit’s body, following the path his hand had taken just a moment before to where it now lay against his thigh, failing to conceal the swell of his cock. Assuming he was trying to hide it, which given Kit’s previous record, she seriously doubted. If she muttered a few magic words, such as “please” and “unzip”, he’d probably oblige without missing a single beat of the story.

  “Of course, we both wanted her, and neither of us was all that eager to sit back and wait our turn. She’d started with Ross, but then I’d been invited in.”

  She didn’t imagine them arguing, but silently locking horns, in a very underplayed, masculine contest to see who was top dog. Neither man won, exactly.

  “She kept pressing against me. Pressing and pressing. Really getting off on my cock being up against her bottom. So, when Ross rolled over and she straddled him, I got on my knees behind her.”

  “You didn’t!” Evie clamped both hands across her mouth. Damn, she hadn’t meant to blurt that out loud.

  Kit’s eyebrows shot upwards. “Didn’t what, Evie? Get onto my knees, or are you pre-empting the story?”

  “You did?” she said and apprehensively pressed her teeth back into the groove in her already bruised lip. “Oh, my god!”

  Kit burst into laughter again. He flopped back against the arm of the chair and lay howling at the ceiling, until he had her laughing too at her own embarrassment. Awkwardly, she leaned over and tapped him on the stomach, perhaps not the ideal location, because his cock, which was still forming an impressive hump beneath his fly, gave an appreciative little jerk.

  Still beaming, he sat up. “God, you’re incredible! Do you really think we’d do DP with a complete stranger? I thought you knew Ross.”

  “You’re making this up?” Shock, followed by rage, relief and a bitter hint of disappointment caused her to gape at him.

  Kit looked up at her from beneath his brows then slowly shook his head. “Nah, it actually happened. Crazy, I know. But I swear it’s the goddamned truth. Bet you didn’t know Ross had such a wild past.”

  In her experience there were only two places Ross got wild: in the bedroom and in a downpour. “Was it raining?” she asked. Although she guessed Ross hadn’t really been all that instrumental in the kinkier aspects of this liaison.

  “Don’t recall,” huffed Kit, still wheezing slightly from laughing. “Actually, now that you mention it, it may have been.”

  The gentle thumping of raindrops against the canvas dome drew Evie back into the scene. Ross lay on his back, almost invisible beneath the naked girl straddling his lap. He remained recognizably Ross, though. His long legs darkly furred, and his blunt-tipped fingers held tight to his lover’s hips, in the same way he often held Evie. Kit—Kit straddled Ross’s legs, his cock risen and pressed tight to his stomach already shiny with precome. His gaze focused entirely upon the girl’s bobbing bottom, over which he ran his hands in repetitive circles, his thumbs delving into the dimpled crease.

  “What did you use for lube?” she asked.

  Kit’s jaw dropped in astonishment. “Good god, woman! Talk about practicalities.”

  “Well, if I’m going to be spun a tale. I’d like it to be believable, and I’ve heard it’s painful without.”

  He was on her immediately, making her realize that had been a titbit of information she’d have been wiser not to impart. “Meaning you don’t actually know?”

  “No. I don’t.” Evie sat on her hands, waiting for a follow-up question. At the least she expected him to ask how come. Anal seemed to be all the rage these days, if lifestyle mags and some of her friends were to be believed. Personally, she’d never felt any burning need to have a cock thrust up her bottom. She shook her head. Post Queer as Folk, she wondered if women were taking it up the arse as some topsy-turvy measure to be part of something they couldn’t.

  “They were fucking pretty hard.” Kit took up the story from where he’d left off, leaving her to blush, and feel prudish and resentful. “I put my hand on her bottom just to let them know I was there and up for some action too, and they both slowed down, which I took as an invitation to go ahead. Being young, we didn’t have any lube, because that’s what you normally use when you can’t get her excited enough, isn’t it, and naturally Ross and I considered ourselves talented enough to not need such aids. Luckily, we did have some cooking oil, which went everywhere and made a god-awful mess of the sleeping bags because the buggers wouldn’t keep still while I was pouring. Still, it did the trick.”

  Evie felt herself in Kit’s body at that moment, poised and ready, slippery with oil, the coating of which glistened upon his skin. Simultaneously, hesitancy threatened to cripple her. More rode on this moment than simply the fulfilment of a fantasy. Would he and Ross still be smiling in the morning, or would the aftershocks put dents in their solid friendship?

  “I think I was more nervous than she was.”

  The fantasy continued as she pictured him pressing forward, expecting resistance.

  “I think she’d done it before, because I slipped inside without any trouble. Actually, I wondered if she hadn’t sought us both out deliberately and that this had been what she was after from the start. Certainly, she was on fire. She pushed back onto me, impaling herself to the hilt, while I was trying to be considerate and taking it slow.

  “Fucking arse is not the same as conventional sex. Don’t let anyone tell you it is,” he mused. “It’s hotter, tighter. It’s a bit more difficult to keep control, and no matter how many times you do it, there’s always that little nagging voice in your head telling you it’s taboo, and that you’re downright dirty for even thinking about it, let alone doing it. As for doing it while another guy’s already fucking her, that just about makes you Satan himself.”

