“Fuck, now that was hot.” I turn from Holden’s mouth to look at Oli, and he’s watching us with heat in his eyes.
A bang on the door has the three of us freezing. “For fuck’s sake, we’re waiting to order dinner. Hurry up, will you?” Jacinta growls from the other side.
We all still for a moment before bursting into laughter and untangling ourselves. Before I can get far, Holden has me slung over his good shoulder.
“Put me down, you idiot! You don't want to re-injure your shoulder,” I demand, pounding on his back.
“Silence, wench.” He slaps me on the ass but obeys, sliding me down his body once we reach the bathroom, where Oliver’s already running the shower. “We have to clean you off now that we’ve made you all dirty again.”
He leans in and kisses me before passing me over to join Oli in the shower. “It’s my favorite way to get dirty and clean.” He pushes me up against the wall and kisses me, but as soon as Holden gets in, he pulls me away. They sandwich me between them, and the three of us lazily exchange kisses while we wash each other’s bodies before getting out and helping each other dry off. Both boys give me a last round of affection before disappearing to their room for clothes, leaving me to finally get dressed.
* * *
Dinner is ordered, and a few drinks are had by all of us. Eventually, Jace and Jacinta disappear back to their rooms, and one by one we all make our way to bed. Somehow, I find myself wrapped up in Declan’s arms, my face pushed against the tattoo of Princess on his chest.
Any lingering bits of tension release in a big sigh of contentment. He hasn't tried for sex; he’s been content to silently hold me. His hands rub up and down my back in a completely nonsexual way, but it’s nice. It feels like we’ve somehow gotten to the next step. I mean, we’ve been together for practically five minutes, but this comfort of just being with each other, touching each other with no real expectations, feels like some sort of advanced step. It’s actually something I haven’t ever had much of before, and it’s so refreshing. I squeeze my hands between our bodies, our naked chests sticking together the slightest bit before we pull apart, and I run my hands over his pecs, my finger circling the tattoo over his heart.
“Have you booked the kittens in for their first immunizations yet? And are you going to have them all microchipped before they go to their homes? Have you had anyone interested in giving them homes?” The words flow out of my mouth, and when he stays quiet, my eyes drift up to his. He’s smiling down at me with such warmth and affection, its intensity makes me shudder.
“No, but I’m sure my girlfriend who is a vet will be able to make all those things happen for me.” He’s smiling at his joke, but my mood plummets as well as my gaze. I want to look anywhere but at him, but he sticks his finger under my chin and lifts it so he can look me in the eye.
“What’s wrong, Harlow? Did I say something wrong?” I shrug, trying to fight the tears that want to fall.
“I can’t officially do anything for the kittens. I can’t order vaccinations or chips or anything without a business to create accounts or anything. I guess I could have Chuck send me through my things from home.”
“Oh hey, baby.” He tugs me close again and rubs my back soothingly. “It’s okay. We will work everything out. I promise.” The utter conviction in his eyes makes me feel a little better. “Come on, let’s not talk about it. There are so many better things to gossip about. I hear my surly brother has had a change of heart. He seems to be pulling out all the stops to show you a good time in our brief visit here. The sly bastard has planned for you to go to the zoo with him tomorrow, even arranging a disguise to make sure you're not at risk.” He rolls onto his back, and the sheet slips down to his waist, his washboard stomach on full display as he pushes his hair out of his face. “Talk about an unfair advantage. Using his bodyguard status to take you places the rest of us can’t, and then my little brother has also leapt ahead in the stakes as well. Full access to the not-so-abandoned house you’re so fascinated with. How’s a guy supposed to compete?”
His voice is light, but when he turns his head to look at me, I can see that there’s real worry in his eyes. I shuffle closer, and his one arm comes up around my shoulder as I snuggle into his side. “That’s the wonderful thing about this relationship; there is no competition. This right here is just as special and important to me as any trip. This is just perfect.” I lean over and place a kiss over his Princess tattoo before sliding back down. “Just keep being you, Declan. That’s more than enough,” I tell him as we both fall into a thoughtful silence that leads to sleep.
