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Authors: Heather Rainier

Tags: #Fiction, #Romance, #Western, #Erotica, #General

Rosemary's Double Delight (19 page)

Mr. Farmer smiled in relief, obviously catching the ball when Rosemary threw it into his court. Rosemary turned to the police officer and replied, “I don’t think any real damage was done, nothing that makes it worth the damage Mr. Farmer is risking by having two relatively normal-looking women carted away in a squad car. We have an important formal function to get ready for, and I don’t think it’s worth the headache to press charges, if they vacated the premises immediately. By the way, who contacted the police department?”

The police officer made notes on his pad and jerked a thumb back at the two women. “They did. Over an hour ago. I’ve been busy with a car accident, or I’d have been here sooner. If they were up there and hearing sex noises, that means they were outside your door for over an hour, plus whatever time they were up there prior to today. Are you sure you don’t want to press charges? Mr. Farmer?”

Rosemary snorted in derision as she looked both women over and finally said, “And they say we’re the perverts?”

Mrs. Breck’s face turned a darker shade of magenta, and she looked about ready to blow a gasket.

Mr. Farmer offered his solution. “Officer, if it’s all right, I plan to eject both these ladies within the next half hour. I hope that will be the

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extent of it. And Anastacia Breck and Marjorie Horton
, just you wait
until I call your husbands and tell them what you’ve been up to.

You’ll never hear the end of this!” he added in outrage as he pointed to the hallway.

Before they turned to go, Mrs. Breck couldn’t resist a parting shot.

“Decadent whore. You’re up there fornicating with two men. You should be
ashamed
!”

As Evan and Wes scowled at the woman, Rosemary smiled with saccharine sweetness and said, “Peeping Tom. You’re staying in a room with another woman in a romantic bed and breakfast. Does that mean you two are lesbians?” If they had been, Evan knew Rosemary wouldn’t have said a single word to either of them about it or singled them out in any way.

The police officer held up a hand when Mrs. Breck would’ve responded and said, “Lady, you’d better cut your losses before I call a judge and ask if I can still bring you two in since I got a clear confession from you. We don’t take kindly to degenerates peeping into people’s private hotel rooms in a tourist town.” He turned to Wes, Evan, and Rosemary. “Sorry, folks, for all the inconvenience. I hope the rest of your stay in our city is much friendlier.” He put his plastic-covered cowboy hat back on his head and stuck his notepad back in his pocket.

Mr. Farmer turned to them briefly, promising to make it up to them before escorting Mrs. Breck and Mrs. Horton to their rooms to collect their belongings and give them the boot. They returned to the third floor as the kitchen staff re-entered the kitchen and jumped into a flurry of activity.

“I think I’m going to take a nice, long, hot bath,” Rosemary said quietly as she sifted through the contents of her suitcase, looking for fresh undergarments, then collected her robe.

Evan and Wes followed her into the spacious bathroom, and Wes spoke up. “Baby, are you all right?”

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Rosemary chuckled a little as she shook her head. “I feel violated because they must’ve had their eyes to the keyhole more than once this weekend. At least it wasn’t a sex pervert peeping in on us, just two bitter, dried-up, self-righteous old hags who probably haven’t had sex since the seventies. Grace warned me about women like them.

I’ve dealt with others in Divine who are every bit as bad. I feel tense right now, but a nice, hot bath should do the trick.”

A knock sounded at the door, and Evan welcomed Mr. Farmer in from where he and his wife stood in embarrassment on the threshold.

Mr. Farmer apologized to all three of them again and told them that the women were already gone.

Mrs. Farmer explained that they’d been reluctant to update the old-fashioned doorknobs with brand-new ones, wanting to keep the look of their establishment authentic. After today’s incident, they had decided to contact a locksmith and update the doors to every guest room so this could never happen again. Before they departed, Mr.

Farmer told them that a complimentary bottle of champagne would be waiting for them upon their return to their room that evening.

Rosemary dimmed the lights and lit candles then soaked luxuriously in her fragrant bubbles. Evan and Wes joined her in the huge bath tub, with plenty of time on their hands and her in their arms. Rosemary told him and Wes that they truly did make her feel decadent, in the very best sense of the word.

