Oh yes. I peel the bandage away slightly and look at the tattoo there. The beginning of Georgiy’s name. On my skin. Forever and ever.
I sigh happily, adhering it once more to my ass cheek and then stepping inside the shower. The water turns pink as it runs down the drain. I scrub at my body, making sure to get beneath my fingernails and behind my ears. And when I step from the bathroom, smelling like some kind of vanilla soap, I see Mikhail eyeing me from his place in bed.
“You will wear pants,” he says lowly, and I shiver at being told what to do. I move toward the closet, dropping the towel on the floor and pulling a pair of pajama pants from one of the drawers. They must be Mikhail’s because I swim in them, but myeyelids are starting to grow heavy, and I just want to close them for a bit.
Cutting people up is hard work. Really takes a toll on the body.
I let out a jaw-cracking yawn as I move toward the bed. Angel scoots over, letting me slip inside.
“Did you get the answers my dad wanted?” Angel asks as I press my forehead into his chest and throw a leg over his. Mikhail grunts his annoyance, but I can’t be bothered.
“Yep. Kind of. Mostly. I hope he doesn’t fire me,” I say, my voice fading as I slip into sleep. “I really like it here.”
“Where the fuck is he?” a voice growls, and I wiggle closer to the body I’m on top of. So warm and strong.
“Right here. Unfortunately,” a deep Russian accent replies, and I murmur into the chest.
“Georgiy. Mmm.”
“No. Not Georgiy. Mikhail.”
I hear a sweet tittering laugh to my right, and my eyelids flutter open. Oh. Yes. I’m in Angel’s bed. And have somehow managed to wiggle my way between them and onto Mikhail.
“Do I even want to know?” Anthony asks lowly, and I hear Tatum choke back a laugh.
“Don’t be annoyed. You put that note on our door. He had to find another place to burrow,” Tatum explains, and Anthony scoffs.
“Well, at least he’s Mikhail’s problem now.”
I lean up and glance down at Mikhail, who is holding me and Angel against him. He’s very handsome. I would very much like to watch him shower.
“You can get up now,” Mikhail says.
“No, thank you. I have no desire to leave where I’m at,” I say, trying to lie back down, but I’m pulled up by Anthony before I can get too comfortable.
“Leave them be,” he says as I stumble onto my feet. “And for fuck’s sake, Bane. Pull up your pants.”
“What? You like my dick. You told me so,” I say, even as I pull the pajama pants over my prized possessions and tighten the drawstring.
“Did you really compliment his dick?” Tatum asks with a laugh, and Anthony scoffs.
“I did not.”
I roll my eyes. “He did. He said, ‘Bane, you have a nice dick.’ It was in my dream, but still, it counts.”
Anthony shakes his head with a small chuckle and then moves toward the door. “Come on. I want to know what you found. And I also want to know why you have a tattoo on your ass cheeks.”
I run a hand through my messy hair as Tatum hands me a shirt. “I also want to know what happened. I bet it’s delicious.”
“It is. I will tell you everything after breakfast. I’m starving.”
“Well, then you’re right on time. Agatha made you some tea and a few snacks,” Tatum explains.
“Oh, Teddy’s scones?” I ask as Tatum links his arm through mine and pulls me forward.
“Yep. Come on.”
I lean into him and feel him press a kiss to the top of my head.