* * *
The next day starts with a bang as I wake to Declan running his tongue through my pussy. Before we get up, he fucks me like it’s our last time together, only giving me a break when breakfast is delivered to our suite. Nobody wanted to risk heading down to the dining room. Jace and Jacinta join us toward the end of the meal, and they both look like they hadn’t slept all that much during the night, though when I go to say something, Jacinta shoots me a death glare and shakes her head. Well, okay then. I’ll corner her later when she’s on her own and interrogate her.
She throws a wig at me, the hair styled in a red bob, a wig cap, and a long fur-trimmed coat with a large hood on it. Then she throws me a pair of leather pants, a skintight black low-cut top, and a pair of knee-high boots with a chunky heel. To top it all off, she hands over a pair of dark glasses before throwing herself on the nearby couch and putting her hand over her eyes.
“You are the deposed Russian countess Olga Romanov, a distant cousin to the famous Romanov family. You have spent many years on the run from your family’s enemies, and you’re here in the hope of establishing a new family home. Today, you will be sightseeing with your bodyguard Alexei.” She waves her hand in the direction of Thomas’ room where Jace had disappeared to. When he exits, I jump in fear for a moment, thinking someone had somehow gotten into our room, but I relax once I realize it’s Thomas with his hair dyed black. How did they get that done so quickly? When Jace follows him with a spray can in hand, I get my answer. Thomas is wearing a leather jacket, a gun bulge clearly visible, along with leather pants and a black t-shirt. I giggle at the thought of what the two of us are going to look like together.
“Jacinta and I spent most of the evening in a nearby club and bar, drinking way too much and talking loudly about the Countess Romanov.” Jace puts the can on a table and moves over, picking Jacinta up then slumping down on the chair before pulling her onto his lap.
“We are going to find the things you need for tonight, and then we are taking a nap,” he announces, his eyes closing as he grimaces in pain. “We drank way too much and partied with the most ridiculously vapid people, but I guarantee you there is a small media presence out front to take pictures of the countess.”
Jacinta snuggles into his chest with a satisfied smile on her lips. “Yup, and I promise you they will not be seeing Thomas Summers and his sister Harlow, or Harlow the stalking victim, or Harlow the long-lost Summers heir. You two will wave and hop into a car which will whisk you away, lose any tails, and then take you to the zoo for some peace and quiet.”
We’re all staring at them in amazement, and it’s not until a few moments later when Jace starts snoring that we realize they've both fallen asleep. Kai goes to shake them, but I wave him off. “Let them be until we’re ready to leave. They must be exhausted.”
I hurry back to my bedroom and get dressed in the provided clothes, which fit perfectly of course, before braiding my hair, stuffing it under the wig cap, and pulling on the red wig. Stepping up to the mirror, I do my makeup, going with a style that’s a lot more dramatic than I normally wear, outlining my eyes in black and lengthening the lashes with a number of swipes of mascara. I then use a dramatic red, left over from a costume, to outline my lips, giving them a vampy look before filling in the rest with lipstick. When I step back from the sink and look at myself in the mirror, I think even Max would be hard pressed to recognize me.
A thrill runs through me as I think about the guys’ reaction.Maybe I have a little kink because dressing up and role playing really floats my boat. I’m horny just thinking about one of the guys peeling down my leather pants and fucking me while I’m wearing my boots and this wig. I plan on keeping all of this for another time, and when I step out into the living area, I know they’re all having the same thoughts.
“Holy fuck.” Oliver cups his dick through his sweats before grabbing a cushion and putting it over his crotch, aiming a guilty look at the two sleeping in the chair.
A wolf whistle pierces the air, and Kai’s mouth is twisted into a smirk when his fingers pull away from his mouth. “Oh baby, this is a good look on you.” Jaxon, Declan, and Holden follow with compliments along the same lines, but it’s Thomas who has caught my gaze. I can't tear my eyes away from the heat that’s blazing in his eyes.
I’m not sure how long it goes on for, but a clearing throat has us both startling. “Ah, yes, right. Shall we go then?” he asks, holding his hand in the direction of the door. I grab the sunglasses Jacinta provided and put them on my head before grabbing my backpack. But before I can put it over my shoulder, Declan stops me.
“Oh no, Countess Romanov iswaytoo important to carry around a backpack or anything so mundane as money. Her bodyguard takes care of all that. The only thing you can keep is a phone in your hand for selfies.”
Everyone chuckles as he reaches in and pulls out my phone, sliding it into the pocket of my long coat.
