Rainier, Heather - Rosemary's Double Delight [Divine Creek Ranch 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “You okay, baby?” His protective nature was never far from the surface.

  “Yes.”

  Evan claimed her next kiss, erasing any resolve she had left. As his kiss intensified, she gave in to him, knowing he’d never hurt her, showing her trust in him. The throbbing in her pussy intensified into a hot, burning knot as Evan slid his hand down farther until his fingers pressed between her legs, through the denim of her jeans. Her trembling body responded to the pressure of his fingertips as he stroked her firmly. She felt another flood of moisture and her breath caught in her throat.

  Just a little more!

  “Feel good, baby?” Evan whispered.

  “Yes! Oh, Evan, yes!”

  She turned to Wes and saw the warring concern and lust in his eyes. She kissed him to placate his worry for her. Evan stroked upward over her clit and pressed firmly. Rosemary moaned loudly as the tension between her legs wound tight and imploded. The pulses sparking through her cunt seized control of her body so she moved her hips and rubbed her pussy against his hand, hoping for more.

  “Evan.” Wes’s voice was firm, then he kissed her forehead. The pulses faded and she clung to them as she caught her breath. Evan didn’t respond to his brother as he pressed heated kisses to her throat. He slid his hand over her abdomen as he ground his hard erection against her thigh. She panted as his fingertips slid beneath the waistband of her jeans. Her bare flesh shuddered at his warm touch, and she gasped in reaction. She wanted his fingers on her so much. But she wanted more. She grasped his forearm to stop him. What had she just done?

  “Evan,” Wes said, more forcefully.

  Evan stopped his advance, withdrew his hand, and rested his forehead on her shoulder. A groan escaped him and he whispered, “Baby, need you.”

  In a steely tone, Wes said, “Now is not the time, Evan. She deserves better than this, and you know it.” Evan glared at him and Rosemary was afraid for a moment they might throw fists. But Evan calmed down, and Wes helped her sit up and wrapped his coat around her. She was grateful because she felt a little fuzzy and light-headed. What had just happened? Evan sat up on the edge of the dock and abruptly rose to his feet and walked out.

  Rosemary turned to Wes and said, “Wes, I’m sorry.” What he must think of her. She’d told them she wanted to wait and then had allowed this rendezvous to go too far. Wes must’ve stopped his brother because he’d known she’d give in.

  “I want you to have your dream. Rosemary. You deserve it. This was a bad idea. We should’ve met somewhere less secluded.”

  “I understand if you hate me right now.” She was ashamed to realize what she’d done to them. She was a cock tease. It wasn’t intentional, but that’s what she was.

  “Never, Rosemary. Neither does Evan. It’s just…painful.” Judging by the tremendous bulge at his groin, he must have been in pain. “Let’s go find him.”

  They found Evan down at the cypress tree skipping stones. She was relieved he hadn’t left. He looked up when they approached, and she could see the disappointment in his eyes.

  He stopped skipping rocks and looked out over the water. “Rosemary, I find you impossible to resist. I’m sorry I pushed you so hard. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

  She touched his arm. “You didn’t frighten me.” What could she say to help him understand?

  Wes said, “Bro, it’s just another year. Let’s give Rosemary what she needs. Then she can be all ours.”

  Evan cast Wes a “fuck you” look, but then gazed into her eyes. “I love you, Rosemary, but you’re killing me.” He gave her a small smile and kissed the top of her head as she stood at his side and put her arms around him, careful to not press against him.

  “I never intended to be a cock tease. I should’ve behaved myself better.”

  “I’m the one who should be confessing to bad behavior.”

  “I’m glad you didn’t leave.”

  “Never gonna leave you, Rosie Posie.”

  Chapter Two

  Rosemary wasn’t even out of her car before Wes and Evan were out the front door of their house. She paused, memorizing this moment. It had been a long time since she’d seen Wes’s face radiate only joy in her presence. Before, it was always tempered with sadness and longing. Now his green eyes sparkled as he gazed at her.

