He foundpeace.
My only thought as I drifted away was how long would it last?
14
NASH
Two weeks, as it turned out. Fourteen snatched nights of rolling around Orla’s bed, watching another man fuck her while he taught me how to put my hands on him without losing my damn mind.
It was every kind of perfect.
Living the fucking dream. Or thefuckingdream.
Only problem was I wasn’t sleeping. Couldn’t when those stolen nights in bed were the only time I had with them. And it took its toll. On the last night of the second week, I came home late after triple-checking the work River had done to fix Orla’s car.
Locke waited for me in the living room. In the dark. Without a word, he loomed out of the shadows and led me to Orla’s bed, stripping my clothes, then pushing me down to lie beside her.
I reached for him.
He shook his head.
“Sleep, Nash. She needs you whole.”
“Don’t leave.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
But he was a liar, because I woke upalone, save the surly Russian hitman standing over me.
“You are awake, zolotoy mal’chik.”
I cracked an eye, squinting at Alexei through the barbaric sun streaming through the open blinds. “Am I?”
“Da. And you are naked. Put some clothes on. I will be in the kitchen.”
Alexei evaporated.
I brought my hands to my head and tried to wake up. Alexei? Seriously? I knew God probably hated me for taking Locke’s dick in my mouth—that really happened?—and loving it, but surely I didn’t deserve to be dragged from my bed by a fucking riddler.
A weary groan escaped me.
To my left came an amused snort.
ARubisnort.
For fuck’s sake.
I forced my eyes open again to face my best friend.
He grinned back at me. “Don’t get pissy, Nashie. I’m here to protect you.”
“From what?”
“Him out there.” Rubi jabbed a tattooed thumb at the open door. “He’s in amood.”
I sighed. “About what? Did something happen?”
“I’m not at liberty to say, my lord.”
