Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(32)

She sucks in a deep inhale. “No! Please don’t say anything. I haven’t told them everything. Certainly not about the daily texts. Only a fraction of his drinking problems, too,” she says in a trance-like state, lost in her thoughts.

This is a side of Eva I’ve never seen before. She’s always incredibly strong, confident, and a blazing bundle of joy. But she’s been dealing with this Ewan shit all by herself. I can’t work out why she’s protecting him.

“I don’t want my family to hate Ewan,” she blurts out. “He’s the father of my children, after all.”

Ah, that’s why. Her boys.

She’s nice. Too nice.

“Your mom or dad won’t think any less of you if you tell them everything, Eva. You need to tell them about the texts. You can’t keep putting up with this all by yourself. In fact, I’m pretty sure your lawyer is wrong. What Ewan is doing is harassment, and the police don’t take that lightly. You need to file a police report. Enough is enough, Eva.”

I’m mad as shit. No way is her lawyer correct.

“Did he ever hit you?” I growl.

Without missing a beat, she answers, “No. Never. But he used to throw things, and I found that terrifying. His aim was getting pretty good, but he never hit me physically.”

That’s more than I wanted to know.

Fucking Ewan, I hate that guy even more now. I knew there was something super fucking shady about that shithead.

Reassuringly, I find the words I hope she really hears. “Divorce doesn’t define who you are. It’s a lesson. Not a very nice one and one that rarely reveals itself straightaway. But it does eventually. Over time, you’ll see. I know from my experience with my ex-wife, the reason she and I met was Lincoln. Lincoln was the reason. He’s the best thing to have ever happened to me. When I was seventeen and bringing up a newborn baby by myself with only the help of my parents, I couldn’t see it then, but he made me who I am today. He’s taught me so much about myself, about others, and he’s my proudest moment. And while his mother and I were never meant to be, Lincoln was. Your boys were meant to be. You didn’t fail. You brought two incredible boys into this world. You and Ewan, in that moment, throughout those years together, the reason for your marriage was them. You can’t change the past. You couldn’t have predicted your divorce or stopped Ewan from drinking. It was his choice. Stop beating yourself up because ultimately you can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped.”

Without warning, Eva gazes up at me with a full-on beaming smile, fiercely grabs my face, then plants a messy wet, smiling kiss against my lips.

“You are something else, Knox Black. Who are you? Are you some sort of karmic guru?” She weaves her fingers through my hair. “What you said was very sweet and kind. I’ve never looked at it like that before. You’re right. Thank you,” she whispers.

Please stay with me.

Eventually, I ask the question I don’t want the answer to. “What time do you have to leave today?”

“Around lunchtime. My mom and dad have plans this afternoon. I need to call Eden and get her to come and pick me up as I got a taxi to the auction on Friday evening. I will ask her to meet me over on Castleclay Terrace, pick up my car from my house, and then pick up my boys from mom and dad’s.”

Christ, she’s really serious about no one knowing she was here. Castleclay Terrace is about a mile from here.

I roll over to check the time. “I only have you for another three hours, then?” I want more.

“Yeah.” Her dimples pinch deep as she tucks her plump lips into her mouth, her eyes full of…? What? I actually don’t know. Sadness? Expectation? Hope?

Fuck if I know, but what I know is I want to see her again. I want to spend more time with this incredible woman who makes me feel things I haven’t in a very long time, and who’s woken up my deep desire for more. More laughter, more fun, more joy, more sex, ’cause it’s as sinful as hell with her.

But she’s never mentioned wanting anything further than this weekend. If this is all I get, then I’ll make sure I make it memorable for her.

Imprinted in her brain, so she can’t think about anything else but me.





Eva’s whimpers grow louder as I drive into her hard, striking the exact spot that makes her orgasm fast and furious.

She arches her back as if taken over by the exorcist. Her body tells me everything I need to know. She’s close.

“Ah, Knox, please,” she begs.

I slide myself out and in, delivering punishing thrusts. I can’t fucking get enough of her.

She tilts her hips, playing me at my own game as she takes me deeper and harder. I’ve been edging her now for the last twenty minutes, teasing her, then pulling out. Kissing her everywhere.

Then the ritual starts all over again.

I guide my cock all the way out, then slam myself back into her. My pulse speeds up, knowing we’re about to fall over the edge and beyond together.

“Oh fuck, your pussy feels so fucking good, Sunshine,” I growl.

The need to be closer to her makes me lift her legs over my shoulders. I lean down, meeting her eye to eye.

For a moment everything stops, like time doesn’t exist ’cause all I see is her. This beautiful woman before me.

“What’s happening, Knox?” Her turquoise eyes hold mine.