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“You…we…damn it, Vallois, my parents are—” he gasped as Lucas rubbed his pinky finger over his asshole. He suddenly yanked Lucas’s hand out of his pants, turned, and shoved it down the front. “You’re not leaving me hanging this time. Fast and hard, Lucas. Do it.”
Lucas’s eyes rolled back into his head. Fuck, he loved it when Andrei got this worked up. He wrapped his hands around that beautiful prick, then changed his mind and dropped to his knees.
“Won’t make a mess this way,” he said, shooting Andrei a wicked grin. He spread his slacks open wide and sucked Andrei into his mouth.
“Wouldn’t want…” Andrei panted and grabbed Lucas’s hair. “To stain…all these fancy…clothes.”
If the man could still function enough to speak and notice the perfectly organized clothes all around them, he wasn’t doing his job. He ran his tongue around the head, loving the lurch against the top of his mouth, the sleek, warm skin. Groaning, he clasped his hands on Andrei’s hips and sucked the man down until the spongy head hit the back of his throat. He swallowed.
Andrei made a strangled noise and started thrusting his hips, fucking Lucas’s mouth hard and fast—just the way he’d wanted it.
Lucas pulled back, moaning at the hint of salty pre-come on his tongue.
Sweat dripped down Lucas’s back and it felt like his own cock would bust through his pants, but he didn’t slow. He pulled that lovely, lovely dick back into his throat and rubbed his tongue hard on all that hot, silky skin.
“Luc…Luc!” Andrei made another noise—this one muffled and Lucas looked up to find he’d buried his face in one of Ian’s sweaters. His dick jerked once more against Lucas’s tongue and then he bent forward, dropping the sweater, mouth falling open in a silent scream as he grabbed Lucas’s head again. Lucas wrapped both arms hard around his hips, holding him steady…safe, as the man unraveled in his mouth. As he pulled gently off, he nuzzled the crisp pubic hair, then left a soft kiss on his abdomen. Words boiled up his throat. Huge words filled with feelings that tightened his chest—words that had no business being said after a fast and dirty blowjob in someone’s closet.
Andrei dropped down and wrapped his arms around Lucas’s neck, burying his face in the notch of his shoulder and throat. “I still can’t believe it feels like that with us.”
“Me neither,” he whispered, pressing his lips to Andrei’s hair.
“They’re going to know what we just did.”
Lucas chuckled. “You do seem a lot more relaxed. Finally.”
Andrei pulled back, dark eyes shiny as he eyed him before grinning. “It won’t matter how I look. Your swollen lips say plenty.”7The Dining Room“Do you have sherry glasses?” Sonja asked Ian.
The food had been dispensed onto the table and the wooden trays he and Andrei had brought down and set up against the wall. Most everyone was now seated at the table. Everyone except Sonja and Ian, who after eyeballing Lucas’s mouth with narrowed eyes and a head shake, went back to rushing about, trying to make sure his dinner was perfect.
“Sherry glasses? I do.” Ian opened a cabinet and pulled down a small tray. He set eight sherry glasses on it and handed it to Sonja.
She gave him a wicked smile that had Lucas lifting an eyebrow. She caught his look and her grin was so like Andrei’s, his heart stuttered. He leaned toward Andrei and whispered. “Why did she ask for those?”
Andrei, who’d been talking with Rowe, turned toward him. “What?”
He nodded toward Sonja. Andrei followed his gaze and groaned. “I know that container. Oh, no.”
“Oh, yes,” she said, as she set the tray of glasses on the table and began pouring a light amber liquid from a glass carafe. “Milos made a new batch.”
Andrei turned fully toward him, leaned close and muttered, “Not a good idea.”
“Palinca is always a good idea.” Milos took the glass Sonja filled and winked at his son.
Sonja handed everyone a full glass. “You sip it with your meal. It’s good with pork.”
Lucas perked up. “Pork?”
“Oh, yes.” Sonja pointed toward the dishes between them. “Pork Greaves and Sarmale cu Mamaliguta.”
“Oh, yeah,” Andrei breathed as he snatched up his plate and held it to his mother. “Looks disgusting when she’s making it, but they are so good.”
“The good stuff usually is,” Snow said as he eyed what looked like stuffed cabbage.
Sonja put two of those on Andrei’s plate, reached for the spoon in the other bowl she’d uncovered and Andrei shook his head.
“Not those. I’m just getting back into shape.” He glanced at Lucas. “Those are basically pieces of deep fried pork fat.”
Lucas quickly held out his plate.
“Luc,” Snow started.
“No,” he broke in before his friend could bring up his cholesterol from his last visit. “It’s a holiday.” Plus, he didn’t want Andrei to know. It wasn’t a big thing—just slightly higher levels.
