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

Chapter 26

26

Evie

Mexico City

This is a nightmare. All my fears are coming in one go, and I’m not sure what the rules are for the foreign press when dealing with kids. Maybe they’re not as respectful as the British and American press appear to be. Will they try to get a really close up shot of the twins to prove who’s children they are? Maybe I ought not be so stubborn and confirm who the dad is. Take a test. But we’re married, nobody else I know has to do paternity tests for every baby they have. But part of me is irrationally annoyed at everyone, myself included. I need Marshall.

“Midarlin’.” His cool voice comes down the line.

I start to cry. “Marsh?—”

I can’t get anything else out, he just sits and listens to me cry.

“FaceTime me, midarlin’,” he says. I hang up and call him. “There you are. Now I can see what’s wrong.”

I look into the face of the man who’s been there for me since the age of three. Moved into my home when I was fourteen years old and my dad did not come home, so no one could move me out. Helped me hatch a plan to get me to the Greystones without the authorities knowing I was on my own at fifteen, after my dad’s death. And there I stayed. They adopted me at sixteen just to be sure I could stay. An odd age, but still, I was a Greystone, always had been. All except the part that belonged to Marshall, a very big part.

We say nothing, just look at each other, trying to give comfort and support telepathically, but I keep sobbing.

“Where are my babies?” he asks me.

“In bed, and in a nightclub,” I choke out. The ridiculousness of that hits me. He grins at me. “Eating like horses,” I tell him, through my tears. “They’d give Crockett a run for his money. They’re going to be big boys. Two already are.”

“I miss them, I miss you. Are you coming home? I’ll be there at the end of June. Come here if you have to, to Ireland. Everyone is well here. Seamus is getting better every day.”

I smile. “I’m glad it’s getting sorted. Is Jonno okay? I miss him as well.”

“Yes. He’ll come home, but then I think he might come back over. He’s got a bit obsessed by some numbers. Things aren’t right, he says.”

“Oh dear, he’ll be like a dog with a bone then. I hope it doesn’t cause a problem for you.” I know what Jonno’s like when he gets a bee in his bonnet.

“I’ve told him to report to me first. I can decide if I want to do anything with it or not.” He pauses, watching my face. “What have you decided to do?” he asks as my head is spinning.

“Nothing,” I sigh out. “I’ve got nothing.”

He smiles calmly. “A good tactic. Sometimes, as you know, doing nothing is everything. You decided to do nothing over James, and he is everything. Actually, midarlin’, doing nothing is actually doing something.” He smiles his big slow smile at me. It lights his blue-grey eyes up, with the wrinkle lines creasing even more in his weathered face. His dark hair is too long. He likes me to cut it for him.

I smile in spite of myself. “I suppose it is, I just, it will, yep.” I stop and look at him and blow out a big breath.

“You don’t have to do anything. When we’re at home, people around and about know you. They will protect us. You know our community. It’s a tight one, midarlin’. Hell, we employ most of them.” He laughs at that, but it’s true. With the farms, the stables, the properties—most of the village is connected to us.

“I know, I just wanted more time, for us, to get to know each other again. It’s only been eighteen months, and I’ve just found Xander. It’s just the pressure. I don’t want him to feel it’s his fault, and I know he does.” Tears are lingering around my eyes. My stomach feels like a cauldron on a slow bubble.

“Xander is a hard man, he’s like a stone underneath that smile. He won’t want to leave you after just finding you again. I know, he told me when he called.'' I nod at him. “Try to keep positive, midarlin’. You know what’s right. Trust yourself, you know if it’s right,” he asserts.

“It is, Marshall. I know it.”

He nods. “Then no more tears, not for other people. People who don’t even know you. And if they know you, then they’ll be happy for you.”

I smile at him. “I love you, Marshall O’Clery.”

He grunts at me. “And I you, midarlin’. Always.” I start to cry again. “If I knew you were going to cry again, I’d have not said anything,” he laughs. “Go sort out those boys and we’ll speak tomorrow.”

We sit, smiling at each other, and eventually I nod and hang up.

I sit for a long time. I wish I could say lots of ideas were going around in my head, but there’s nothing. I give up on my non-existent musings, stand and take a deep breath, and head into the kitchen. It’s clean and tidy, the only lights on are the ambient lights from the floor. Xan is waiting for me.

