Saint sat up. He reached for Alexei again but didn’t kiss him. He slid his fingers around his skull and gently pushed him down.
Alexei laughed, low and wicked. “You would like me to suck your cock?”
Of course he did. Saint loved a hot mouth around his dick, and there was no hotter mouth than Alexei’s.
Alexei interpreted Saint’s blazing stare and moved down his body. I liked that he didn’t check with me that it was okay. Alexei had been owned before: whatever happened between us, he’d never be owned by me.
Besides, watching him strip Saint and himself bare obliterated any emotion in me but raw, dirty lust.
Yeah. Suck his fucking dick and tell me how he tastes.
Cos I really needed to know.
Naked, Saint leaned back on his elbows, tracking Alexei as he wrapped his sinful lips around his cock. He made no move to touch Alexei, to tug on his hair or push him down. It wasn’t his way. Saint didn’t fuck people; he screwed them gently—respectfully—and with a sensuality that I wanted him to share with Alexei. Would it hurt to see? I didn’t think so. But I had to be careful... with both of them. I didn’t want this to be complicated. More than anything, I wanted them to feel safe.
With me and each other.
Alexei began to work Saint’s cock, drawing a sharp breath from Saint’s parted lips. Saint’s abs jumped and a subtle shudder ran through him and,damn, if it didn’t feel good to see him react to Alexei like that. Too much of my life with Saint had revolved around anger and pain. Violence. Fear. He deserved this.
He deserved the fucking world.
They both did.
Someone moaned. I was too far into my head to know who, but the low sound reverberated in my bones. I watched Alexei’s lithe body move and flex as he made Saint sweat, and it was all I could do to stay in my seat.
I was so fucking hard.
“Cam.”
I blinked, again unsure of who had spoken my name. Logic reasoned it had to be Saint as Alexei’s mouth was otherwise occupied, but Saint spoke even less during sex than he did any other time.
“Cam.”
Fuck. Itwashim.
I met his gaze over Alexei’s injured shoulder. “What do you need, brother?”
His gaze darkened. He held out his hand.
I rose without stopping to think about where this was going. Moved to the bed and straddled Alexei’s hips to get to him. I took Saint’s hand and wrapped the other around Alexei’s neck, revelling in his dirty chuckle.
Saint squeezed my fingers, like he had in the van on the way to the end of the world. It was a fleeting gesture, but from him, it meant everything.
I leaned down, capturing his lips for a brief moment. Then Alexei did something that threw Saint’s head back, his body jerking, a curse escaping him.
“Fuck.”
I smirked and turned my attention to Alexei, pulling him off Saint’s dick and halfway upright to kiss me. Arching his neck, he thrust his tongue into my mouth. I tasted Saint on him and my eyes rolled. “Keep going,” I ground out. “Make him come while I fuck you.”
Alexei pressed his forehead against mine, and I felt a deeper connection with him than ever—as if he knew there was no going back from this, and he accepted it more than I did.
As if hewantedit.
Why?I held his face and drank him in.Saint is everything to me, but what is he to you?
Alexei’s only answer was another crazy-hot kiss, and I felt Saint’s watchful eyes boring into me, into us both, taking it all in, seeing me in a way no one else had until Alexei had found my gaze across that dingy fucking pub.
It flicked a switch inside me. I lost myself in the savagery of Alexei’s mouth, the searching sweep of his tongue.
