Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(21)

She’s fucking breathtakingly beautiful.

And fun. I had fun. For the first time in years, I felt like me.

Being with her was even better than I imagined.

She’s so sexy and that dancer's body of hers can contort into all sorts of positions. Some were a first for me. How she didn’t dislocate a hip I will never understand.

I’m more obsessed with her now than I was before.

Eva wrapped herself around me as she drifted off to sleep last night and I loved every single hot minute of it.

What the fuck is happening to me?

I groan again and pull my hands down my face.

I was wrong to think this could only be a two-night thing between us. There is no way I can forget Eva. Not after what we did together last night in my bed.

Never. I was lying to myself that she could be a one and done.

Yeah, that was never going to happen.

I roll over in my giant bed to discover I’m alone.

I catapult up and look around.

Shit, did she leave?

Leaping out of the bed, I swiftly pull on my boxers and run down the stairs, calling Sam to wake him up. Not that he’ll hear me. At thirteen years old, my furry friend is almost deaf now.

As I enter the kitchen, I stop in my tracks, shocked to find Lincoln standing in the fridge's doorway, drinking directly from the orange juice carton.

Shit, shit.

I look around.

Where is Eva?

“Morning. You’re late getting up today, old man,” Lincoln teases as he continues scavenging about in my fridge, unaware of my confusion. “Could those be something to do with it?” He points to the tiny lace panties hanging from the kitchen cupboard handle. “And that?” He then points to the leftover champagne and strawberries. “And your two-thousand-pound suit is lying on the floor.”

Triple shit.

Thank Christ I put her dress in the trash can, or that would have exposed us.

“It’s none of your business, Linc.”

He laughs. “It’s good to see you’re finally trusting Tabby enough to bring her back to your home. It’s only taken you three years.” He closes the refrigerator door and heads straight for the breadbox. “Is she upstairs?” he whispers. “Her bag is still here.” He points with his head toward Eva’s bag that sits heavily on the kitchen floor.

She hasn’t left.

“Eh, yeah,” I lie, trying to figure out where the hell she is.

I pick up our clothes strewn across the floor, placing Eva’s panties inside her bag.

Lincoln grabs a croissant from the breadbox, then strolls across the room, making himself comfortable on one of the white and chrome leather bar stools at the kitchen island. The kitchen island I made Eva come on last night.

I groan.

“You alright?” Lincoln stuffs a piece of the crescent-shaped buttery pastry into his mouth.

“Yeah, I’m good. Tired.” I yawn. I am tired. It’s been a very long time since I pulled an all-night sex session.

“I’m sure Tabby has something to do with it.” He grins widely. “Sam’s outside having a pee, by the way.”

I nod.

Lincoln throws me off with his next line of questioning, “Do you think you’ll marry Tabby? She wants to marry you. I can tell. She’s all swoony, flirty, and shit around you all the time.” He bats his eyelashes, raising his voice into a high-pitched tone, clutching his chest. “It’s adorable. Although I haven’t seen her in a while.”

“Oh, stop it.” I’m never marrying Tabby. “And stop drinking from the carton. What have I told you about that?” I scold him.

He ignores me, taking another slurp.

“I think you should get more serious with her. You deserve to be happy, Dad. Isn’t it time?” He sprays tiny flakes of buttery goodness everywhere from his mouth.

I felt happiness last night. Contentment. Full-on contentment and happiness.

Not a feeling I am accustomed to.

But I feel it with Eva.

It’s never felt like that with Tabby. With her, it was just sex. Nothing more.

“Will you stop talking with your mouth full?”

“You need to de-stress. I know the perfect way to do that. Loosen up, Dad.” He banters with me in a relaxed manner.

This is the problem when you have a son that is not that much younger than you—familiarity. We’re more like best friends than father and son.

Lincoln continues. “So, Tabby. Let’s talk about that. Did you tell her about your eighty-grand win last night? I reckon she will love those dance lessons. Although, I, personally, would like to dance one-on-one with Eva. Man, she looked hot last night.”

He has no idea how hot she really is. Clit piercing. Now that was a hotter than hell surprise.

“Do you think I should ask her out on a date?” Lincoln mumbles around his food, considering.

Fuck.

In only my boxers, I feel hot all over suddenly. Guilt, that’s what it is, one hundred percent.

I look up to double-check there isn’t a flashing neon sign floating above my head with arrows pointing at me with the words guilty in giant-sized letters.

Sam saves me from answering by hobbling into the kitchen.

“Hey, buddy.” I crouch down, give him a gentle pat, and rub behind his ears.

Lincoln persists with his line of questioning. “Do you think she would say yes to me, though? Am I too young for her?” he asks with wonder as I rise to my full height again.