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Chapter twenty-seven
RHYS
I wandered down the hall, eyes wide when I caught Dmitri in my kitchen, a sandwich hanging from his lips as he concentrated on some measurement of my counter. His shirt had disappeared somewhere, the history of scars and tattoos winding around his muscular chest making my breath hitch in my throat. A patch sat over one of his pecs, supposedly from one of the jobs that I still didn’t quite understand.
He was humming something, his hips swaying to the tune, my mind running and jumping headfirst into the gutter.
As much as I hated the memories of France, Dmitri was abso-fucking-lutely delicious. His muscles moved and stretched as he leaned over the counter, nodded, and then chewed a little more of his sandwich. When he stood up to stretch, one of his hands moved to his stomach and scratched, the thick veins filling out his hands just a little more.
The groan that slipped past my lips was entirely unintentional but it drew Dmitri’s attention. Unlike the other two who would have grinned at my arrival, he grunted, his eyes darkening with the desire to do more than just stare at me. Still, he was cordial, to say the least.
“Did you sleep well?”
I wanted to melt into the floor at the richness of his voice but thought that I shouldn’t embarrass myself just yet.
“Uh, I guess?” I didn’t really remember the last couple of hours if I was being honest but now it was nearly 5 pm and I wanted something to eat. I stepped into the kitchen, painfully aware that I wasn’t wearing a shirt either, just my boxers, as I slid around Dmitri and made my way to the fridge. Had it been another time, I wouldn’t have minded walking around my house stark naked but this wasn’t just a hookup or a fling. This was three guys who had somehow pledged their loyalty to me in under three days.
And now Dmitri was staring at me like a piece of meat, wanting to devour me, sandwich abandoned on the counter.
I chanced a glance at him, halfway to the fridge, my resolve to eat dying on the spot when I caught the growing bulge between the man’s thighs. My thighs quivered with the fifteen different positions I wanted him in right the fuck now but he seemed less approachable than the other two. Ripping my eyes away from him, I apologized profusely but he didn’t seem to have the same reservations.
He stalked toward me and caged me in against the island. His hot breath was on my cheek as he dragged his nose along my heated skin, his lips meeting the curve of my ear. “Was a bit jealous that my guys got to have you first. They’ve explained,” Dmitri sighed, hands moving to my waist, “In detail,” his thumbs slipped beneath the waistband of my boxers, “Just how beautiful you look when you come.”
I gasped, my back arching toward him as he continued to play with the one piece of clothing keeping my cock from the cool air of my kitchen. “Shit. You guys talk about me?”
“We do. But there’s somethingIwant, Rhys. Well, there’s two things. I want you to ask those questions, the ones on the tip of your tongue, the ones that I’m pretty sure you know the answer to. And then I want to feel you. I want tohearyou when you come. When you let go. When you finally give in.”
I shuddered, not sure what to say to that. Where Valentyn was all about control and taking charge, Dmitri was danger and the unknown. It was as if he knew that while I knew everything was connected, I was strangely attracted to the darkness they brought into my house rather than repulsed by it.
“Just one question,” I whispered as he moved back a little, that sultry smile on his lips widening. “It’s all connected, isn’t it?” He dragged a hand down my chest, cupping my waist and squeezing as I arched against him.
Dmitri nodded, “Turn around for me, Love.” I twisted around, my ass now pressed against his erection as I all but melted against the counter. The silence should have been awkward and overbearing but instead, it was raw and heavy, Dmitri’s fingers resuming their playfulness with my boxers before he dragged them down my hips. I moaned as he thrust against my bare ass, chuckling when I flattened myself against the island.
“One more question.”
“You already asked one,” he purred but it wasn’t a deterrent for asking.
“You guys… this is real?” I hated asking but Dmitri didn’t even hesitate as he placed a soft kiss in the center of my back.
“Absolutely, Love.”
“Then fuck me,” I breathed. Red flags were everywhere but where Owen brought fear, these men brought safety.
“I plan to, Rhys. I plan to.”
“Fucking finally.” My cheeks turned red as I tried to push up and away from him but Dmitri held me down, laughing at my words.
“I’ve been thinking the same thing ever since I laid eyes on you, Rhys. I’ve wanted to fuck this ass so bad. Imagined how you’d squeeze my cock. I imagined the pretty little sounds you’d make when I hit your sweet spot just right. You’ll let me hear them, won’t you?”
I nodded, falling into whatever headspace Dmitri had just created because fuck, whateverthiswas, I wanted more of.
He dragged a hand down my back, thick fingers slipping in between my cheeks and rimming around my hole. “Fuck, you’re going to be so tight, Rhys.” Dmitri produced his wallet on the surface beside me, opening it and retrieving a travel-size lube package. My face warmed as he tore it with his teeth, the familiar squirt of lube and the cold gel pressed against my hole coming a few seconds later.
The fact that he was prepared made me think that he was into some of the same things Valentyn was. I couldn’t see Valentyn bending Dmitri over in public, but Gianni? A finger slipping into my ass tore me away from that fantasy, not that I minded because Dmitri’s touch was glorious.
“Relax, Love. I got you. Need to do this.”
And I fucking loved him for it. Owen would have done some half-assed job with my spit or just worked me over dry and while I fuckinglovedrough sex every now and then, I loved the sweet stuff more.
