He sat up, bringing his face to mine, stroking his fingers along my jaw. “I want to be where you are. For always. As long as I have you, and Lida. I do not care where that is.”
“It’s fucking boring here.”
“So we will come and go... when you are able. But I do not think being bored is a bad thing for us, for a little while, no?”
“What about Jakov? You said he had shit to negotiate.”
“He does.” Viktor moved so he straddled my waist—a position he hadn’t put himself in since that time on his sunshine patio. “But I cannot help him with that. It is business now, not war, and I was a soldier.”
“Was?”
“It is done.”
Vik spoke as if it settled everything.
It didn’t, but he kissed me and I lost my train of thought, kissing him back, letting good and wicked sensations overwhelm me, consume me, until I was hard as a fucking rock and panting into his mouth. “I want you.”
“You can have me.” Viktor tossed his shirt and mine. “But you must behave. If you exert yourself, I will stop.”
A handjob. Or maybe taking me apart with his mouth. But as Vik stripped us, then returned to his position on top of me, I realised he meant something else, and a different fear bloomed in my chest. “You don’t have to?—”
He lay his hand over my mouth. Hisshakinghand.“I want to. Do you want it? To have me like this?”
“I wantyou,Vik. I love you.”
“I know. It is what makes me need all of you. Before... when we were together before the fight, it was all I could think about—all I did think about when my mind should have been on other things.”
“You were thinking about my dick while you were killing people?”
“Shh.” Vik shifted in a way that rolled my eyes. “I do not want to talk.”
He meant it, I could tell. All of it. And I was powerless to resist as he took control and showed me what he wanted. As heriled me up with his hands and mouth. With the slow grind of his hips. Until the moment came for him to take me inside him.
Tochooseme.
And fuck. Bullets hadn’t killed me. Neither had a head injury that had left me wanting to flush my skull through a waste disposal. But this...?
Fuck.
[ 33 ]
VIKTOR
To me, Ranger had always been the perfect blend of sweet aggression. As if he had always known I could only take his caution if it came with a promise of something more.
He was inside me, and it hurt in a way that sent snaps of arousal to every nerve in my body, pleasure fighting memories I had spent years shoving down.
Except I didn’t need to shove them down anymore. Because Ranger had come along with his tatty boots and stamped them to smithereens. And the burn where we were joined... it was nothing compared to the searing lines his fingers branded into my hips as he held me still, his cock pulsing inside me, muscles contracting, eyes flaring with raw desire and love.
He smoothed his hand up my spine, grasping the nape of my neck. “I’ve thought about this... a lot, but I was okay with it never happening. I still am.”
“You don’t need to be.”
“Fucking do. That’s how this works.”
I flexed. “I know how this works.”
Ranger groaned, all pleasure, no pain, and my blood cranked to a swelter. Already breathless, I let my body do what it wanted—what it needed, easing into a slow grind that pressed Ranger deeper into the back of the couch.
