I couldn’t decide which was worse and fluctuated between the two until being upright could fuck all the way off.
At least I was clean.
But I was lonely too, and tracking down the two souls who kept my heart beating became the only thing worth being awake for. And lucky for me, I didn’t have to look all that hard for them.
I found them in bed, dishevelled andtogether. “You started without me?”
Alexei raised his head from where it rested on Saint’s abdomen, a book on his chest—cos they liked to read together, and it squeezed my heart so fucking tight to see it. “You have been sleeping for hours.”
“Miss me?”
He didn’t answer with words, but his simmering gaze drew me in as much as Saint’s shy smile.
I dropped my towel and crawled over Alexei, absorbing the scent of Chanel andSaintseeping from him. I’d been joking about them fucking without me—they could do whatever they goddamn pleased. But thinking about it,picturingit, had me feeling some type of way.
Had me feeling fucking starved for them.
I kissed Alexei, letting that wild energy pulse between us. Then I kissed Saint and tried to rein it in, feeling him smile against my lips. Feeling him rip the sheets away and haul me closer, the words he didn’t speak loud and clear in my head.
I’m here for this too.
Relief throttled me. Saint didn’t always stick around when me and Alexei went at each other. And even when he did, it was fifty-fifty on whether he’d join in. But I needed him as much as I needed Alexei and never more than I did right fucking now.
They lured me in, and I found myself in a wicked tangle of Alexei’s hot mouth on mine, and Saint’s gentler hands roaming my body, a vortex I’d wound up in every night we’d spent together since Alexei had blown me that first time. When he’d almost promised he and Saint wouldn’t use it against me.
That almost promise had been a big fat lie. They’d obliterated me every chance they’d had, butI knewAlexei, could read the energy simmering beneath his skin as well as I read myself. He was right. He’d been nice all day. Now he wanted something else.
I was rough with him.
He liked it.
Needed it.
I put him on his back and entered him in one rough, fluid movement, hooked on bliss in his eyes as they rolled shut.Rememberingit from when we met.
That night, I could never have predicted we’d end up here, me fucking him with as much love in my heart as there was raw desire. But here we were.
All of us.
Together.
I fucked Alexei all over the bed, manoeuvring his slighter frame with the same aggression I had all those years ago, more in awe now than I had been then that he let me.
Gratefulthat he let me.
I’d never have this with Saint, and I didn’t want it. I’d fucking die if I didn’t have it with Alexei.
And I fucking loved Saint watching, biding his time. The unpredictability of it. The goddamn thrill. Loved not knowing if he was going to sidle up behind me and fuck me while I was inside Alexei or slide his big dick into Alexei’s willing mouth.
Loved being wrong on all counts.
Breathless, I tumbled onto my back, wrenching Alexei over me.
His pale skin was flushed and bruised from my touch, his eyes hazed, lithe muscles cut with exertion.
He looked for Saint.
Found him right there, guiding him to sink onto my dick again as I reached over my head to grip the bed frame, letting Saint set our rhythm.