Page 159 of Blood Stone

“Snob.”

Roman kissed her and Kate clung to him, trying hard not to sob and spoil the moment. But when Garrett soothed her, his hand on the back of her shoulder, it was too much. She cried and laughed and kissed Roman at the same time and slowly the kisses and the tears morphed into caresses and sighs and the three of them made love again.

It was different this time. It wasn’t an athletic ballet of bodies and outrageous eroticism. This time the lust mixed with love and tenderness and the caresses were mutual. Hands followed lips and the silence was broken only by moans and sighs as the tension built.

Until finally, Roman settled over Kate and pulled her thigh high up against his hip. He slid into her and she moaned at the wholesome satisfaction it gave her to have his cock inside her.

Garrett’s hand curled over Roman’s shoulder and Roman closed his eyes, his breath shallowing out.

Kate saw movement above her and looked up at the mirror on the ceiling and saw Garrett was behind Roman, his cock driving into him. Her heart seemed to stutter to a stop at the sight. It was far more erotic than anything her imagination had painted. And it was real.

Roman gave a small thrust inside her. It was involuntary, she knew. Garrett was riding him, making him respond.

“Fuck me, too,” she whispered. “Make me come as well.”

Roman groaned and his thrusting deepened. “I won’t last,” he warned.

“Neither will I,” Kate replied, truthfully, for her climax was already blooming and roiling, threatening to take all her attention.

“Come, both of you,” Garrett growled.

She gave up on trying to control the pleasure and let the climax take her. It flowered like an iridescent display in her mind and nerve endings. Roman kissed her as she shuddered through the exquisite tremors and she felt his teeth just behind his upper lip, although he didn’t bite her this time.

He shuddered and grew still, a hard groan breaking from his lips, just as Garrett gave a similar sound.

Roman murmured something. Ancient Greek, Kate assumed.

Garrett whispered back. “But you can see well enough now,” he added in English as he settled back beside them. “A fool would still be blind.”

Roman shook his head. “How many years, wasted?”

Garrett pressed his finger to Roman’s mouth. “You had to go through it to get here, where Kate was waiting. It wasn’t wasted.”

Roman looked down at her and smiled. “No, it wasn’t.”

* * * * *

Kate woke with a start, and tried to figure out what had woken her.

The clock next to the bed told her she had only been asleep a few minutes. But she had woken to find herself alone in the bed.

The shower was running in the bathroom and she remembered Roman saying he was taking a shower, as she drifted off. That was Roman, then.

Where was Garrett? Why had he left the room? It wasn’t like he would be hungry.

She rose and looked around for something to put on and found a silk robe hanging on a hook behind the bedroom door. She threw it on and tied the sash. It trailed the ground and was far too big for her, but she didn’t want to wander around a strange house naked.

Then she went downstairs.

Garrett was standing at the front window, fully dressed – except for his shirt. It was close to dawn. The first signs of daylight were showing in the night sky. He was holding the blinds back, looking out toward the road.

“Are you leaving, or something?” Kate asked.

He glanced at her briefly before turning his attention back to the road once more. “Yes.”

For nearly fifteen seconds, she couldn’t draw breath. Her lungs were paralyzed. Then, when she finally could suck in air, the sickening gut drop kicked in. She stared at him, willing her mind to work, to encompass what had happened in the last few minutes to make him want to leave.

Nothing came.