  Prior to that morning, she hadn’t seen Evan’s dimples in years. Evan was always reserved, much more likely to hide what he was feeling and thinking. What he felt now was plain in his dark eyes as she sauntered slowly to the steps. The glimmer of desire she saw there did her heart a world of good.

  Stopping at the foot of the steps, she looked up at them. For the first time in a long damn time, she remembered what it had felt like to be their third, the one that made them complete. They met her on the steps. Wes drew her into his sinewy arms, and kissed her for the first time in forever, it seemed. His kiss was tender but tinged with a bridled fierceness, promising lovemaking that would bring her to utter dependence on him. She’d never hold herself back from him again after that happened.

  Tears came to her eyes as she thought of the patience he’d had with her and Evan. Wes’s kiss lingered, caressing not just Rosemary’s lips but her very soul. Wrapping his arms around her, Wes lifted her to all six feet three inches of him. At a petite five feet three inches, she felt like she was climbing him as she wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on tight. She caressed the short, silky blond strands at the nape of his neck, loving the way his arms felt around her. She sighed contentedly when Evan brushed her long, curly black hair aside and rained wet kisses down her neck and onto her shoulder, his work-roughened hands caressing her back and her arms. Finally, finally. Sandwiched between the two of them, something broke loose inside her, and the dam burst on an ocean of tears.

  Mutely, Wes carried her into the house. Rosemary wept as Wes sat down and turned her in his lap. She reached for Evan as he sat beside Wes, and he held her so she was lying across Wes’s lap, reclining in Evan’s arms. They didn’t shush her, just let her have her cry. Sniffling and hitching, she looked at them, and the agony she saw in their eyes renewed the flood of tears.

  Evan’s face crumpled as he cuddled her and shook with his own emotion. He held her like he’d never let her go. “I’m so sorry, Rosemary. So sorry for what I put you through. I can see it all there in your eyes. I can remember what I said, what Rita said, and how much we must’ve hurt you. I’ll regret that forever.”

  * * * *

  Senior year of college…

  Wes’s Christmas break was turning into a real disaster. It was the senior year of college for all of them. The last time Evan had talked to Wes on the phone, he’d said he had news for them. When she’d talked to Wes, Rosemary had said she thought something was off. Wes had attributed it to the stress of finals. Now they both knew what the news was.

  Rosemary turned to Wes and sobbed into his shoulder as soon as they were alone. He’d seen the devastation in her violet eyes, and it damn near killed him. He held Rosemary close and stroked her back as he watched Evan’s truck disappear down the curving driveway. Rita, Evan’s new girlfriend, sat so far over the middle of the bench seat she was practically in his lap.

  Wes had taken an instant dislike to Rita’s possessiveness of Evan. She’d made a nasty remark to Rosemary, insinuating that she’d have a catfight on her hands if she thought she’d be getting Evan back now that Rita was around. Evan’s surprise visitor had certainly taken Wes by surprise, and her comment had really broadsided Rosemary.

  Rita had excused herself to use the restroom, and Evan had turned to them as if nothing were wrong. He had a big, shit-eating grin on his face, and he winked at his brother. Instantly, Wes knew what this was about. Pussy. Rosemary had held out on them all this time, and Evan had gotten tired of waiting.

  “She’s really something, isn’t she?” Evan had asked.

  No, in fact, she wasn’t. Wes couldn’t believe Evan would throw away what he had with Rosemary over someone so tra
shy. Sure, her jeans were as snug as her top was revealing, but in the looks department, Rita was nothing compared to the angel sitting at his side.

  “Yeah, she sure is. So are you, asshole,” Wes had muttered, putting his arm around Rosemary when she’d started to tremble.

  “What? What did I do?”

  “What did you do?” Rosemary had whispered. “You stupid boy, what did you do? You ruined everything. You told her about the three of us?” Rosemary’s fingers had been stiff with tension and cold in Wes’s grasp. He’d felt her shaking against him as she’d quietly had her say.

  “I’m a senior in college, Rosemary. I have needs.”

  Wes felt the immediate need to kick his brother’s stupid ass. Evan had made a promise to her the year before. Now, with just a few months to go, he was springing this girlfriend on them.