“Marcus’s nipped to let everyone out. Tommy, Mick, and Jase are off duty for the night,” he says matter of fact, but then dips his head to gaze into my puffy eyes. “You’ve been crying.” He catches a rogue tear on his finger, bringing it to his lips. “Was it not good with Marshall? Do I need to tell him off?”

I smile at that. He knows Marshall is the last person ever to upset me.

“No, he was Marshall. So, no, never.”

He pulls me into a hug, rubbing his cheek against mine, adding his scent to calm me down.

“It’ll be fine, Kitten. We’ll keep you safe. And the boys, all of them,” he states confidently. “God, I need to smell you. It's a calmer for me.” He has his face in my neck. “I can smell James, Lochi, Sorley, Kellen…, you are a Pandora’s box of smells.” He's smiling and sniffing me, his blue eyes sparking out in the dimly lit room.

I drop my head back so he can access my neck and he runs his lips over my throat, making a noise in the back of his. “Just touching you turns me on.” He gently pushes his body against mine. “Come to bed, let me love you.”

He carries on running his tongue over me, and then kisses me, using his tongue to coax my mouth open. It’s erotic, sensuous. He’s so full of passion, fervour. The fire burns hot and near the surface with him. He’s a tinderbox, and I seem to be the catalyst.

Whatever emotion has been bottling up over the past few hours explodes, blasting me into the stratosphere. I pull him towards me, kissing him with an aggression that surprises myself. He growls deep in his throat, and it elevates the fire burning inside. I feel desperate. Taking charge, he backs me up to the kitchen units, opening the buttons on my dress. Which is very easy access these days due to feeding twins. He flicks the front opener of my bra and lavishes his tongue over my breasts while moving his hands into my knickers. I arch my back, pushing myself into him as he pushes his fingers inside me. We’ve gone from mild loving to full throttle in a heartbeat.

“Fuck, Kitten, fuck, I need to be inside you.”

His eyelids are half closed, as if desire is too heavy to keep them open. He pulls my panties down my legs and sits me on the worktop, pushing my legs wide.

“Lean back, Kitten.” He pushes my torso down onto the worktop and licks my pussy front to back, pushing his fingers inside me.

I’m so turned on, I can feel how swollen I am there. How much I want him, how frantic I am, how far over the top I’ve already gone. I cry out as he gently nips me, running his tongue over where he’s bitten me. He pushes his tongue inside and fucks me with it.

It’s not enough. Tonight it’s not enough.

“More, I want Xander, more.” I feel him smile.

I hear the key in the door and it bangs open then closed. I don’t even look up.

“Fuck me,” Kellen groans out, coming over and turning my head towards him on the worktop. Kissing me, matching my ardour. He pulls on my nipples as Xan is playing my pussy better than his guitar. Kellen leans across and sucks on my tits, running his tongue around one of my nipples and pulling at the other. I moan out and thrust at Xander.

“Yessss,” I hear him say. He grabs my thighs and pushes them up towards my ears. Kellen is supporting me, taking the weight of my body, and I feel as light as a feather, able to float off into the ether.

“Come for us, Evie. Let us watch you, baby,” Kell says as he starts sucking and biting my tits. Then he slaps them, and I groan out again as he slaps me harder and harder, biting and sucking as he does in turn.

It’s frantic. They push me to places I didn't know existed. Or maybe I drag them there. I’m not sure anymore who is leading whom.

“Fuck, Kell, keep doing that,” Xander commands as he grinds his mouth onto me, hard and intense.

I feel the tingles in my toes and gasp out. Xander can feel how close I am. I grab for Kell, raking my hands in his hair as he sucks hard onto me. I try to sit up, as I come, screaming, into Xander’s mouth. He carries on licking at me, soaking up all the juices. When he lets my legs drop, he pulls me up, kissing me as I’m face to face with him.

“Taste her,” he whispers as he turns and kisses Kellen. They’re so turned on, it’s super aggressive.

Xander picks me up. “Bedroom, yes?”

“Yes,” I say as we all move through to the master suite in the house. The bed is huge, an extra king, and it’s been home for two months now. We’ve been in here all the time together, but tonight feels different. More intense. Like I need them to love me, show me how much they love me, and I them.

“Kell, get on the bed, Evie on top.” Xander is completely gone. He’s commanding, and his need to control has blasted into orbit. I say nothing and Kell kisses me, his eyes blown open.

“You look amazing, Kitten. Ride me, ride me hard baby.” He drops down and pulls me forward.

