He nods. “You remind me of all I had, not all I lost.”
That makes pride well up inside of me. I’m good for him. I make him feel better.
“I’m glad I’m good for something.”
“You’re good for a lot of things.” His eyes darken. “I can’t wait to show you when we leave.”
I can’t wait for that either. I’m eager as I finish off the soup and watch as another plate is set before me. Shashlik—lamb and vegetables. It reminds him of his grandmother and the scents of her kitchen as she cooked.
I devour it.
“We’ll have dessert to go,” he tells me, my head buzzing slightly from the beer and all the information he gave me about himself.
“Your ass?”
“No, Bane. Not my ass.”
I sigh and then wiggle in my seat.
“How about a little taste?”
“Perhaps if you’re a good boy, we can come to an arrangement.”
I want to know exactly what this arrangement entails, but I don’t ask. I want it to be a surprise.
By the time we leave, I’m stuffed and satiated. Ready for dessert. Ready for whatever Georgiy is willing to give me. We slip into the car and Georgiy starts to drive us toward the airport.
“The plane is waiting for us?” I ask.
“Yes. We need to get back and help Anthony follow up on our leads.”
“But did we really find anything worthwhile?”
“We know you weren’t adopted with them.”
I sigh and then nod. “At least I didn’t fuck my brother.”
Georgiy turns, and his hand grabs my thigh, squeezing roughly. “Do not talk about fucking another man around me.”
“Does it make you feral? Does it make you jealous?”
“Yes.”
Oh, that makes me horny. Hornier than I am at the moment. I know he’s taken possession of me, but yes, please. Show me that emotion, Georgiy.
I try to move his hand up my leg to my dick, but he refuses to touch it. I guess I’ll just have to wait until we’re on the plane.
So until then, I just hold his hand. I feel his pulse in his wrist. It’s steady and strong. Just like him.
When we board the plane, Georgiy directs me to sit right next to him, his hand landing on my leg once more, steadying me, making sure I stay patient.
When the plane takes off and we’re at cruising altitude, he reclines the seat, and his hand leaves my leg. It travels to the button on his pants and undoes it.
“Oh,” I breathe, and he huffs a laugh.
“It’s a four-hour trip back home.”
“I can get you off like ten times,” I say as he pulls his cock out. It’s hardening the longer I look at it, until it’s at full mast. I reach out to touch it, but he stops me.
