He quirked a brow, the words he did not say as clear as the night sky.Is that a real question?
I pushed my length between his lips once more, hitting the back of his throat, gliding deeper, testing his answer.
There was no resistance. Saint wanted this. He wantedme, and I gave it to him, fucking his mouth as I dreamed he would one day let me fuckhim. Or Cam. I did not mind. All I wanted was for him to feel as consumed by us as we were by him. Because Cam did not need to be here for me to feel him in every slow thrust of my hips. In every gravelly hum from Saint, and the increasingly loud sounds of pleasure I could not contain. Without Cam, there would be no Saint kneeling before me, burning me alive with his blazing stare.
No Saint holding me upright as my release came steaming towards me.
Orgasm hit, pitching my hips forward as my head fell back. I howled to the moon and came down his throat, but it was more than coming. More than emptying myself into him.
It was the purge of myself he’d promised. Because I did feel better. For the untold time that I stared at him and he stared at me, I felt free.
* * *
Saint
Alexei thought it was enough—the sated haze that sank over him. But I knew it wasn’t. If it was, Cam’s dick would’ve healed his trauma the night they fucking met. “Come on.”
I zipped his jeans up and jerked my head at his bike, still the Kawasaki. “I want to show you something.”
Alexei buckled his belt, eyeing the tightness in my jeans that I didn’t give a fuck about. “Something more than your magic mouth?”
I nodded. Waited for the words. “Something that’s really magic.”
My bike was behind me. I spun and strode to it, trusting that he’d follow, but I waited for the roar of his Ninja before I peeled away.
We weren’t in Devon anymore. Hadn’t been for most of the hour I’d spent tailing Alexei when he’d left us at the warehouse. I took the Bristol junction with Cam’s voice echoing in my head.“Go. You understand him better than I do.”
I didn’t believe that. Alexei was too complex for anyone to make that claim. But whatever he thought of himself, he was still human.
A human who trusted me enough to follow me to the wildest banks of the River Frome.
I parked my bike in a hedge. Alexei pulled up beside me and glowered from behind his visor.
“That is not parking. It is falling into a ditch.”
“So?”
He rolled his eyes and tucked his Ninja behind an oak tree. When he came back, the glare was gone, curiosity in its place. “Why are we here?”
In answer, I shrugged off my riding jacket and threw it after my bike. Then my hoodie and the T-shirt I wore underneath.
Bare-chested, I stepped closer to him. “Take your clothes off.”
“Cute. Why?”
“You’ll see.”
I turned away from him and ducked into the undergrowth. Brambles scratched my skin, but with the sound of the river so close—so loud—I barely noticed.
The bushes thinned out. I pushed through and emerged onto the riverbank. It was a shallow stretch, but the water was high and fast.
Andcold.
Heart pounding, I crouched at the edge, dangling my hand into the icy flow. The bite of the water should’ve grounded me, but it didn’t. Not yet. I had to push harder.
Alexei appeared at my side. Like me, he’d shed the clothes from his upper body, though I’d have bet money he hadn’t tossed them in the bushes. “Are we going swimming?”
“Nearly.” I tugged my boots off and stood to unbuckle my belt. My domestic life had been so disjointed recently that I wore no underwear. With my jeans in the dirt, I was naked as hell, and I didn’t give a fuck about that either.