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A world without numbers? I couldn’t fucking imagine that.
When one of my cabinet doors slammed shut in the kitchen followed by Gianni’s giggle, I couldn’t fucking help but wander down the hall to see what all the commotion was about. I shouldn’t have bothered, a kitchen full of eye candy staring back at me as Gianni startled to attention, followed by the Frenchman’s relaxed lean against my fridge. A smirk overtook his handsome face, deep blue eyes flashing with amusement at my uncomfortable expression.
Head tucked, I stepped into my own kitchen, feeling much smaller than I had a half hour ago. These men weren’t just intimidating—they werehuge. Like a whole head and some taller than my 5’8”, not to mention that the French guy's hands would make a very,verypretty necklace.
Shit.
Gianni had always been bigger than me, the size difference one of the things I loved but Dmitri and Valentyn made Gianni look nearly petite which was a feat. While Valentyn had these thick, broad shoulders that commanded a certain respect when he walked into the room, Dmitri was tall. He was still built and for a split second, the only thing I could think of was both of the men in my kitchen, shirtless as I stood between them drawing pleasure from hands, lips, and dicks.
Sue me, numbers weren’t the only obsession I had.
Gianni raised an eyebrow as if he knew what was going through my head but shuffled out of the way, his toolbelt swaying along his hips with the movement. Why was that hot to me? And why did it make me want to start something I had no business thinking about? I cleared my throat and pointed at the fridge, Gianni chuckling at my lack of words. “Dmitri, move,” he said playfully.
“We should be done in a bit,” Dmitri stated, the electric blue of his eyes darkening slightly as they watched me venture to the cupboard.
“No worries. Just… water.” I grabbed a glass and then moved to the fridge, praying for it to fill my cup faster before sucking the liquid down. Water splashed down my chin but I didn’t fucking care until I turned around, both of them staring at me with heated expressions. We stared in tense silence as I lowered the glass and set it on the counter. “Um… you—why are you guys looking at me like that?”
Owen hadneverlooked at me like that, although I’m not sure what I would have done if he had.
“Like what?” Gianni grinned.
“Like… that.Shit.” Unable to stand here withoutdoingsomething, I reached down to adjust myself, nearly letting out the moan that had been sitting at the back of my throat since they had walked in. God, I was so fucking sensitive with these men in my house. I moved to duck my head when Gianni stepped up, wrapped an arm around my waist, and placed two fingers under my chin before lifting to meet his green eyes.
“Your blush is adorable,” came Dmitri’s voice as he saddled up against my back. Oh, the fucking warmth. I didn’t even care about how he reminded me of France now. The heat pressed up against me was too good to give up. God, I was spiraling, wasn’t I? Succumbing to the touch of the men supposed to be fixing my kitchen? And yet, they weren’tjustmen fixing my kitchen, were they?
“Gia let me in on a few details from last night, Rhys,” Dmitri purred. My face flamed with the memories, realizing that somehow I had fallen in with Gianni’s other two partners in less than twenty-four hours, and just like I had thought, Dmitri’s hands on my waist were glorious. Long thin fingers edged into my hips like he belonged there, his chin brushing the top of my head as I began wavering between them.
My head slowly fell back against Dmitri’s shoulder as he tightened his grip and the thick member pressing against my ass had me gasping at the sensation, Gianni trying to hide his excitement.
“What… what are we doing?” I asked, breathily.
Gianni leaned in, his lips brushing against mine with unspoken promises. He tasted like he always did—safebut this time there was an added sensation of mystery and danger that intrigued me. None of the things that I should want and none of the things I needed in my life right now. “Tell me you weren’t thinking about it when we walked in here,Rhys.”
After Owen and all of his… issues, I should have been looking for something sweet and wholesome. Something that would attend to my needs. The men pressed up against me were not those things. Sweet and wholesome were the farthest things from my mind right now because yes, I was absolutely thinking of getting railed by one or more of them when they walked in here.
I kept my drooling in check so I didn’t let on that I was thinking about if all three had decided to join this morning. Their presence was wiping away any lingering effects Owen’s memory had had. The therapist had said to find something new and this definitely qualified. It had to.
“Is this what you were hired for?” I asked, trying to be cheeky and failing as my hands fisted in Gianni’s shirt at the same time Dmitri thrust against my ass. Oh, I was definitely in a losing battle—not that I wanted to win.
“Funny,” he purred against my lips, this time, dragging his tongue across my bottom one as he rocked his hips against mine until I was stuck in a tantalizing dance between these two men, feeling their arousals pressed up against me. “We haven’t technically been hired yet.” Gianni was playing word games with me but he wasn’t ready to let me go and I was having too much fun between them.
Dmitri’s lips attached to my neck, my back arching forward at the heat that shot straight to my dick. Still being the brat that I was, I gave him one last reservation because all this was, was a game right? “Is this one of the add-ons?”
“Funny,” Gianni growled before his hands cupped my cheeks, angling my chin further which in turn gave Dmitri better access. I was fucking melting between them, but my smart mouth wouldn’t let me give in. “Rhys, my sweet boy, for the love of god, stop thinking.” Then his lips were on mine and Dmitri’s hands were gripping just a little harder, one of them slipping between me and Gianni to grip me through my pants.
A moan slipped from me at the contact, Gianni swallowing it hungrily as his tongue thrust into my mouth, Dmitri’s hand moving in time with his gentle thrusts against my ass. My eyes slid closed, my fingers tightening in Gianni’s shirt as they dominated me, owned me, and suffocated me in the most delicious of ways.
Was it too much to ask to have a threesome every once and a while? Maybe even a foursome. Where was Valentyn?
My mind told me that I shouldn’t be craving this. That this was wrong. That giving in to my whims was going to get me in so much goddamn trouble and yet, Dmitri’s strokes on my needy cock and the way Gianni kissed me so tenderly and thoroughly was too hard to give up.
I could get used to this.
And that’s when my overactive brain decided to take charge as I squirmed in between them before ripping myself from their embraces. I stood, panting, wide-eyed, arms wrapped around my chest, horrified of what I had given in to. “We-” Gianni had told me that it was a one-time thing and then told me this morning that Valentyn had claimed me. Numbers was my game and things weren’t adding up again.
Gianni smirked as he padded over to a counter, resuming his work as if he had never stopped. Aside from the obscene bulges in both of the men’s trousers, there was no indication that they had been part of anything that just happened.
Dmitri shifted past me, just as the front door opened. “We’ll continue this later, Rhys.” He placed a chaste kiss on my temple, leaving me confused and horny.
