Thick as Thieves (The Greystone Family: Stolen Hearts #3)

Chapter 17

17

Evie

My heart sinks at the sight in front of me. Xander, wilting in the booth on the back wall, his head in his hands. Kellen, slumped in the corner, crying.

I slam the door shut behind me. Fuck this.

Walking over to Xander, who is just staring into his hands, I take his face in my hands and kiss him. Shoving him back against the booth wall, I straddle his lap, turn, and command, “Kellen.”

Holding my hand out behind me as I kiss Xander again, I hear Kell get off the floor and stand at the side of me.

“Fuck, Kitten, thank fuck.”

I turn away from Xan and kiss Kellen. I can feel Xander getting hard beneath me as he touches my face and runs his hands down my body over my T-shirt. When I go to move off him, he holds me hard against his body.

“No, stay on here.” His voice is a desperate rasp as he holds onto me, keeping constant contact. His eyes telegraph everything he can’t get out of his mouth. Joy, love, bliss, lust—every wild emotion swirls there, looking at me.

Kell is running his fingers through my hair, as Xander grasps a wayward strand and caresses it with his fingertips.

“Are we staying here? Together?” Kellen asks us both, his eyes going from one to the other, reflecting everything that is in Xander’s.

I nod, so does Xan. And we all look at each other, silently asking the unspoken questions.

Kell smiles at me, his whole being lighting up. His answer.

Xander’s broad grin widens as he allows us both to look into his heart. His answer.

I smile shyly at them both, my heart is full of love. My answer.

“I love you, Kitten.” Xander’s voice is full of awe and wonder. “God, woman, I fucking love you.” Hope and excitement light up his face as he leans forwards and kisses me on the lips reverently.

He comes up for air and looks up at Kell. “I love you, baby.”

They grin at each other, playing into some private running joke, before Kell leans down and kisses him.

Oh my God, I have never seen anything so hot in my whole life.

They both turn their faces towards me and I can see their eyes have changed, pupils blown wide open.

Xan places his large warm hands on either side of my face, the calluses on his fingers a delicious contrast to the gentleness of his caress. Resting his forehead on mine, as if everything in his brain, all his thoughts he wants to share can be telepathically transmitted, he holds me, entranced. But then he makes things very clear. “I want to love you both. Are you all in, Kitten? I know Kell is.” He’s checking and double checking, still looking to be in shock, like he can’t quite believe I’m here.

“Yes, all in,” I manage to get out.

In three little words I am throwing hundreds of years of convention out the door. Throwing myself to the wolves by sacrificing my anonymity and putting my life up for scrutiny. To hand that over to these two men, for love. To join them in a space where it will be us three against the world. I know that the love we have is strong enough to endure the onslaught that’s coming. I feel it, it’s a living thing in this room. It swirls around me, enveloping me. We will keep you safe, it tells me. Trust in us they both shout at me, their hearts and souls laid bare. History tells me they will, our history shows me they will—even though it’s laden with issues, we’ve always found our way back to each other. I feel free, optimistic. I have faith in them, faith in what it is I finally want. What will make me happy and fulfilled.

I stare at them both, my heart feeling like it’s going to explode, as both of them look at me, the hungriest expressions on their faces I have ever seen.

Xander speaks first. His voice a low growl causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up. “Kell, take her T-shirt off,” he commands, not taking his eyes off me.

I start to see the dynamic. Oh, boy.

Kell pulls the garment over my head. I never got dressed after feeding the twins, and I have no bra on. I didn’t think about wasting time on adding layers. Or was it because I wanted no layers between us? No barriers to what I had truly decided upon. I wanted to be stripped down to skin and bone, to be stripped down to naked, and for it not to be just my physical self.

“Fuck, I love these tits,” Xander murmurs and kisses each one, licking around my nipples, his raven black hair a shock to see next to my skin.

It’s the first time he’s touched me as a lover. His tongue silky and gentle, the softness of his hungry mouth, his eyes closed, the expression on his face is complete heaven. A warmth blooms in the pit of my stomach, travelling upwards like a pinball machine, hitting every major organ on its way to my heart, the lights flashing, the bells ringing on bonus points, top scores, highest score in this universe. Never to be beaten in this lifetime.

“Will I get more than I bargained for?” he asks, grinning at me, his eyes blazing. “I don’t want to deprive my sons of their breakfast.” He breaks the tension a little.

“Hopefully not,” I giggle nervously.

Fondling me with one hand, the other wrapped around my waist to bind me to him, his absolute confidence an incredible turn on. Then he lifts his face for Kellen to kiss him again. They’re aggressive, their lips fighting for domination, and I don’t think I’ll ever quite get over the sight of them kissing. It blows my mind.

I get a reminder of who’s in charge—Xander. He tugs Kell’s head back, biting at his neck, the growl to keep him in place so low it sends my lady bits into raptures. Kell's body is covered in goosebumps, his eyes wild, as he submits to Xander’s onslaught of bruising kisses. It’s much more aggressive than they are with me.

Xander moves his hands from Kell and down towards my skirt, and Kell fills the void of his touch, fondling me, sucking and licking. I am so turned on, I can’t concentrate with them both touching me. I don’t think I bargained for how amazing four hands and two tongues would feel.