  The slide into Kit’s mindset gave Evie a curiously warm glow. Sex might make him feel guilty, but she’d swear Kit got a kick out of being bad. He wasn’t exactly being good now. Spinning yarns of DP sex to your best mate’s girlfriend while sitting in a derelict house wasn’t your typical Saturday afternoon, after-shopping pursuit. Again, her gaze fell to his loins. Oh, boy, was he hard!

  “Ross, god bless him, was whining and thrashing about. I know I was shaking. We had to fight to keep ourselves still and let her control the movement, and meanwhile, the whole experience is intense and novel in a way you can’t imagine. I mean, there’s this beautiful woman between us, and her arse is so sweet that I’m on a hair trigger, and every time she moves I can feel Ross’s cock like it’s butting up against my own. Every little jerk, every pulse, even…well, especially, when he came. In fact, that did it for me, feeling the pair of them come. Complete engine shut down. Nirvana. Absolutely fucking incredible.”

  Kit fell silent and for a moment, Evie patiently w
aited for him to continue the tale. Only when he turned his head and smiled did she realize she’d gripped his arm tight. Evie slowly uncurled her fingers. Thankfully, his jacket had protected him from nail marks.

  “What happened afterwards?” she asked.

  Kit shook his head. “Nothing. We hung out for a while the following day, and then Ross and I packed up and came home.”

  “You never saw her again?”

  “Nope.”

  Evie brushed down her clothing. Looking at Kit, it was easy to imagine him walking away from an encounter like that, but Ross… Her Ross wasn’t the sort to get involved in trysts and walk away without carving a great big scar in his psyche. Ross, despite his brawn and largely down-to-earth character, couldn’t let go of anything without mourning its passing. “It only happened that once, didn’t it?”

  Kit shrugged. “Whether it did or didn’t isn’t part of the story. If you want to know more, first you have to share. Fair’s fair, Evie.”

  Share? “I thought we agreed this was in lieu of rent.”

  “Chicken.”

  “I’ve nothing to share.”

  “Sure you do. Everyone does.” Kit leaned towards her as if to take her clasped hands, but Evie moved them out of reach. She didn’t want him coaxing her, and definitely not if it involved physical contact. No, Kit, was far too dangerous to be allowed that close. She leapt off the sofa and made a performance out of checking the time. Ross would be home by now, having finished his morning surgery. Time she headed home for their typical Saturday afternoon picnic of cheese, crisps and pickles before heading over to the Boar for a few rounds and a late fish and chips supper.

  “It needn’t be about you and Ross. It could be you and whomever you please,” Kit coaxed. “It could even be a secret fantasy. Maybe you could tell me how you discovered your fetish for watching guys jerk off.”

  “It’s not… I don’t… Much.” I walked out on you, didn’t I? Evie inwardly justified herself. Just because certain things were prone to pushing her buttons, didn’t mean they were at the full on fetish stakes. “I’m going home. Ross’ll be home.”

  “Okay,” Kit said, rising. “I’ll make my own way back.” He followed her into the hallway and held open the front door while she checked her pockets to make sure she had everything, including the car keys. “You still owe me a story though, Evie. I’ll let you run away this time, but don’t think I’ll forget.”

  She ticked the engine key towards him. “I don’t owe you anything.”

  He waited until she’d turned around before muttering, “Okay, we’ll play dirty.”

  Evie whirled on the spot. She glared at him, but Kit allowed his gaze to wander to where a robin sat perched upon the sacks of rubbish. “Bye,” she snapped. “Don’t hurry back.”

  After Evie pulled out of the drive and chugged off down the lane, Kit deadlocked the front door and wandered upstairs to his old room. Barely a scrape of familiarity remained; just a few patches of wallpaper and a threadbare rug, which he lay down upon and stared up at the hole in the roof. He hadn’t been entirely honest with Evie. It hadn’t been about the girl at all, only ever about Ross and himself. When their eyes had met in the darkness of the tent, and they’d made that silent pact to have her together, what he’d really been thinking was what it would be like to fuck Ross. No, they hadn’t touched one another except by accident on that occasion. Yes, they’d concentrated upon the woman between them, but ultimately, for him, it had been all about Ross.

  Ross’s hard naked body beneath him, the tickle of his hairy legs, and the scent of him that lingered long after sex. Yes, he’d seen Ross naked before that point, but he’d never seen him naked and hard, or anticipated that he’d look so goddamn magnificent.

  The erection that had faded when Evie marched off stiffened again, making his trousers uncomfortably tight. Kit unzipped and wrapped his hand around his cock.

  Night after night, they’d slept beside one another in their purple dome, so many nights cocooned in Ross’s scent, and he’d never dared act upon his desire. The girl had made everything possible. She’d opened his eyes to the future. Images of later days scrolled across his field of vision. Erotic patterns formed in the clouds beyond the hole in the roof, and in his mind, Kit rewrote the camping trip, removing the girl from the scene. He’d forgotten her name eons back, and the remainder of her faded just as easily. Instead, he bucked into the fiery heat and tight clasping grip of Ross’s arse. He held him, stroked his palms across Ross’s chest, and pumped his cock until Ross rolled his eyes into his head and came in fountaining spurts over Kit’s fingers.

