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

Chapter 23

23

Evie

I don’t really know what is happening to my body. I feel light, happy, and completely satisfied. I’m mulling over the past twenty-four hours again. How much I’ve seen but not really looked at. All the not-so-hints Xander has given me over the past twelve months. I’m content in myself with them both, but can see lots of issues. The doubts start to swamp me like a tsunami.

“Don’t do that,” Kellen tells me. He’s watching my face, reading me like a book. “Don’t overthink it. Are you annoyed with me for not saying?”

I glance over at him, so gorgeous, so vulnerable at this point, laying next to me. Xan’s gone for food for us all, the twins for a walk with Betty.

“I was. I was angry that you’d never said I wasn’t enough. That you wanted Xander.”

He shakes his head at me, his eyes so focused on me.

“You were enough. You are, Kitten. Always.” He’s begging me to believe him. To understand. “Even if you had said no, I would still want to be with you. I wouldn’t have been with Xan that way. But Xan’s always been there. We always were together, just not exclusively so, and not on a regular basis. And certainly never whilst we have been together. He did his thing I did mine, but I’ve known since the first time I saw you in that club that he would want you too. He always did.”

He touches my face, pouring his love into his touch. “This, for me, it’s amazing. More than I could have hoped for. But know this Evie—it’s just us. No one else will see you or us together, and we’ll play it however you want inside and outside the house.” His face is a mask of seriousness. They’re both well aware of what’s ahead of us.

“Is Gabe upset?” I ask, concerned. I really don't want my extended family upset by our decisions. And family is definitely what Gabe and Levi are.

“Yeah. He, as you know, always wanted a relationship with me. But I was never bothered. So he bided his time and touched me when we were with other women, but he would have liked it to be just him and I. He’s upset about Xan the most, I think. You, he gets. Xan, he doesn’t,” he finishes flatly.

His fingers trace the veins on my breasts, leaning forwards to kiss my skin. “I can smell Xan on you. It turns me on when I can. I love watching him make love to you. I’ve never seen him like he is with you. Usually he’s so detached, cold and calculated. But here now, he’s all in, full of life. Fire and free. I love it.”

“You’re not jealous? That I love him?” I watch his eyes for any signs of concern.

He shakes his head, completely comfortable. “I feel happy. Do you feel jealous when I touch him? What about when you come home and see us fucking? Will you be unhappy about it?”

I shake my head at that and wonder how come I feel like that.

“I don’t know why, but no. I would be happy you’re both together. It’s a bit weird that I think that, but no, I wouldn’t be jealous at all.” I stare into his face, trying to make sure he knows I’m speaking the truth.

“It's not weird, it’s love. Xander loves us, is in love with us. We love each other, we all want the same thing. It’s everyone else that’ll be the problem.” His face changes to a grimace.

I sigh dejectedly. “I know, I’m worried about the twins. James and Bucky. I spoke to Jonno last night. He was fine. Said James knew and was also fine.” I put my head back on the pillow. “I’ll be mortified if my family gets hurt because of how I love you both.” My brain has started to spin out in a negative manner.

“We’ll protect each other. Look, don’t worry too much about it now. Let’s enjoy this time together and we can sort the rest later.” He smiles at me and my heart stops. How can it be wrong when I feel like this?

I touch his face, tracing his black eye. “Was it bad?” I say, kissing his eyelids.

He nods. “Got some stuff to tell you both, but it can wait.” His grin returns as he pulls me down the bed underneath him, his cock pushing at me.

“I’m going to put you both on rations, otherwise I’ll be dead in a week,” I say, laughing as he kisses my neck and nibbles my ears.

He slowly thrusts his cock into me. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

I laugh out as he groans and drops his head back.

“Liar,” I laugh. He’s smiling with me, loving me.

We continue our slow dance together, but he stops as the door opens. Xan comes back in, locking the door behind him. He says nothing, putting the tray down near the door and walking over, his cock starting to bulge in his jeans. Running his hand over Kell’s back and arse cheeks, smacking him as he goes, he moves up to me and kisses me, his hands homing in on my breasts. A gentle caress, featherlight, grazes across my nipples.

Kell stands up, pulling me down the bed. He drapes my legs over his shoulders and pushes back into me. We both moan out as Xan carries on, alternately kissing me and sucking on my tits.

“Oh God, Xan, do that again,” Kell groans out as he feels my muscles contract and grab him.

Xan bites and sucks on me, moving out of my reach as I go to caress his skin. He lifts his head off me and kisses my mouth, saying, “I can wait. Let him love you, Kitten.”

It’s the same phrase Kell used in France, but about Xander. Was it obvious what they actually wanted even then? That far back?

He goes back to my tits, heightening my senses as Kellen pushes harder and harder, calling out my name as we both climax.

I can hardly breathe. Tears are leaking out of my eyes as I lay spent on the bed.

Kell drops to his knees, opening Xan’s jeans. Xander is so dominant with him, the whole stance so incredibly Alpha. He’s perfectly magnificent, his body glowing in the daylight coming through the windows, highlighting his long, languid, muscular frame.

