Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(71)

Painfully slow, he moves his hand over my skin from my neck down my stomach to my jeweled pussy.

His dark eyes turn black as he expertly parts my lower lips and with his middle finger, he circles my clit.

I can’t take it anymore. His finger in my back entrance, his cock teasing me and filling me up so good, and his finger playing with my piercing, I let out a low guttural groan that even surprises me. I need to come now.

“Keep your eyes open. Watch,” he whispers.

He slaps my clit and it takes my breath away. It’s sensational. My pussy pulses in agreement at how lovely it feels.

I pick up the pace, fucking him frantically as he continues to push his finger in out of my behind. He slaps my clit over and over, and when he bites down on the skin of my shoulder, I come. And it’s not like anything I have ever felt before.

“There you fucking go. That’s my girl,” he mumbles against my nape.

My inner walls pulsate, teasing him to come with me on this extraordinary never-felt-before feeling.

My orgasm continues to tear through me as Knox quickly pushes us up from the edge of the bed, ensuring he’s still inside of me, and tells me to kneel on the bed.

Pushing my shoulders and face down into the mattress, he then holds on to my tied hands with the other and thrusts in and out of me from behind. I push back, fucking him in return, and I scream into the bed as he pulls another orgasm from my body.

Spilling himself inside of me. He grunts, then stills behind me.

Panting, he finally says, “Fucking hell, Sunshine.” He slaps my ass playfully.

“That was unreal,” I say, muffled by the mattress.

He pulls me up by my tied hands, then loosens his tie, releasing me. I raise my hand up and thread my fingers around the back of his neck, then I tilt my head and find his lips. He rubs my shoulders tenderly.

“You were fucking incredible, Sunshine.”

This is exactly where I should be.

Skin to skin.

With him.

Always.





CHAPTER 16





Eva

I give my stiff front door a good shoulder shove as I unlock it.

Which reminds me, I must call a carpenter to come and fix it.

The beep of a horn signifies my dad leaving. I raise my hand and give him a wave goodbye.

From Knox’s, I went straight to Mom and Dad’s in a taxi to pick up the kids. Dad insisted I go in for a cup of tea, and then he would drive me home.

I lied again. I told them both I stayed overnight at Beth’s place last night, hence the reason for no car. They’ll never know, and they have no reason to doubt me. But I feel shitty about it.

On the drive back to my house, my dad was so nice to me, informing me how happy I looked and how he and Mom loved the fact I was having fun and enjoying my life again.

What a crappy daughter I am.

“Okay, you crazy boys, in you go.” I hold the door open wide. Hamish and Archie sprint past me, jumping over the threshold.

The low winter sun catches my attention as it bounces off something metal lying on the mat.

It’s my spare door key.

What’s that doing there?

I eye it suspiciously.

“Where’s the television gone, Mom?” Archie shouts from the living room. Shouting. It’s one of my biggest pet peeves, especially when it’s between rooms. Drives me nuts. Archie dashes up the stairs.

“What do you mean?” I struggle to lug the boys’ and my overnight bags into the hall. Dropping them all on the floor with a thump, I lay Hamish’s giant teddy he sleeps with every night on top of our mountain of luggage. The boys do not travel light.

Kicking my foot behind me to close the door, it shuts with an almighty clatter. It needs superstrength and force to open and shut that thing these days. Winter is making it worse.

Tomorrow, Eva. Get it sorted tomorrow.

Hamish enters the hallway. “A magician has been here.”

“What?” I shake my head, confused. “What do you mean, wee man?” I ruffle his hair, laughing at his silliness as I turn the corner into the living room.

“Wook, it’s all gone.” He spread his arms wide as if he’s The Greatest Showman. He adores that film.

He’s right. Where has all my furniture gone?

Where my television once lived, there’s only an aerial cable dangling from the wall. The cabinet has gone too.

It’s all gone—everything. My couch, coffee table.

Only a couple of lamps and soft furnishings remain.

Archie runs down the stairs noisily.

“Where is my bed, Mom?”

I whip around.

“What?”

“My bed has vanished.”

“Huh?”

Have I been burglarized?

Hitching up my skirt, I hurriedly run up the stairs, taking two steps at a time in a panic.

Scurrying between rooms, I see Archie’s correct.

I look around the rooms in disbelief.

The kids' beds are gone as well as their bedside tables. Frantically opening the integrated wardrobes in Archie’s room, I discover all his clothes are still hanging in place.

I inspect his room as I run my hands through my hair. Hamish’s is the same.

What happened here?

Confused, I wander around the room. My pulse is spinning; my heart is bouncing in my chest, and I unexpectedly feel like I’ve been sucked into a parallel universe where nothing makes sense.