Desire (13 page)

She moaned. Her fingers tightened on the flesh
of his arm. “I want you. I can’t deny it anymore.” She pulled him close
brushing her lips against his. What started out as a tame kiss soon turned into
a rough claiming of lips. Her cream soaked his fingers as she rode his hand.

Drake cleared his throat moving closer.

“Maybe I can assist.” Drake’s lips closed around
one beaded nipple.

Wendy tore at his clothes. Evan helped her by
throwing them to the floor. His cock was unbearably hard. He’d never felt so
turned on in all of his life. Her soft curves were too much.

Evan picked her up, pressed her against the
nearest wall, and rammed home. Her drenched pussy closed around him, sucking
him inside.

They both cried out. Her nails sank into the
flesh of his shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” he said, easing out of her.

“No, don’t stop. Fuck me, please. I need it.”

Taking her at her word, Evan pulled out of her
tight heat only to slam back inside her. Her head hit the wall as she cried out
begging for him to take her.

He wouldn’t last long. The feel of her tight
cunt wrapped around his cock and her cream easing his path were too much for
him.

In three short thrusts Evan erupted. The instant
his release came he was ashamed. He’d reached climax without giving her any
kind of release.

“I’m sorry.”

Drake tapped his shoulder. “That’s what I’m here
for.”

Evan stepped back as Drake took over.

Wendy looked at him like she wanted to say
something. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as Drake took over. Moving back,
Evan took a seat.

He couldn’t believe he’d been so lost to
pleasure that he’d not given her an orgasm.

Within minutes Drake had her screaming in her
release.

When they were finished Wendy walked over to him
and sat on his lap. He instantly accepted her in his arms.

“Why the moody face?” she asked.

“He’s sour because he lost control.” Drake sat
down next to him, reaching out to touch her.

She didn’t have the first clue how she affected
him. The L word was on the tip of his tongue.

“What is it?” she asked.

He cupped her cheek. “You wouldn’t believe me if
I told you.”

She chuckled. “Try me.”

“I love you.” The words felt right as they
rolled off his tongue.

Her eyes widened and she tensed in his arms.
“What? That’s not possible. That can’t be possible.”

She made no move to get off his lap.

“You really know how to land one in the room,
don’t you?” Drake said.

“Why? I love you, Wendy.”

“You don’t know me. Everything you’ve learned
about has come from a document put together by another guy who only deals with
the facts.”

Her argument was valid. Evan wouldn’t listen.
His feelings were real.

“I know more than what that file said.” He
stroked her hair loving the feel of the silken strands against his fingers.

“What more do you know?”

He smiled. “I know I love how your face
brightens up when you smile. The sound of your voice is soothing to me, even on
the worst days of my life.” Taking a leap of faith, Evan dived in. “You love
ice-cream. I’ve seen you buy enough cartons of the stuff to know. You hate your
job, but you’d rather do something you hate than do nothing at all. Most of
all, you care. It doesn’t matter who they are or what they’ve done, you care
about people. I like how you make me feel.”

None of the words he spoke were related to sex.

Tears shone in her eyes.

“Please don’t cry. I didn’t say all of this for
you to cry.”

She wiped her eyes. “I wasn’t expecting you to
say anything. I never thought you’d want me for all that long. Wow, I’m fucking
up here.” She blew out, laughing nervously.

“Can I …
erm
, have a
moment?” she asked.

Evan helped her off his lap. He watched her
leave and saw the moment she grabbed her cell phone. Tiffany was going to be
called.

Pulling on his pants Evan moved out of the room.
Drake followed close behind.

“You really put it out there.”

“I needed to tell her, and you can’t tell me you
don’t feel the same thing,” Evan said.

“She’s not ready.”

“And how long are we going to wait until she’s
ready? I’m not going to pretend to be feeling something I’m not. I love her,
Drake. Denying my feelings is a waste of time.”

Drake sat down. “What are we going to do?”

“We hope that Tiffany likes us enough to give
her some good advice.”

Evan glanced at the door. He hoped to God her
friend gave her the right advice.

Chapter
Fourteen

“He said what?” Tiffany asked.

“He said he loved me. Evan came right out and
said it. I think he means it.” Wendy held her head in her hand as she told her
friend everything. She sat on the toilet staring at the door. For some reason
she expected her two men to follow her.

“Wow, you thought you were getting two men to
fuck, and it looks like you’re getting them for life.” Her friend sighed over
the line.

“You sounded a little envious.”

“I’m just thinking about Richard and Mason. I
wonder if they’ll feel the same way about me or dump me the moment they have
the goods. You’ve got two great men, Wendy. You’re a lucky woman.”

“I’m not feeling lucky.” She explained about the
file. “I wasn’t angry about it. I thought it was sweet of them to do something
like that.”

“It is a sign of something. Are you seriously
calling me to give you advice on your answer?”

Wendy muttered under her breath. “No, I didn’t
want advice on how to answer. I needed to talk to someone I can trust.”

“Babe, I love you, but your men are going to
start feeling like they have a fourth person in your relationship. Think about
it, every time they ask you something, you come running to me. How would you
feel if they kept running to Mason or each other?” Tiffany asked.

Her friend was right.

“They’re brothers. They ask each other for
advice.”

“And yet when Evan fucked up, Drake was still
here. They are brothers, but their actions are their own. You need to figure
out what you want, Wendy. This is not something I’m going to help you with.”

Accepting the inevitable, she hung up. Tiffany
was right. Of course her friend was right, which was why she loved and hated
her with equal proportions.

