Saint’s whisper gravelled from his lips like shattered glass. He rolled his hips again, then a flicker in his gaze seemed to change everything.
I drew back to give him space. To givemyselfspace to decipher it. Saint and I, we had never needed the words he fought so hard for.
We did not need them now, but I said them all the same, unashamed of how much hope I put in his answer. “Saint, would you like me to fuck you?”
38
SAINT
Alexei needed more than whatever he saw in my face.
I forced the word out. “Yes.”
And everything about us changed.
He rose and disappeared.
Cam, quiet until now, tugged me to him. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you stare at each other like that.”
He had no right to call anyone beautiful, especially me. But Alexei... I let him have that one. Ilet himtip me onto my side and wrap me up in an embrace that deprived my brain of oxygen.
Cam was sometimes careful how he kissed me. How he held me and put his hands on my body. But he felt different tonight, I felt different, because everything between us had changed too.
He stripped us of our clothes, his cock rock hard and tangling with mine. He closed his hot fist around us, taking me back to the first time he’d ever touched me like this—that dark day after he’d been shot. Alexei had left us for a while, and all I could think about was how much I’d wanted him to stay. And then Cam had goaded me into fucking his hand, and I’d lost the ability to think at all. To be scared of how I felt about him.
Aboutthem.
Those fears had come back after, but they’d been gone for a while now, and the heat Cam stoked in me was nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Alexei came back to the bed. Naked, he pressed up behind me and I tilted my head, searching. Found his mouth and kissed him as if it was the last time I’d ever have his lips on mine.
His groan shivered through me, the subtle hunger another thing I’d once been scared of, but as I twisted back to kiss Cam too, and my existence was nothing but the looping shift between them, I wasn’t scared of anything. Even my breathing as it became too erratic to keep my head on straight.
Behind me, Alexei shook, fighting for control.
I squeezed the hand splayed over my shoulder.
You don’t need it. I trust you.
I still faced Cam. He drew me closer, tucking my face into the crook of his neck. His hand slid down my ribs and over my hip, down my thigh and to my knee. He curled my leg and grasped my jaw. “I have you. Breathe.”
Breathe.
I obeyed, my fingers digging into him, twisting against his unyielding flesh as Alexei aligned us and began the slow slide inside me, his whole body tight with the restraint I’d been so sure a second ago I wouldn’t need.
But they knew me as well as I knew them, and I anchored myself in that as pressure built in the base of my spine, so intense it fucking hurt. Except... it didn’t. Not with pain that felt anything but good.
I groaned into Cam’s neck.
He rubbed my back, my hip, anywhere he could reach. I heard him kiss Alexei, felt the response in Alexei’s dick, and as hot as it was, there was so much fucking peace in drawing Alexei deeper inside me, a finality that was somehow a beginning, not an end.
Alexei fucked me like he loved me, with everything I could take and so much more. He trembled behind me. I needed to see him. Cam felt it and shifted us around, guiding us, holding us, tipping my neck so Alexei could press his forehead to mine.
Cam was still so fucking hard. He gripped us again, and the scrape of his work-rough palm pushed me into a trance they followed me into. They camewith me, literally and in every other way. Cam first, then me. Then Alexei erupted inside me, and I didn’t remember much after that. Just Russian words and Cam’s loving arms.
We slept.
And we woke up to the first day of the rest of our lives.