I see how Kell looks at him, with hunger in his eyes. I’ve never seen that look from them outside this room. Clearly they’ve done well keeping it for themselves.

I manage to stand, and reach out to touch Xander’s back, kissing it, biting my way across it, not bothering if he has a whip mark there or not. He likes it. I hear him hiss out, and feel him thrust more into Kell’s mouth.

He pulls him off by his hair and lays on the bed. “Evie, I want you here, and Kell there.” He touches his mouth for me and his cock for Kell.

Kell looks drunk as he kneels over him and takes him back into his mouth.

“Evie. Now,” Xan commands me. “I want you here, on my face. Now, Evie.” He pulls me towards him and smacks my arse. “Now.”

I move quickly and sit on his chest.

“Is that my mouth?” He quirks his brow at me.

Kell lifts his head and turns me round to kiss him. “Taste him, Evie, and get the fuck on his mouth for god’s sake.” He laughs, going back to licking Xan’s beautiful cock.

As I go to sit on him, he says, “No, face the other way. So you can watch Kellen and kiss him when I come in his mouth.”

I stutter at that and hesitate.

He’s watching me closely, missing nothing. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

I shake my head, but I can’t get any words out. What the hell is wrong with me? He sits up, moving Kellen off him, and holds me.

Kell comes to stand beside me, touching my hair. “What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”

“Come lay with us, nothing else,” Xander says, pulling me off him and moving me to the side, holding me so close.

Kell gets behind me. “What is it, Kitten? Are we too much?” he asks me, concern making his voice wobble.

I shake my head. I don’t even know what it is. I feel like a total novice. But I can’t say that now. Not after all the stuff we’ve done in the last twenty-four hours. But I do.

“I think I’m having a crisis of confidence,” I admit, laughing a bit. Or, trying to.

They look at each other, probably thinking now she’s bothered? N ow ?

I chew my lip, and shrug.

“Hey, no need for that,” Xan reassures me. “We love you. But we probably need to be more considerate of you. I’m sorry, Evie, you just blow my brains out of my head,” he explains.

“And mine, but you know that,” says Kell, laughing in my ear.

“Am I too much, Kitten?” asks Xander looking worried. “I know I get a bit overbearing, especially in the bedroom.”

Kellen starts to laugh. “You can say that again.”

We all start to laugh, but tears are leaking out of my eyes. Oh God, are my hormones running amok again?

“Jesus, I, I’m so sorry Evie, I’ll try not to b?—”

“No, Xan. I don’t want you to change. I know what you are. Or should I say I’ve heard and now seen a bit. I just think I got in my head a bit. It’s okay.” I touch his chest gently, roving my fingers up to his worry-filled face, resting my fingertips on his lips.

I start to lift my hand and move it lower, his cock still pressing into my stomach, but he grabs my hand, halting my effort. “No, Evie, you don’t have to. I’m good. I love having you here, both of you.” He reaches behind me, stroking his fingers along Kellen’s arm and across his chest. “Let’s get some food and we can just talk.”

“Did you say talk ?” Kell’s voice has a laugh in it. “Who are you? And what have you done with Xander Barclay?” He pushes at Xander’s shoulder while he pulls me away from him and into his chest, sinking into the huge soft mattress of Xander’s bed and wrapping his legs over mine, as if he’s protecting me from Xan. “Check his eyes, Kitten. Maybe the fairies have got to him.” He’s grinning like a lunatic.

Shuffling nearer to Kell, I point at Xan. “Can you remember the time he told Jude there was a fairy ring in that weird clearing in Rookwood. Jude stayed out for months. He’d rather walk an extra mile than cut through the clearing.”

“Well, he can’t talk.” Xan laughs as he rats out Kell. “He recorded fairy sounds from a TV show and we waited for hours for Jude to come and then played them. I’ve never seen Jude run so fast.” My mouth drops open as I scoot myself back away from Kell.

“It was you two?” I poke at them. “Jude went on and on about it for weeks. Asked Jonno and I to stake it out. Jonno bought him fairy dolls for Christmas for years.” I’m laughing now, tears streaming down my face.

My entire self—body, mind, heart and soul—responds to them.

Xan meets my eyes and his voice gentles as he spills his whole self out to us. “Do you know I’ve never held a conversation in bed with any type of lover. Ever. And it’s one of the best experiences of my life. Having you two here with me—in my room, at my home—it’s life.”

Things only get better as we all reminisce about the ridiculous tricks we played on each other, deepening the bonds that hold us all together. When Xan hops up and grabs the tray of food, I watch him with a positive glow growing in my chest. I steal food from their plates, and drink their drinks. It's second nature to me. I realise I move between them effortlessly. Showing affection and love in equal measure. I don’t think it’s a conscious decision, it’s how we’ve all always been. Only this time, we’re all naked, our souls laid totally bare along with our bodies. And it is the most ecstatic feeling in the world. Better than any sex, because this is love.