She finished in the bathroom, grabbed a robe,
and then made her way down to where they were stood in the kitchen. Throwing
her cell phone onto the nearest counter she faced both of them.

“If you keep throwing your cell like that it’s
going to break,” Drake said.

Wendy frowned at him.

“What did Tiffany say?” Evan asked.

His words held the truth in what her friend had
said. Already she was the fourth person in Wendy’s life.

“She wouldn’t help me. In fact, she gave me a hard
truth, and even though I don’t like it, I have to accept it.

Both men waited for her to continue.

Running her fingers through her hair she tried
to collect her thoughts. “The truth is I don’t know how I feel about you both.
I enjoy spending time with you, and you make me feel happy to be with you, but
I don’t know if that is love. I’ve never felt this way about any other man
before.”

None of them spoke.

“What does that mean?” Evan asked.

She didn’t want to hurt either man. Was that
love? What was love exactly? Frowning at her own thoughts, Wendy started to get
annoyed with herself. “It means I need a little time. Do you think you can give
me that? I don’t mean time away from you. Just time for me to get to know
myself and what this means?”

They were well within their rights to kick her
ass to the curb. Evan had admitted his feelings for her, and instead of jumping
for joy at the news, she’d asked for more time.

Drake went to her first. He wrapped his arms
around her pulling her in close.

“I can wait.”

“Do you love me, too?”

“Yes, I wanted to give you more time.” He kissed
the top of her head.

She spent the night with them. The sex was
amazing, but there was also a distance between them. She saw the sadness in
Evan’s eyes each time he looked at her. For the next couple of weeks she
continued to be with them. While she was at work she found herself thinking
about them. She’d send them text messages just to hear from them.

Drake teased her while Evan was his ever so
controlling self.

Tiffany wouldn’t help her make her choice. Wendy
found herself thinking about their future more than ever before. Evan and Drake
were supposed to have been some fun, and they’d turned into something more.

They sent her flowers, jewellery, and chocolate.
She liked their gifts, but she preferred their company.

Her eyes had filled with tears as the delivery
man handed her a card.

Her friend sniggered as tears filled her eyes at
the sweet words.

“What does it say?” Tiffany asked.

“‘These roses pale in comparison to you. I’m
your ever-loving slave, Evan’. Drake sent something similar with his usual
quirk.” She folded the card then placed it on the side.

“You can’t keep holding out on them. They
deserve better.”

“They were only supposed to be sex,” Wendy said.

“So, some of the best things come from sex.”

Wendy picked up the card then put it back down
again and turned to her friend.

“What’s going on? You’ve got a stern expression
on that pretty face,” Tiffany said.

“I was just thinking something crazy.”

“How crazy?”

She stared at her friend as a thought started to
stir inside her head. “My dad lost the shop, but I was able to go to college
without any problems.”

“Yeah, so?”

“How was I able to go to college, but they
couldn’t afford the medication for my mom? None of my dad’s story makes sense.”

“What? You think Evan and Drake have something
to do with your college education?” Tiffany asked.

Wendy shook her head. “I don’t know. It’s a
little far-fetched a thought.”

“Not really. Ask them or your dad. You’re going
to have to speak to him again soon,” Tiffany said.

“Yeah, I will soon.”

She left their apartment a couple of hours later
to go for a walk. Wendy took the path that led her to her father’s house.
Staring up at the house, Wendy lifted her fist to knock. Her father opened the
door before she got the chance.

“Evan and Drake paid for my college education
didn’t they?” she asked.
 

“I’m so fucking sorry, honey.” He pulled her
into his arms for a tight hug. She went to him willingly. In that moment she
knew her thoughts were true. The two men who said they loved her had also
guaranteed her college education when her father couldn’t.

The tears fell thick and fast. She squeezed her
father tightly to her. “You’re going to have to tell me everything, and you
can’t keep telling me the shit stuff about Evan and Drake. They can’t be as bad
as you’ve made them out to be.”

She refused to believe any more bad things about
the two men in her life. If they were so awful they wouldn’t have made sure
she’d get to college.

“I’m stupid. Can you forgive me?” he asked.

Nodding, she followed him inside. Providing he
told her the truth she didn’t see any reason to remain bitter toward him. He
was her father, and she loved him. The house was still decorated with pictures
of her and her mother.

She followed him into the sitting room.

“I need to ask you something,” she said, removing
her coat. “How did you know you loved Mom?”

“How do you mean?”

Pushing her hair off her face, Wendy chuckled as
her father gave her a band for her unruly locks.

“What made you realise she was the one? The one
woman you wanted to spend the rest of your life with?”

“Is this to do with those two young men and your
sudden interest in the past?” Ronald asked.

“Well, they’re not exactly young, and I believe
it’s time you told me the truth about what happened back then. You’ve been
ranting and raving about it for years.” Her cheeks bloomed as her anger rose.

“I couldn’t risk you finding out how much I
messed up. I fucked up with the shop. Your mother told me we were going under
well before we did. My fucking pride took a hit. I refused to accept I was
failing. I’m the man, and I was supposed to be the one to take care of you and
your mother. That money those men gave us put you through college. I couldn’t
look myself in the mirror knowing someone else was paying for you. Evan came to
talk to me. He saw pictures of you and said everyone deserves to go to college
even if their parents don’t see it. I hated him. He made me see my own
selfishness. Your mother got sick, and I couldn’t afford her care until it was
too late.”