  Rosemary had grown still as his insinuation struck home. “Stupid, stupid, stupid. I wanted to wait for our wedding night. But now you’ve got all the free pussy you want. I hope she rips your heart to shreds.”

  Right on cue, Rita had strutted back into the room. “Well, now that y’all got that little talk out of the way, Evan honey, I want to go dance. I want to meet all your other friends. That is, if you were ever permitted to have any.”

  Evan had chuckled like he was amused by her sass and said, “Yeah, let’s go, baby. Catch you later, Wes. Later, Rosie Posie.” Wes had felt the tremor quake through her as Evan had cruelly used their pet name for Rosemary.

  Now Wes stood on the back deck with his arms around her while she cried her eyes out, her dreams shattered.

  “Honey, his head is straight up his ass right now, and someday he’s really going to regret doing this. I can’t speak for him, but I love you, and this doesn’t change anything. I’m still yours. I always will be, no matter what.”

  Rosemary hugged him then pressed her fingertips to her forehead. “I know, Wes. I love you, too. I need to sit down,” she whispered as he helped her to a chair under the covered patio. “I must be in shock. I feel light-headed.”

  “I’ll get you a glass of water,” Wes offered.

  “Could I get some aspirin, too? My head hurts,” she said, holding her head in her hands.

  Wes retrieved what she needed, and she downed the pills with the entire glass of water. He sat down next to her and rubbed her shoulders. Rosemary sat with him in the porch swing as more tears fell. Wes’s parents had gone out earlier and were planning to stay overnight at a romantic, new bed and breakfast in Morehead. They weren’t expected home until the following night and didn’t know yet about Evan’s new girlfriend being down for a visit.

  The following afternoon, Rosemary called the house and asked Wes if she could come over. Five minutes later, she was standing on his front porch. They sat down in the den and had a heart-to-heart talk. When she asked him to make love to her, right then, Wes could find no strength in his heart to turn her down. He knew it was probably not the smartest thing to do, under the circumstances, but they were both hurting, and he gave in to temptation. There no longer seemed any reason to wait.

  After taking Rosemary to his bedroom, Wes helped her undress and made love to her the way only a man soul-deep in love with a woman can. What he lacked in skill and experience, he tried to make up for with tenderness and utter adoration. Wes did his best to love her enough for both men.

  They had the house to themselves, and Wes took his time with her. He talked to her, whispering love words to her, stoking the fires that had been smoldering for years between them. Drawing on every bit of knowledge he’d acquired on the subject, he’d done his best to prepare her, bringing her to climax after surprising climax, before she ever even saw his cock.

  When he finally took her virginity, losing his own in the process, she was so ready for him she came twice more before he finally found his own release. Wes lay there with her, holding her precious little body close, stroking her as she came down from the sensual high. After several long minutes, he carefully withdrew and pulled a sheet over their quickly cooling, sweat-soaked bodies. When he asked if she was all right, she answered him with a kiss as she snuggled closer.

  That was the moment Evan chose to barrel through his bedroom door, which Wes had unfortunately forgotten to lock. They’d barely even caught their breath, and the scent of sex was heavy in the air. Evan stood there in silent shock for a few seconds before his dark brows drew together over his eyes.

  Wes jerked the sheet to Rosemary’s shoulder. “What the fuck! You don’t know how to knock?”

  “I came to ask if you wanted to shoot some hoops. Looks like you were shooting something else, though. Wow, what a liar you are, Rosie Posie. Thought you said you were waiting for our wedding night. Nothing but a lying slut. Why did I waste all that time when you two have probably been fucking for months, no, years, behind my back?” Evan smirked cruelly before continuing, “Well, now is as good a time as any to tell you the good news. Rita and I are getting married after graduation. You can go back to fucking now.”

  Evan turned and slammed the door behind him, but not before Wes heard Rita’s irritating laughter from the hallway. Rosemary cringed as Evan also slammed the front door on their way out. At least they hadn’t stayed.

  Wes held her trembling body in his arms. “I’m so sorry, honey. I should’ve remembered to lock the door.”

