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He chuckles that same sinfully velvet cadence he always does and brushes curls off my shoulder to press a kiss there. “Don’t worry, he enjoyed it as much as you did.”
Ezra grunts from behind me as I sit back on my heels. A strong, tattooed arm wraps around my waist and pulls me back against a naked chest. “You taste delicious, lisichka. My new favorite meal,” he rumbles, settling my body into his arms.
I stare at Mikhail and Andrei as Ezra holds me, unsure of where we go from here. I’m supposed to marry Andrei, but he just participated in what I think is called a... I squint as I count four bodies. Does this qualify as an orgy?
Andrei starts getting dressed and asks Mikhail about how his work at the firm is going, and the two engage in what can only be called a business meeting as both start picking apart their clothes and handing each other their respective property. They dress around words like contract and loophole, and I watch in complete fascination.
This feels normal, after all. I don’t know what I was so nervous about.
Ezra’s hand rubs up and down my arm, his fingertips playing with mine once he reaches my hand. “You can stay here,” he whispers in my ear. “But I cannot promise good sleep. I will be busy in other room.”
If he means torturing people for information, I am so out of here.
Mikhail’s eyes snap in our direction before I can politely decline Ezra’s offer. “No, she will not be staying here.” With a huff, he crosses to Ezra’s dresser and pulls out a clean shirt. “She needs actual rest tonight. I’m taking her out in the morning.”
My heart leaps at the chance of spending more time with Mikhail. Even though the beach wasn’t exactly fun, he’s honest with me, and he takes me to new places. “Where are we going?”
He grins as he tosses Ezra's shirt to me. “You’ll see.”
Andrei frowns at Mikhail. “I do not think it wise to take her off the grounds.”
“I’ll keep her safe,” Mikhail says quickly, slapping a hand on Andrei’s shoulder. “You can trust me.”
“I trust you.” Andrei’s lips press into a thin line. “I don’t trust the suka.”
“The what?” I slide out of Ezra’s grasp, but he pulls me back for a quick kiss. His lips linger over mine. “Do not trust anyone,” he says sternly. “No one but us.”
Ooookay.
He releases me and I jump up from his bed. An ominous feeling tugs in my gut, but I ignore it and throw on Ezra’s shirt and start looking for my pants. They’re in the bathroom and still gross, so I rummage through Ezra’s dresser until I find a pair of his boxers and pull them on.
All three of my men are talking in Russian by the time I’m more or less dressed. Each one’s expression is as serious as the next. I run a hand through my hair and untangle what knots I can. “Care to fill me in?”
“No,” Ezra grunts, buckling a new pair of pants over his hips.
Andrei sighs. “You will go with Mikhail tomorrow, and then you will return home. No detours.”
“I’ll bring her straight home,” Mikhail promises. Taking my hand, he starts to pull me out of the room. “Now, as for where you’ll be sleeping tonight?—”
“Zhena. You are forgetting something.” There’s an irritated glint in Andrei’s eyes. “Come here.”
Nerves skitter down my arms as I look between him and Mikhail. Hesitantly, I pull out of Mikhail’s grasp and step toward my fiancé.
He grasps my chin between his fingers and tilts my head up. “I expect a kiss every time you leave.” He lowers his lips to mine and claims one. It’s different than the panty-melting kiss he gave me before. This one is...soft. Tender.
When he pulls back, I’m breathless and blushing. My heart flips as he smiles.
“I’ll be waiting for your return home tomorrow. Don’t stay out too long.” He gives Mikhail a pointed look over my shoulder. “If he tries to lure you somewhere else, remind him that his pakhan will be very angry about it.”
Mikhail laughs, but there’s an edge to it, like he recognizes the vague threat for what it is. “Don’t worry, pakhan. I’ll be good.” He holds the door open and waits for me to follow him. Once I’m within reach, he grabs my hand and snickers. “It’s Valentina you’ll have to worry about, the sly little minx. She likes our detours.” He winks at me.
I flush crimson at the insinuation and smack him in the chest. “Me! You’re the ones pushing me up against walls and?—”
Mikhail cuts me off with a kiss, making my head spin.
Three men. I’ve kissed three men today, and they each watched it happen. They participated. They liked it.
A pleasant warmth fills my heart. Despite how new this dynamic is, I like it too. I don’t have to choose between them.
