Saint’s rare laugh vibrated through me, the only confirmation I needed.
Alexei, though, he still seemed troubled.
I reached for him, hauling him into my orbit. “One of the reasons I never told anyone about Lena being Joe’s surrogate was that I pretty much forgot about it. I’ll always care about her, but it just didn’t matter to me.”
Not in the way he’d maybe worried about. Lena had taught me lessons I’d never forget, but my heart was too full to hold onto the past.
Saint fell asleep.
After a while, Alexei did too, and I found myself missing the cat as I lay still, hardly breathing with them both so peaceful beside me.
I dared to shift onto my back and glared at my dick. Despite fucking Alexei earlier, I was hard, apparently aroused by life in general, and he wouldn’t sleep long before he was on me again.
An hour or so.
I knew the second he was awake. Before his slate-grey eyes even opened.
We collided. No romance, but all the love in the goddamn world. I fucked him fast and dirty, biting down on every groan while Saint either slept through it or ignored us, threatening the bolts he’d bound the bed with to stop it shunting through the wall and into the next room.
It didn’t last long.
Ididn’t last long.
Thank the Lord, neither did Alexei.
I put him on his belly and held him down, drilling into him with the barely contained violence he craved. Orgasm battered me. I fought it but lost the battle as he shattered beneath me, his shout muffled by a pillow.
My release splattered his back. So he wouldn’t have to get up again.
Alexei shivered, shoulders heaving with laboured breaths. “You did not do this to me the first time we fucked, but the spell you cast on me is the same.”
I wasn’t sure if he meant literally—I hadn’t come on his back the first time we fucked. But I was too sex-addled to figure it out. I cleaned up and rolled over again, bringing him with me.
Beside us, Saint sighed. “All day?”
As in, were we going to fuck all day while he tried to sleep?
“Probably.”
He made a sound that might’ve been a groan. Then he raised his head. “You owe me fifty quid.”
Right. For the bet I’d lost over when Decoy and Folk would get married. But I owed him something else too, something that crept back into my mind as my heart rate returned to normal.
I slid Alexei a glance.
Reading me, he nodded.
It’s time.
I turned back to Saint. Found his forest-green gaze already clouded with apprehension. “I want to ask you something about your parents.”
Those eyes narrowed.Why?
“Viktor told me something he and Jake found out when they looked into our shit before Sidorov agreed to vouch for us, and I don’t know if you know it yourself.”
Saint was already leaning away from me, that fight-or-flight instinct so painfully fucking sharp, and I knew he wouldn’t deck me.
I searched for the words to make this easier for him. “Fucking years ago, you told me you didn’t remember your mum’s name or the name you were born with. It would’ve been pretty easy for you to find out, so I’m wondering if it’s something you made yourself forget. Or if you lied to me to shut me up.”