I feel Xander push aside my knickers, avidly watching what he’s doing. He pushes his fingers into me, a gasp escaping from his swollen lips. “So fucking wet for us,” he says, then takes his fingers out, offering them to Kellen. “Taste her.” Xan looks drunk, his eyelids drooping down, his eyes hooded. I can't see any blue at all, his pupils totally blown apart.

Kell grabs his hand and starts to lap at his fingers. I’m transfixed as I watch his tongue lovingly lick them clean. I can’t breathe. Xander is panting. I can see his chest rising and falling at a rate of knots.

His besotted eyes come back to my face. “I need you to touch me,” he tells me, and I’m transported back to a really young Xander moving my hand onto his stomach and chest in the churchyard all those years ago.

He needs touch, and I oblige. While my fingers undo the buttons on his shirt, my eyes answer his call. I know he sees it, as he draws in a breath and pushes his fingers back into my pussy.

Kell bends me backwards a bit, and I arch my back, raising my breasts for him to kiss and bite. Our fingers entwined, Kell and I work together to remove Xan’s shirt. As we do, he kisses me deeply. And God knows what we sound like to anyone caring to listen, but I can hear their moans and growls and I can hear myself responding to them. My body is lighting up, burning like witch fire.

Xander shucks off his jacket and rips his open shirt off. Kell stands behind me as Xander widens his legs bracing mine open on him. Reaching forward, I play with Xan’s pierced nipple, and he groans as I pull at it.

“Harder, E.” As I lean forwards to bite and suck it, he holds my head to his breast. “Bite me, Kitten,” he demands, his face wholly deadpan, his emotion so intense he seems like he not only wants me to do it, but needs me to. I look at his eyes. His voice is pure sex, pure lust. It’s the first time I've ever heard this tone from him, and it’s divine. He’s staring between Kell and I, who’s stood behind me. “Make her come, Kell. I want to watch her face.” Holy hell, he is on fire.

I feel Kell drop to his knees behind me, running his hands down the length of my back as if I am made of silk, taking in every inch. I shiver as his big hands cup my ass cheeks, his thumbs brushing down my centre. Clearly my knickers are hampering his exploration, so he rips them off, handing them over to Xan who brings them to his nose, breathing in the scent that has poured onto them, before putting them in his pocket. His black eyes rival his hair, seeming to glow in the dimly lit space. The low gravel-like rumble starts in his chest, and I feel it before I hear it. Every sense has moved from defcon 5 to defcon 1 in response to that sound.

I don’t know what to do or say, so I use the same phrase I said to Kell all those months ago.

“Pair of kinky fuckers,” I scarcely manage to get out, as my brain is so addled. They both laugh.

“You have no idea,” Xander whispers into my ear as he wraps his hand into my hair, pulling me into his warm body.

He opens his legs wider and I drop down a little. I feel Kellen underneath me, licking at me, and I moan with pleasure as his fingers move Xan’s gently out of the way.

Xan raises them to my mouth. “Taste yourself, baby. You taste fucking amazing.”

I lick at his fingers, tentatively at first, staring into his eyes. The more they blaze, the more frenzied I become, and I feel him get even harder under me.

I grind down onto Kell’s face. Everything feels so intense. I can hardly breathe. But my soul is flying high above me.

Xander starts to suck and pull on my nipples, telling me what he wants to do to me. I can feel my pussy grabbing at Kell.

“Fuck, Xander, what the fuck are you doing, man?” His voice has dropped to a low rasp, as if every word is being dragged from his boots. “She loves it. Oh baby, yes.” His words trail off as he grabs hold of me and rubs his whole face into me, biting at my clit.

“Come for me, Kitten, let me see you, yes you like that,” Xan coaxes me.

I can hear how wet I am as Kellen’s fingers slide inside me. I start to come and I feel like I’ve taken flight, my body heating up and I am burning with it. My pussy spasms and I’m throbbing onto Kellen’s tongue. He licks me through it, while Xan kisses me, his lips everywhere, gliding across my mouth, jaw, neck.

I drop my head forwards onto his chest, exhausted and spent, but listening to the beating drum of Xander’s heart, beating out a rhythm of I love you .

He gathers all my hair up, cradling my head and neck against him. A gentle tug accompanies his soft voice. “Hey, let me see you. Oh, yes. You definitely like it,” he croons at me, confirming what he can see and feel. “Every fucking day. We will worship you every, fucking, day,” Xan tells me.

I try to move from Xander’s lap, but with Kell underneath me and Xander hanging onto me, I’m a captive. A willing captive, but also a captive audience.

Kell kneels at the side of us, his hand rubbing over Xander’s bulging cock. I join in—clearly I’ve taken to audience participation very quickly—moving with him to try to take him out, but Xan shakes his head at us both.

“No, Kell, I want to watch you fuck her. Are we staying here or going to our room?”

“Stay,” I say. “Can’t walk,” I gasp out.

He grins at me. “We’ll carry you, baby, but we’ll stay for a bit.”

He nods his head towards the bench next to us, pinning Kell with his eyes in a silent demand to sit. Kell settles in place as if in a trance, they’re so intune it’s a bit scary to watch. Xan takes Kell’s cock out of his dress trousers. Kell sits back as Xan wraps his fingers tightly around his cock and pumps it hard, lifting me off his lap so he can lower his head and lick at Kell. Kell holds Xan’s hair, running his fingers through it, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Xan lifts his head and smiles at me. The whole world stops at that smile. Everything is in that smile. We are in that smile