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Chapter Fifteen

Dressed in a dark business suit, Evan waited with Wes in the hallway off of the bed-and-breakfast’s living room for Rosemary to come downstairs. She’d told them she wanted to surprise them, making an entrance on the stairs. From where he now stood, Evan could hear the faint clicking of her high heels on the second-story landing. Other guests sat in the parlor and living room, waiting until dinner was served and were
all eyes
as the men waited expectantly.

The first thing he saw were her pretty, little, black peep-toed pumps and her slim ankles beneath the long hemline of her sexy, black evening gown. The gown flowed with her movements as she descended the stairs, the flowing drape in the front revealing a slit that reached above her knee. The gown draped attractively over her breasts and revealed just enough of her silky cleavage.

Before leaving the room when she was about to dress, Wes had removed the rectangular velvet box from his luggage. He and Evan presented her with a string of pearls and pearl earrings. Evan had been afraid for a few minutes that she would cry because her voice had trembled as she thanked them and her eyes had been teary, but she’d told them she’d pull it together and be down in a few minutes.

The choker fit her slim neck perfectly and looked gorgeous. The only other jewelry she wore was her gold engagement ring. She was so beautiful she made his heart pound with love. His greedy cock throbbed in echoing agreement.

Evan heard a movement from the living room and looked over, realizing everyone in the place was watching her come down the stairs, some of them even coming to stand in the hallway. Evan
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watched Rosemary as she took the last few steps down, and she smiled and blushed when she met the other guests’ gazes. Several of them nodded at her and she smiled back, but Evan could see the hint of apprehension in her eyes. Would anybody else say rude things to her? If they didn’t want a broken jaw, they’d better keep their holier-than-thou thoughts to themselves.

Neither Evan nor his brother had planned on having an audience for this moment as they helped her arrange her wrap on her shoulders, over the backless gown, but the onlookers seemed more curiously friendly than judgmental. Evan supposed many of them had to have heard at least part of the confrontation earlier and had possibly even heard the two women at their gossip that weekend in the common rooms.

An elderly lady approached them and patted Rosemary’s arm and said, “Dear, you look
just
lovely. I hope you have a wonderful time tonight.” Then she and her husband led the others away as the dinner chime rang.

Evan chuckled. “Saved by the bell.”

Wes offered Rosemary his arm. “Ready to have a night on the town with your men, baby?”

“Yes, I am.”

 

 

* * * *

 

 

After eating dinner at an exclusive restaurant on the Riverwalk, Wes, Rosemary, and Evan returned to the Convention Center where the after-hours mixer was being held. Wes pulled open one of the numerous glass doors to allow Rosemary to precede them into the building. The floor vibrated under Wes’s feet with a heavy bass beat.

Rosemary turned to him with curiosity in her eyes. “This isn’t prom season, is it?”

Wes raised an eyebrow at Evan. “I don’t think so. That’s usually in the spring, isn’t it?
Where
is that music coming from?” As they

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made their way across the massive foyer in the direction of the Home Builder’s Association mixer, Wes noticed the sound faded.

Rosemary turned to them, laughing, her eyes dancing with merriment. “That music is coming from the Rose of Texas Convention. They must be having a dance. Oh, I bet
they’re
having a good time!”

Wes smiled at her and said, “Well, if it’s boring at our mixer, we can always crash their dance, huh?”

Rosemary nodded her head, looking all on board with that idea.

“You wouldn’t have to twist my arm. I wonder if Max got Tessa to agree to go on that moonlight motorcycle ride with him.”

They approached the entry doors to their meeting room and ushered her in. Most of the attendees were dressed up for the affair, drinks in hand, wandering around chatting with their fellow professionals. Another room had been opened up, adjacent to the exhibit area where many people still wandered and chatted, and a band was set up on a stage playing while a few couples danced.

