But I don’t mind it. Really. I love that he’s also himself around me. That he tells me all his wild stories, whichusually end up with him breaking a bone or the law or both.
He doesn’t tell me about the sexual adventures much, though. He probably senses that I turn murderous when he mentions his ex-fuck buddies, so he refrains from that. I know he has his past, and I have mine as well, but I simply don’t like thinking about it.
Imagining him with someone other than me is unbearable. I can’t help it.
And it’s all because of Yulian. He’s just so…unguarded.
Whenever we go on our nighttime rides and we make stops, he often has someone flirting with him. Yes, I threaten them either with my eyes or words to back off, but it’s not fun.
Yes, sometimes they flirt with me, too, but I don’t give them any reaction, and I certainly don’t smile in public as much as he does.
Even now, he’s flaunting himself while lining up the cans, looking absolutely gorgeous under the sun. The golden hues catch on his muscles, the ink, his hair, making both the blue and brown of his eyes glint.
“You’re really going to shoot cans?” I ask.
“Sure am.”
“It won’t kill you to stay still for a while.”
“Nah, I’d rather do something fun.”
“Have you always had that?”
He tilts his head in my direction. “Had what?”
“Restless energy?”
“I don’t think it’s restless per se. I just was never allowed to be still, I guess. My father always had some course or shit lined up for me, and laziness didn’t sit well with him.”He pauses, smiling without humor. “You once asked me if my life is worth so little to me. It actually isn’t, but from a young age, I was conditioned to never look weak, and my brain thinks the best way to showcase my strength is to dare death whenever I can.”
My heart squeezes, thinking about the absolute hell he’s been through with his dad. It takes me a moment to gather my thoughts. “You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone, Yuli. You’re the strongest guy I know.”
His eyes light up. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Stronger than Niko?”
“Yeah.
“Stronger than you?”
“Sometimes.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He’s grinning wide. “Come on, join me for shooting.”
“No, thanks.”
“Your loss, baby.” He grabs the gun from the table next to the lounge chair I’m lying on and winks, grinning.
Fucking hell.
I subtly adjust myself because my cock is begging for attention just at that wink, and if Yulian finds out, he’ll definitely tease me and restart the fuck fest.
Not that I mind, to be honest. We’ve had enough of a break.
Yulian lifts his arm, his shoulders relaxed but in the right stance as he fires. The can wobbles and falls.
“Bull’s-eye!” He cranes his head in my direction. “You saw that, Mishka.”
