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“Yes. She gave me some good advice. I wish I’d been more understanding when she and Maks got together.”
“You knew nothing about this world then. You were rightfully scared for your friend. It’s different for you.”
“I know. I thought I got how she felt about Maks when they started dating, but I realize now that I didn’t. Not until you strode into my life and made me fall for you.”
“I made you, huh?”
He pulls my chair out for me before I sit. I lean over to him.
“Yeah. You do this thing with your tongue and with your fingers. And the things you do with your cock. How could I not?”
“So, you only like me for my body?”
“It is a temple.”
“Will you worship it tonight?”
“Tonight, and all the others to come.”
“I’ll hold you to that,piccolina.”
I slide my hand up his thigh now that he’s seated next to me. The tablecloth hides me when I cup his dick.
“I’ll do the same, D.”
I let go of him, but he presses my hand against his thigh before releasing it. We’re forced to make small talk throughout the dinner, but once the dancing starts, I realize he’s skilled.
“My mom thought we should all learn to ballroom dance. For some reason, she was certain we’d need the skills later in life.”
“Apparently, you do.”
He grins and nods. I narrow my eyes.
“What aren’t you saying?”
He glances toward where I saw Pasha and his wife dancing. He looked just as graceful as Lorenzo.
“My mom and aunts knew it would make us agile and light on our feet. Ballroom dancing was more acceptable than ballet, so that’s where they stuck us. None of us understood until we were older. We realized at first when we became high school athletes. Then it dawned on all of us they want us agile for more than just sports.”
“Oh.”
What do I say to that? The moms wanted to be sure their sons could dodge knives and bullets. He watches me as he tells me this insight into his family. Is he testing me? Is he nervous I’ll run away?
“Well, your dance instructor did a good job. You could compete.”
He grins and shakes his head before he juts his chin toward Pasha Kutsenko.
“You know, they all had to learn too back when they still lived in Russia.”
I already knew. Pasha is Maks, Aleks, Niko, and Bogdan’s cousin. Anton is his older brother. Their other cousin, Sergei, has a younger brother named Misha. The men are like a defensive line when they stand together. You’d never imagine they once took ballroom dancing, but it’s a joke among the wives. It has nothing to do with their moves on a dance floor.
“I’d heard. Did your sister have to take lessons too?”
“Yes. And she hated it the most.”
“Why?”
“Because when we had to practice at home, she was the only one any of us the guys could or would partner with. It meant her practices were like four times as long as each of ours, and I don’t know how her toes survived. Trust me. She’s paid us back in spades.”
