“Why the fuck didn’t I know this, and why the fuck don’t we have more baths together?”
She snickered. “I don’t have that many. You know how I feel about wasting water.”
He rolled his eyes, but there was amusement in their depths. He reached forward and pressed a kiss to the softness of her belly. “Aye, I know,” he said gruffly. “Hop onto the desk,” he added a second later, watching her with narrowed eyes as she perched on the side and hauled ass onto the surface.
He moved his computer at the same time, so she wriggled along, putting herself directly in front of him.
He eyed her as she fell back onto her elbows, watching him with a grin. “This might go to number one in my spank bank. Never going to forget you taunting me with your eyes atop my desk, lass.”
“Good,” she purred, making him growl.
That was all the incentive he needed. He grabbed her legs, parting them farther, and then he bent one and widened them so he could settle between her thighs. The move put him so close to her pussy that she wanted to scream because he just hovered there, his breath washing over her suddenly sensitive flesh.
She dipped her head back, needing to break the tension flowing through her veins by releasing the pressure on her neck, then she yelped when he bit her.
Fucking bit her.
“Ouch,” she complained as she peered down at her abused pussy lip. “That fucking hurt!”
“Good. Eyes on me,” he grumbled, and finally, finally, he made good on his silent promise.
Flattening his tongue, he slid the tensile muscle through her folds in a way that had her groaning, tensing, and relaxing all at the same time. She rocked her hips, only to have them grabbed and forced into stillness, and then she tensed her stomach muscles to try to deal with the pressure of the pleasure he was making her feel.
Already.
She’d never appreciated oral before her men. Other guys went too fast, they didn’t savor the act. It was like a ‘get out of jail free card.’ ‘Do this and she’ll get wet then I can get my cock in faster.’ But her men? Nope, they weren’t like that. They treated her like she was a five-course banquet and she loved it.
The leather cushioned her elbows while being deliciously cool against her butt. She spread her legs wider, enjoying the ache in the tendons of her inner thighs as she did so. The way he fluttered his tongue around her clit before plunging into her, slurping her down in a way that, years before, would have made her cringe, now had her turning bright red with need.
Fuck.
Just, fuck.
She reached down with one hand and dragged her fingers through his hair. Gripping him tightly, semi-amused that he let her, she forced him into her cunt, forced him to fuck her, to suck her, to tease her and to taunt her. She wanted him. All of him. And this was just her appetizer.
She growled as he sucked down on her clit, then he nibbled and she went off like a light show.
“That was damn fast,” he grumbled, and she knew it was because he’d been intent on torturing her for far longer than her body allowed.
“I’m on edge,” she whimpered, her hips blindly rocking as she fucked the air, her nerve endings still on red alert as her empty cunt grasped at nothing and complained about not having one of their cocks deep inside her.
“Oh Christ,” he ground out, and she fluttered her eyelids up to look at him, saw he was watching her hips move and was loving it.
“I’m empty,” she complained on a mewl. “Fill me, Sawyer.”
He shuddered as he got to his feet, and before she knew it, his cock was out and a heavyweight against her folds.
Sascha hadn’t come into the office on her way to bed for this, but fuck, she was glad she had now. His cock was thick and heavy and wide and… drool worthy. Seriously. Dick porn for her jill till as he rested it against her juicy flesh.
He rubbed it against her, rocking his hips back and forth, getting himself wet and keeping her riding the wave as each thrust nudged her clit in a way that promised more.
Greedy clit.
Ugh.
She didn’t realize she’d said that until he slapped said clit with the back of his fingers. “Be thankful it’s hungry for us, lass,” he grated out, his eyes still on their sexes.
Sascha had never seen that look in his eye before, and having been on the receiving end of many looks, she wasn’t sure what was different about now. Only that something was different.
“You on birth control, lass?”
The question came out of nowhere, and she froze as she looked up at him. “You’ve never asked me that before.”
He shrugged. “We stick enough baby-making juice in you to ask, just never have.”
Her cheeks flushed. “No.”
That had his brows funneling in a frown. “That wise?”
She shook her head. “Nope.”
A laugh escaped him. “You ready for the consequences?”
“Probably not. Nature will take its course.”
First off, her men weren’t getting any younger. More than that though, she’d wanted Camilla with every ounce of her being, and had Camilla joined them as she ought to have, the second she could, Sascha would have been ready for another baby.
