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“Have you considered moving back here?” Eleanor questioned me as she turned back around from the oven. “I’ve been trying to convince Miles to move back.”
I took a sip of my wine and sat at the island as Laura motioned for me to get out of the way. I had planned on helping but she made it clear they didn’t need my help. They just wanted my company. And to gossip, of course.
“I’ve considered it… it’s just a scary thought with the life I’ve built in New York so far.” I paused for a moment. “It’s not an idea I’ve completely dismissed. After being back here these past few days, it’s looking more and more appealing than I had ever imagined.”
“Julian is already in the process of moving back,” his mother informed the three of us as she pulled a large ham from the oven and sat it on the counter to be carved.
I stared at her for a moment. “He is?”
“He didn’t tell you?” she asked me, tilting her head to the side. “He’s in the process of selling his home in Italy and has been looking at houses while he’s been home.”
I considered her words carefully. Julian had mentioned that he probably wasn’t going back to Italy, but I was a bit in shock to hear it confirmed from his mother. He was coming back here while Miles and I were going to be heading back to the East Coast. My heart sank a bit. The thought of leaving him here felt… weird.
“Have you been seeing anyone, Raegan?” Eleanor asked me with a look of curiosity swirling in her blue irises. Her eyes were light, a mirror image of her son’s.
I choked on the mouthful of wine I was trying to swallow. My mother’s eyebrows scrunched and she gave me a strange look as I coughed and cleared my throat. I sucked in a deep breath and shook my head. “Nope. I’ve been on a few dates, but haven’t really had time for anything serious.”
“That’s a shame,” she said with a touch of sadness. “I know you’re still young and very career-oriented, but you’re something special. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”
If only I could tell her the truth. That her son and his best friend have both already had me—together.
I nodded and smiled. “In due time, I’m sure I will settle down.”
“Well, maybe with your new outlook on living your life and experiencing things other than work, perhaps that will change,” my mother said quietly.
I looked at her for a moment. “Perhaps.”
Julian’s father strode into the kitchen with the rest of the men following behind him. “What can we do to help?” he asked his wife as he stepped behind her and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Everyone’s getting hungry, so we’re here to help.”
She laughed gently and motioned to the ham. Miles walked up behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders as he watched everyone moving around us. Julian was leaning against the side of the fridge with his ankles crossed and a bottle of beer dangling from his fingers.
“Come on, sweets,” Miles said quietly as our mothers all began taking dishes out to the table while Julian’s father began to carve the ham. “Time to eat.”
I got out of my seat, my gaze still cemented to Julian’s. A devious smirk was on his lips as he pushed away from the fridge. I watched the bottle of beer as he pressed it against his lips and tipped his head back. The liquid slid down his throat and his eyes never once left mine. Instinctively, I clenched my thighs together as warmth swirled in the pit of my stomach.
Miles led me into the dining room and Julian wasn’t far behind us. I picked a seat in the middle of the table and each of them sat directly beside me. All the food was spread out along the length of the table and everyone began to slide into the other seats.
We all took turns passing the food around the table as everyone fell into a comfortable conversation, catching up on what had been going on in everyone’s lives. I adjusted myself in my seat, pulling my sweater dress farther down my thighs before taking a sip of wine.
Julian was seated to my right while Miles was on my left. Miles' foot brushed against mine and I watched as he picked up his fork with his left hand. My brows pinched together, knowing damn well he was right-handed—and then I felt it. His fingertips were deliberately slow, soft, and gentle as they grazed the bare skin on my thigh.
Julian’s left hand was also under the table, slowly pushing the hem of my dress up my thighs. My fork slipped from my hand, clattering onto the plate. A gasp escaped me, half from the surprise of dropping the utensil and the other half from the both of them touching me under the damn table that all of our families were currently sitting at.
Thank God the table cloth was covering my lap and made it practically impossible to see either of their hands.
My mother glanced at me. “Are you okay, Raegan?”
I cleared my throat. Miles chuckled and Julian tightened his grip on my thigh. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m sorry. It slipped out of my hand.”
My mother nodded before directing her attention to Julian. His fingers were sliding along the inside of my thigh, followed by Miles'. “Your mother told us you’re moving back?”
Julian swallowed a mouthful of food and smiled at her just as his fingers grazed my pussy. “Yes. I actually just received an offer on my home in Italy.” His touch paused as he noticed I wasn’t wearing any panties. His voice was even, completely unfazed as he slid his finger through the wetness that was practically dripping from me. “I’ve really been missing it here and I’m able to work from anywhere. I’ve spent enough time away and I’m just ready to be home.”
Miles' fingers brushed past Julian’s and slowly circled around my clit. I quickly grabbed my glass of wine and swallowed a large mouthful of the dry liquid. I didn’t know how to tell them to stop. I wasn’t sure I really wanted them to.
“I’ve been trying to get Raegan to move back,” my mother said with a touch of sadness in her tone. “Maybe you can convince her to move back home too.”
Julian slowly slid a finger inside me and my lips parted as a breathy sigh escaped me. He turned his head to look at me, mischief dancing in his midnight eyes as he smirked. “I think I might be able to do that.”