Xander takes off my dress and Kell’s jeans and boxers. He kisses Kellen, and when I sit astride Kellen, Xan kisses me. When he moves to suck my tits into his mouth, biting at me and licking around my nipples, I arch my back, pushing my tits upwards and making him bite me more.

Grinding up and down on Kell's cock, his piercing moving inside me, the noise he makes drives me on. Xander moves away to pick up some lube and then I feel him behind me. He’s holding my body, moving me, touching Kell’s balls. Massaging my breasts from behind as I turn to kiss him. He has lube on his hands and he rubs around my arse cheeks, moving his hands to feel Kell inside me, and then up to my arsehole.

“I want to be here,” he tells me. “I want you to take us both tonight.” I nod at him. “Words, Kitten.”

“Yessss,” I hiss out as Kellen hits my front wall and I fall forwards onto his chest. He thrusts into me, pulling my hair.

“Do it, Xan,” Kell pleads with him.

Opening my eyes, I can see Kell watching Xander stroke his own cock, smirking at Kell. He pushes his fingers inside me, in and out, working me, getting me ready for his cock. He drops and pushes his tongue into me, and then more fingers. I feel like I’m going to pass out.

Then I feel him. He’s so big. I make a bit of noise, and he holds my head and neck from behind.

“I won’t hurt you,” he promises. ”Lean forward, baby. You’re so ready, it won’t hurt. I’ll make it amazing for you.”

He pushes gently in, and Kellen has gone slower, not pushing as hard. God it feels so full. They’re working together, one pushes in as the other pulls out, but it means I always have one of them inside me. Our bodies are alight, burning from the inside out.

I’m covered in sweat, but I want it all. I feel like I want to fuck their brains out, so I move myself and they both groan out.

“Yes, fuck me, I want it all, fuck me, harder.” I hear Xander hiss and bite at the back of my neck, his hand on my tits, pulling hard at my nipples. Telling me he loves me, how he wants me to love him, to fuck him. How much he loves Kell.

I’m lost to his voice, to all the pleasure they’re giving me. I want them to love it, to blow their minds.

They take their time. No one wants it to end. But Kellen has his hands on my clit, circling and thrusting. Xander has pushed Kell’s legs wide and moves his hands from my tits to his balls, and his perineum. We become erratic, Xander I can feel is close. I know I’m going to come. I try to push it away, but Kellen is hitting me again and again.

I call out, Xander pulling at my hair. “Come, Kitten. Let us feel you,” he commands from behind me.

My body spasms on cue, grabbing onto Kell’s cock and pulsing my whole body. I feel and hear Kellen groan as he comes inside me.

Xander smiles at us, and he carries on, harder and harder, into my body. I fall forwards and it helps his angle. He pulls my head up by my hair and pushes harder into me, his whole body tight, desperate to come. He lets go with a bellow, and carries on pulsing inside me.

My tears start to flow and I don’t know why. I feel loved and cherished, but I fall forwards onto Kell and sob.

I feel them both pull out, one of them picking me up and pulling me onto the bed as the other goes and runs the bath.

It’s Xander holding me on the bed, talking nonstop, touching nonstop. I just carry on sobbing, the tears just keep coming.

“Did I hurt you? Did Kell? Please, god, tell me we didn’t.”

I shake my head, and try to comfort him and myself.

“Shhh… We’ll get a bath, and sleep. I love you, Kell loves you. We’ll be fine, Kitten, you’ll see.”

Kellen plucks me from the bed and carries me into the bathroom. He slides me into the bath and gets in behind me. Xan stays out to help wash me. I can hardly pick my own arms up, I feel so tired. I think I’ve been running on adrenaline since the park.

“Do you think it will be fine, really?” I ask them both quietly. I sound so dejected. They both nod, their faces serious. Concern is pouring from them both.

Xander tells me, “It will eventually. It might not be pretty while we get there, but it will get better.” His eyes are telling me how much he loves me.

“We might become really boring, so they leave us alone,” says Kellen.

I raise my eyebrows at him and we all start to laugh.

“Nice try, Kell,” I say. “You could not be boring if you tried.”

They put me in bed and get in on either side. Xan has slept a bit this week, so he’s fine. I can hear them talking about the gig, security leaving me here. They both have their hands on me, some or all of their bodies touching me. I fall asleep first and dream of black tents, blue eyes, green eyes, all smiling at me. And I sleep, waiting for the morning.