She wanted three. It wasn’t fair—each of her men wouldn’t have a child of their own—but three was perfect. Just right. They could care for three, give them everything their children ever needed, and surround them in so much love that their kids would be spoiled on it.
Having seen the men with Tin? She’d never seen five guys more perfectly suited to being dads. They were patient when she was impatient. They were understanding and wise where she wasn’t always herself.
Everything about them triggered her baby-making hormones, and she wanted more.
She wanted a big family, something she’d never had.
A shaky breath escaped her as he said, “I didn’t think you were.”
“Why ask?”
“I was curious. Wanted to know where your head was at.”
He said ‘head’ like ‘heed’ and she grinned a little inwardly, loving his accent all the more.
This talk should have made her pussy dry up like the Sahara, but it didn’t. She felt the loss of Camilla so fucking keenly some days that getting out of bed was a chore, but this? This conversation? It might terrify her, but she knew what she wanted.
“Andrei thought you might not want anymore,” he rasped, grabbing his cock and sliding it down through her folds until he reached her gate. When he notched the tip inside, her eyes widened then shuttered as he surged in deep.
Several breaths escaped her as she tried to process just how big he was inside her, how thick and how deep, then she whispered, “Didn’t at first. Then I did.”
He snorted. “Ever verbose.”
“I try.” She winked at him even as she uttered a groan when he began to thrust.
He was as cocksure as ever, staring down at her with glittering eyes that made her body turn over inside, even as he dragged sensations from her that only her five had ever made her feel. She yelped when he grabbed her legs, pulled them against his chest, then hauled her closer to him and the edge of the desk. This move had her eyes closing as she winced at how deep he hit.
Fuck.
She sank back on the desk, unable to keep herself upright even as she reached between her legs and began to fondle her clit. When she felt his own fingers forge a path between her ass cheeks, she moaned when he stroked the pucker there, and grunted when he forced the tip in. Dry. It should have hurt, the bastard, but it didn’t. It felt good. And it made her want to spread her legs wide for some reason, but he was intent on keeping them closed.
She shuddered as he nipped her calf, which was right beside his head, and then shuddered some more when he reached between her thighs. She half-expected him to slap her hand away, but he didn’t. If anything, he pinched her pussy lips tighter around him and the move had her face contorting as the delicious squeeze made her body begin to t
ingle.
“You gonna come for me, lass?” he rasped, his dick sawing in and out of her.
“Aye,” she whispered, and it wasn’t even a joke!
A grunt escaped him and he moved faster, pinched harder, then he stunned the fuck out of her by biting down on her calf again, hard, and wiggling the tip of his finger in her butt.
She careened into the orgasm face first. She’d expected it, had anticipated it, but this? Oh fuck. It sent joy shuddering through her veins even as she cried out, hollering her joy and wonder at the release that made her euphoric.
The only thing that topped it was his own hoarse cry and the ragged thrusts as he fucked her body for his own pleasure, to reach his own end.
In the aftermath, the silence was broken by their panting breaths. He rubbed his brow against her calf, and she felt his sweat-slick skin touch hers as he began to pull out.
The second he did, his fingers were there, making her moan and her eyes flutter open in surprise. He shoved three inside her, making her jolt—not in discomfort, just surprise—and he thrust them a few times before drawling, “Think that made a baby?”
She gnawed on her bottom lip. “We’re probably not ready for one.”
“Probably not,” he confirmed, but he carried on thrusting, making her face screw up as her sensitivity shot through the roof. When he spread those fingers, further plugging up his come, she moaned brokenly, and her hand grabbed his wrist to stop him.
He did, but his eyes were wicked as he stated, “My woman, Sascha.”
“Of course,” she replied, surprised at the statement. “My man.”
He smirked, then he stunned the fuck out of her by finally leaving her pussy alone, pulling his fingers out, then reaching up and sucking each one clean.
Christ.
That was definitely going into the jill till.
❖
Sleep was impossible.
It was more than impossible, in fact. It would have been easier to travel to a farm and count the sheep on the field there than it was to rest in the here and now.
The silence was damning.
In this strange bedroom, ornate as only the guest room of an ancient noble dwelling could be, Sean was adrift.
For the first time since Sascha had walked through the front doors of their Kensington villa, Sean was lost and he wasn’t entirely sure what he could do to be found again.