Evan and Wes escorted her to the bar and got drinks, and then they wandered around for a bit, introducing her to several of their acquaintances. She made small talk with everyone, not hanging back a bit, clearly in her element. No one seemed to bat an eyelash at her presence there with both Wes and Evan, even though they weren’t that careful about which of them put an arm around her waist or her shoulders, and it was the same for her. When Wes had asked her at supper about it, she told them she preferred to play it by ear. She’d told him that after the drama earlier in the day, anyone who objected could kiss her lily-white ass. Typical, sassy Rosemary. The feisty one’s reappearance had made Wes laugh out loud.

Rosemary was equally hands on with both of them, though not in an overt way. She might be feeling brave, but Wes knew she wouldn’t do anything to provoke comment. Anyone watching her would’ve noted that at times she held hands with Wes then at other times held hands with Evan.

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When asked about her engagement ring, she replied that she and Wes were going to be married in the spring sometime and left it at that. She always managed to steer the conversation away from wedding plans and put the spotlight on others before they had a chance to ask any more questions.

The three of them still planned to elope, so there were no wedding plans to talk about. Just a beach, a preacher, the love of his life, his brother, and a ring.

 

 

* * * *

 

 

After chatting with friends and networking for an hour, Rosemary was ready to take a turn on the dance floor. More attendees had arrived by this point, and the dance floor was full when Wes held out his hand. The band was done for the evening, and a DJ was now playing a selection of dance music. Her ears perked up when the telltale waltzing lilt of “Strawberry Wine” by Deana Carter began to play.

Wes smiled knowingly at her. “Dance with me, baby? I hear a waltz.”

Rosemary beamed at him. “I’d love to.” She slipped into his arms, winking at Evan as he took a seat at their table. She snuggled close to Wes like she’d been dancing with him all her life, which technically she
had
. They’d learned how to dance together with Evan and several other friends, including Rachel. Wes’s warm hand felt good pressed to her lower back, the other cupping her hand. Being held like this made her feel precious to him.

She looked into Wes’s eyes admiringly. Both of them were so handsome in their dark suits, black cowboy boots, and felt cowboy hats.

“You look beautiful tonight, Rosemary,” Wes whispered to her, pressing a kiss to her temple.

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“Thank you. You’re pretty handsome yourself, Wes.” She pressed closer, breathing in his clean, manly scent. Rosemary loved the way both her men smelled, though they were totally different. Wes always smelled good like soap and fresh air and woodsy sometimes if she caught him after he’d been in the woodshop. Evan was similar in that respect, but his unique scent was more spicy and outdoorsy. They were both mouthwatering to be with.

After taking several more circuits on the dance floor, Wes led her back to their table as the song ended. Rosemary felt the mouthy bitch in her rear up and try to take control.

Gritting her teeth, she took in the sight before her. A well-built blonde had pressed herself flat against Evan and had her arms draped over his shoulders. Rosemary noted that Evan didn’t look pleased with the attention at all. The blonde had him backed up against their table, and he was seeking an exit, judging by his body language. The bitch slid her hands inside Evan’s jacket as she pressed against him, and Rosemary felt her ears grow hot.

I’m about to whip somebody’s ass.

“Who in the hell is that?” Rosemary asked, not even trying to hide the bite in her tone. Wes stiffened at her side and cleared his throat.

“Easy, baby. Her name is Davina Morley. Up until a few months ago, she was our account rep from Papillion Paint and Finish.”

She thought she’d recognized the woman who had visited the shop a couple of months before but hadn’t gotten a good enough look at her to be sure. Davina took her life into her hands as she slowly and suggestively rubbed her ample breasts against Evan’s chest. Wes caressed Rosemary’s waist soothingly as she walked beside him.

“She takes the idea of
servicing
an account to a different level,”

Rosemary muttered as they approached the table.

Davina evidently already had a couple of drinks in her. She was draped like an octopus on Evan, with more hands than he seemed like he knew what to do with. Judging by his sudden, jerking reaction, she’d just grabbed his ass.

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Definitely about to whip somebody’s ass.

Wes paused in his stride and turned to her, drawing her attention to him. He rubbed her shoulders, and she realized how tense she suddenly was. “Why don’t you ask Evan to dance and let me deal with her?”

