The thought of their first time together brings me out of my fog for a moment, and I shiver as Georgiy leans over and whispers something into my ear. Something in Russian, something that makes my imagination soar and that sick feeling in my stomach dissipate entirely.
I bet it was something filthy. Something he’s going to do to me tonight.
“Where to first? Lex sent us the information about the house, but maybe we should stop by the hotel beforehand?” Casey asks, interrupting the moment. I mean, really, he could have waited to ask. Read the room, Mister.
Georgiy nods, his hand sliding up my thigh as Casey drives us to our accommodations. It’s colder up here, and everything moves a little slower than I’m used to. It might be the city, but things are different. It justis.
As we travel, I glance over and see the bridge spanning the bay, and something inside me shifts, that sick feeling back again.
Maybe I ate something that is making me nauseous. Maybe fucking on the plane gave me motion sickness.
Georgiy seems to sense how I’m feeling, and his hand moves to my stomach, rubbing it gently.
“I’ll make sure you’re feeling better in the room,” he tells me.
“Are you going to be my doctor? Give me a treatment plan?”
“Of course, umnyashka.”
When we arrive at the hotel, Casey pulls the car up at the drop-off and raps his hand on Kit’s shoulder.
“Grab the bags. I’ll meet you upstairs. You and I are sharing a room.” Jax huffs in annoyance, and Casey grins. “Ah, you wanna trade with me? I can do that for a price.”
Jax murmurs something under his breath and steps out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him.
“That was rude,” I murmur and then flick Casey’s arm. “You better be nice. They’re both confused. And you fucking with them isn’t helping.”
“Just ushering them along. Sometimes you have to make a big dick move to get what you want.”
I flick him again and then open the door, sliding out as Georgiy follows behind, the four of us grabbing the suitcases and walking into the hotel. We’re greeted by a woman behind the counter who hands us our keys before we even need to ask for them. She must have been expecting us, or at least was notified of our arrival by Senator Ruiz or Anthony. Either way, I’m glad to be able to get upstairs.
The ache in my stomach is worse now.
I just want to be alone with Georgiy for a while.
“Guess I’ll take my own room after all,” Casey says, approaching us at a leisurely pace, grabbing a key and flicking it between his fingers. “Meet back in an hour to go to Henry’s place and then the casino?” Casey asks, and we all nod, heading to the elevators and riding up in silence.
When we finally make it to the room, I flop onto the bed, curling up on my side and closing my eyes.
The plug is still inside me, but the nauseous feeling I have is making it uncomfortable.
“Let me take the plug out,” Georgiy says softly. “And I’ll run you a bath. You need to relax.”
I let him strip me down, and as I lie there naked, I hear the water turn on in the bathroom. Moments later, the plug is gingerly being pulled from me, and Georgiy is leading me to warm, bubbly water.
I sink into the tub, inhaling the lavender scent as he kneels next to me.
“You were fine on the plane. What changed?”
“I don’t know. Can’t put my finger on it.”
He cocks his head and runs a hand over my shoulder, making me lean into him.
“Perhaps it’s something in your past? Something you’re remembering?”
“I don’t know.” I sink into the water a little further, the bubbles hitting my chin. “I don’t know, Georgiy.”
He stares at me and then rolls up his sleeves. I watch it, the revealing of his forearms, and wet my lips. What’s he going to do to me?