  Rosemary put her hands over her face and sobbed until she was hoarse. Wes soothed her, but he couldn’t find it in his heart to feel bad for making love to her. Sinking into her honeyed heat had been the most amazing, satisfying experience of his life. Rosemary completely captivated him with the way she responded, the way she touched him and loved him. All the waiting had been worth it to share that experience with her. He wondered, as he held her, where they went from there.

  Lost in the moment as he and Evan held her, Wes recalled that they’d done the only thing they could do. They’d limped through the Christmas break then returned to school. Wes had finished the final semester with flying colors. Rosemary had done the same thing, graduating with a bachelor’s degree in Business Administration. Rosemary didn’t attend Evan’s wedding, and Wes had attended but refused to be Evan’s best man.

  Evan had remained in Lubbock with Rita, and Wes had been grateful. Rosemary had devoted herself to the store and her uncle, proving what an asset she’d become to the operation since graduating. Wes had seen Rosemary on a regular basis but it had never felt right after all the time the three of them had spent together. Their history had been as a threesome, no matter how innocent.

  Chapter Three

  When Rosemary was all cried out, she sat up in Wes’s lap. Wes stroked her hot, damp cheek and said, “We’re together now, and that’s what counts, baby. We have a lot of lost time to make up for, starting now. I know there is plenty to talk about, but let’s start with the simple things. Evan is going to grill the steaks for us, and I want to show you the house.”

  “How do you like your steak?” Evan asked, patting her hip before he rose and went to the kitchen. She watched admiringly as he walked away. Evan caught her ogling him, and she smirked and mimed taking a bite. He lifted the plate the raw steaks were on and waited for her response, eyebrow arched in amusement.

  Finally finding her voice, Rosemary replied, “Oh! Medium-rare, please.”

  Rosemary turned to Wes, snuggled up to his muscular chest and reveled in his strength.

  “Feel better?” Wes asked as he took the glass of water Evan handed him for her.

  She took it from him and said, “Much better.”

  “That was bottled up from all these years, wasn’t it?” Wes asked, caressing her cheek as she nodded and drank the entire glass. Wes took her hand and said, “It’s been a while since you’ve been out to the house, and we’ve changed some things. Let me show you around.”

  After she climbed from his lap, he led her to the rooms they used as a home office and library. Wes had always had been an avid reader. Evan was more of a science ficti
on paperback kind of guy but there were shelves devoted to all their book collections lining every wall in the large room. A sofa, side table, overstuffed recliner, and reading lights filled the center of the room. A large, thick, blue and red area rug dominated the floor, in a swirling paisley pattern.

  The office next door contained two large desks with hutches, laptops open at both stations. Pointing at the messy desk, she said, “This is your desk.”

  Grinning, he asked, “How did you know? Did you see your picture on it?”

  She glanced back to the desk and saw the picture he referred to. The framed photograph was taken at BowieLake when she was sixteen. Her curls were wild and wind-blown, and she was dressed in a periwinkle blue bikini. All these years, he’d had a picture of her sitting on his desk.

  Ignoring the hitch in her chest, she said, “No, I didn’t. I saw the Darth Maul PEZ dispenser I gave you years ago. You still have it?”

  “It’s a collector’s item now, but it’s precious for other reasons, too,” he replied, kissing her. If he kept saying things like that she was going to blubber some more.

  Stepping over to Evan’s neat and tidy space, Rosemary saw something that nearly did make her bawl again. In freshman art class, their teacher had them experiment with plaster casting, and she’d cast her right hand for him, to use as a paperweight. She’d worried that he might think it was creepy, but Evan had loved it. It sat there, all these years later, atop a stack of orderly manila files. There were fingerprints all over it, like he’d actually used it on a daily basis.

  “You and I weren’t the only ones holding on, I think,” Wes murmured. “Let me show you the rest.” Wes led her down the hall and showed her the bathroom, which had been redone, and the third bedroom, which they used for a game room and home theater.

  Indicating an empty oak shelving unit with his hand, he said, “I added this especially for you, for your DVD collection.”