Rosemary curled her lip in disgust and glanced at Davina again.

“I’ll bet she’s bathed in perfume, and now it’s all over his jacket. If I go dance with Evan, then she’ll be all over you, too.”

Wes touched her chin with a gentle fingertip. “No, baby. You go rescue him, and while you’re gone, I’ll remind Davina about a little talk we had with her about stuff like this. That’s why she’s not our account rep anymore.”

“Oh,” Rosemary said with what she hoped was convincing innocence. She already knew that. She’d heard that particular conversation practically word for word. It was the only reason she didn’t have Davina by the hair down on the floor.

Davina was tugging on Evan’s jacket lapels, attempting to get him out on the dance floor. He was trying to be nice about it as he refused her, but it was obvious his good nature was wearing thin.

When Rosemary and Wes reached the table, she noticed that they were indeed enveloped in a cloud of cloying perfume. She wrinkled her nose, but smiled at Evan as Wes released her hand.

Smiling lovingly at Evan so he would know she wasn’t upset with him, Rosemary ignored Davina entirely and said, “Evan, I’m ready for our dance now.”

Davina turned to her and squinted at her. “Who are you?”

Opting for simple, Rosemary replied, “I’m Evan’s.”

“Evan’s what?”


Just
Evan’s. Would you mind removing your hands from his jacket?”

Surprised, Davina complied. “What do you mean you’re
Evan’s
?”

“I’m here with Evan,” Rosemary explained, feeling like she was talking to a four year old.

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Davina shrugged and reached for Wes with a leer. “That’s okay.

Come on, Wes, honey. Let’s go shake it.”

Resisting the urge to bar the woman’s grasp of Wes and place a well-aimed fist in Davina’s face, Rosemary helped Evan slip out of his jacket and left it hanging over the chair back. Davina already had her hands all over Wes, to Rosemary’s disgust.

Wes carefully grasped Davina’s hands and removed them from his shirtfront. “No, Davina, I can’t.”

“Why not?” Dang, she was persistent, or really drunk.

“I’m here with Rosemary.”

Davina squinted owlishly at the three of them in confusion. She lifted her mixed drink unsteadily to her lips then said, “Well now, wait a minute. If she’s Evan’s and he’s hers and you’re here with Rosemary, then…who am I gonna dance with?” she asked in a whiny voice. The pouty lip was not a good look for her.

Rosemary glanced up at Evan, and he rolled his eyes in disgust.

Removing her persistent hands again, Wes replied, “Sorry, Davina. It’ll have to be with somebody else. We told you once before we’re in a relationship. We’re not gonna hurt Rosemary’s feelings by dancing with anyone else. Why don’t you go dance with Ed?”

Evan whispered to Rosemary, “Ed’s wife will have his head if he does.” Rosemary giggled and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor.

Rosemary smirked. She wouldn’t mind if the guys danced with others, but octopus arms didn’t need to know that.

“She’s a piece of work.”

“You have no idea.”

Oh, yeah, I do. ’Cause I’m a big, fat eavesdropper.
She still felt a little guilty for doing that.

“I noticed Davina’s got busy hands, too. She was groping you pretty good.”

Evan snorted in disgust. “The only one I want groping me is you, baby. Are you having fun?”

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“Mmm-hmm,” she replied tensely as she watched Davina persist in trying to talk Wes into giving her a dance. Rosemary gave Wes a lot of credit for trying, but Davina wasn’t taking the polite hint. She was probably too inebriated for that.

“I’ll bet you’d like to put in an appearance at that other convention’s party, wouldn’t you?” Evan asked intuitively.

Rosemary grinned crookedly. “Like you read about, baby!” She was in the mood to have a good time with her men and was ready to do more than dance to waltzes and make polite small talk. She needed to let her hair down a bit.

“Davina is persisting, and this party is starting to die down. Why don’t we rescue Wes and see about getting into that dance party at the other convention?”

“I love the way you think, Evan. You’re my hero.”

 

 

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