  Kit’s hand stilled upon his own cock. He focused his efforts around the head, pressing gently into the sensitive spot below the eye. If only everything had gone as smoothly as his make-believe, instead of them pussyfooting around each other for eternity before making a move. That dance of denial had gone on, and on… Shit! It had to be three years.

  Three years of rampant fucking denial, pretending they were just mates and nothing more. Of course, every now and then one of them would reach breaking point, and then they’d both go out and get plastered, and end up picking up some poor unsuspecting girl, and bringing her home together, and giving her the time of her life. Not one of those women ever twigged that the reason for all that lavish attention was so he and Ross could vicariously fuck one another, because neither of them had the guts to act upon their feelings. Too afraid of having read things wrong and destroying their friendship. Too scared of being punched in the face.

  At least he hadn’t wasted time worrying over being gay. Kit knew sexuality wasn’t as simple or fixed as that. He knew he could get off looking at another guy’s cock, just as easily as he could staring at a pair of tits. Hell, once the whole deal with Ross had blown up, he’d even gone out experimenting. He’d sucked cock and wanked a few guys. Then, when out of the blue everything suddenly fell into place with Ross, it’d promptly fallen apart in a way that hadn’t just spoiled their friendship. It’d kept them apart for six bloody years, on opposite sides of the globe.

  Japan had seemed so easy. No connections, nothing familiar. No strings and easy peasy money. Kit hadn’t set out to become a host. He hadn’t set out with any idea at all other than leaving Kirkley far behind. He’d walked into the airport that day with a suitcase and a credit card, and ended up in a ryokan in Tokyo. There he’d met Tsuyoshi, who’d taken him to Cloud One the following evening and found him a job. He’d spent most of the first eighteen months of being a host steaming drunk. He’d blamed the job, but really that was an excuse and a nice easy way to blot out the memories of home. Then one evening he’d woken up and realized he’d be dead within another few years if he didn’t start looking after himself. He cut his alcohol consumption down to a reasonable level and learned how to pour drinks sober. The thing with being sober was that he could actually do his job better. The ladies liked him. He started getting laid again, not always in circumstances of his choosing, but he never let himself get too heavily swayed by the size of anyone’s purse. He built himself an easy life. No strings, no hassle… No love. Right until the grenade had landed—Flora’s death. A summons quickly followed, and he’d come back. But the darkness he’d flown remained. Boy did it remain, and sooner or later it’d all come tumbling out for Evie’s benefit, because people never could resist a scandal, or sticking their noses in.

  Kit let go of his cock, his erection gone. He didn’t know what he was doing here, but now that he was here, he couldn’t leave. This time he’d have to weather the inevitable storm. He’d been in Kirkley twenty-four hours; likely, word of his presence had already been passed along.

  Not that it mattered since he had only one single-minded goal—to get himself comfortably settled with the girl and guy of his dreams and spend a hell of a lot of time screwing them.

  Chapter Four

  “What time did he say he’d be back?” Ross asked, looking up from the remains of his recently demolished baguette. He dripped his
finger in the remaining crumbs and held it aloft.

  “He didn’t.” Evie leaned over his shoulder and sucked his finger into her mouth. She released it with a pop, cleaned, a moment later. “How come you took Whiskers with you this morning? I had no one to cuddle.”

  “Whiskers? Evie, you can’t name her after a brand of cat food.” He glanced towards the kitten, still curled up inside the cat box. “I did mention that she still needed a few more shots and I had Iris to appease.”

  “Fine, I’ll think of something else,” she huffed, leaving the table in order to scoop up the sleeping kitten.

  Ross scraped his chair back, following her route with his gaze. “I’m sure Kit would have given you a hug if you’d asked.”

  Evie eyed Ross curiously. He’d pulled his mouth into a somewhat sour expression with his tongue pressed to his teeth. “And why would I want to hug Kit?” The question restored his grin.

  “I never said that you wanted to, only that he was available.”

  So, he did realize his mate was more of an enticement to sin than was wise to leave alone with your girlfriend. Well, assuming said girlfriend had no willpower, which, of course, she did. Although, Kit hadn’t really tried anything on, he’d just told her a story—an undoubtedly fictitious story.

  Aware that Ross’s attention hadn’t waned, Evie concentrated on the kitten, afraid that her expression would reveal her inner turmoil. The panther and the pussycat, she thought. They’d both arrived on the same night, and both tugged at her heartstrings, if in entirely different ways. At least the furry addition to the family didn’t leave her heart pounding with turmoil every time they touched. She’d been buzzing from the contact with Kit ever since she left Rose Cottage, her mind still burning with his tale. What had he been trying to achieve with that story? She certainly couldn’t look at Ross in quite the same way, even if she had decided it was pure invention. Maybe that had been Kit’s purpose.