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
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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.
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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 fiction paperback kind of guy but there were shelves devoted to all their book collections lining every wall in
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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