The pillows felt too hot, and the duvet was choking him, but they also grounded him. Helped keep him in the present.
The threat was gone.
He’d discovered the truth.
But that hadn’t stopped evil from infiltrating his house.
His throat closed as he heard the mechanism of the door handle turning. He didn’t sit up. Didn’t even move. He knew who it was.
She always knew when he needed her.
The soft, gentle padding footsteps came a second after the door was closed with a quiet snick. Then, he heard the rushing sounds as fabric tugged against fabric when she undressed. A sharp gasp escaped her, making his brow furrow as he wondered why she’d made that noise, then he almost smirked when her teeth started chattering and he imagined her darting across the room to get into bed with him.
The moment her cool body hit the sheets, he had no room to move. She was there, plastered against him like a second skin. She even pushed her nose between his shoulder blades, and her feet, like blocks of ice, shoved their way between his calves.
“That the way you say hello to your man?” Sean rasped, laughing even as he shivered—Christ, she was freezing.
“Yes,” was her pert retort. “You’re warmer than the sidewalk in Phoenix in high summer. If I can’t steal your heat, then…” A puff of breath escaped her.
“Is this all I’m good for?” he demanded, amused by her logic.
“Well, I didn’t want to say it, but yup.”
He snorted. “My ego thanks you.”
“So it should,” she replied with a sigh. “You’re toasty.”
“You will be too,” he assured her, rolling over onto his back so she could splay herself out with more comfort.
It took less than a second for her leg to come across his thighs, the soft heat of her pussy rubbing against his hip, and for her face to be smushed against the side of his chest when he raised his arm to curve it about her shoulders.
“Why are you so cold?”
“I went outside.”
“Why the hell would you do that? It’s snowing, Sascha.”
She snickered. “You my daddy, Daddy?”
“You know I can be if the mood strikes me,” he growled, pinching her butt and making her laugh again. “And why do you smell of sex?”
She ignored that question, choosing to answer his earlier one, and he had to wonder which one of his brothers had gotten lucky tonight. “There are dogs here.”
“So? Vasily has dogs. You didn’t wander out into the wintry night to watch them piss.”
“I’ve been to Moscow before,” she grumbled, slapping Sean on the side. “I’ve never been here. I wanted to see—”
“If the stars changed?”
“Wow, you’re feeling sarcastic tonight, hmm?”
He grunted. “Edgy. I’m not good company tonight, sweetheart.”
“I can tell. Could tell earlier. I can read you all like books. Well, except for Devon.”
“No one can read Devon,” Sean responded with a snort. “Not even Sawyer. He still amazes us all.” It was no word of a lie. “You know the first time we met?”
“At college?” Her tone turned interested, and Sean knew why. They didn’t really speak about the early days, but she soaked up each tale as though she were a neglected flower in desperate need of water.
“Yes. Andrei and I were in our second year, Sawyer and Devon were too—they started at a younger age than us but advanced quicker. Jacinta—” Sawyer’s mother. “—had to wrangle some legalese to act as Devon’s guardian. I’m not sure how she did it, actually.”
“Probably strong-armed Devon’s dad,” Sascha replied drily. “Threatened him with a gun or something.”
“Knowing Jacinta, maybe.” Sean laughed a little. “I wish my mother had been like that.”
“You never talk about your parents.”
“Not much to say. They were overachieving parents who expected the same or more from their children.” He sighed. “Anyway, there we were, all of us thinking we were far too old to be babysitting the likes of Devon and Sawyer—”
“How did you even get paired together?”
“Paired together?” His brow puckered.
“Yeah, like with dorm rooms?”
“Oh. This wasn’t America,” he teased. “We weren’t in dorm rooms by this point, and Jacinta, knowing how Devon is, ensured that he and Sawyer could live off campus. That’s where we came in.
“We’d advertised that there were two rooms left in the campus house we were renting. They applied, and paid more than the cover.”
“You're pedantic over the dorm room and house thing.”
He smirked at the ceiling. “It’s all in the details.”
“Why did they pay more than their rent?”
“Because Devon’s Devon. They were bribing us.” He shrugged. “It worked. They funded many a night in Morals.”
“Morals?”
“A bar run by the Student Union.” He laughed slightly. “It’s a hell of a long time since I thought about any of this stuff.”
“It’s been a hell of a long time since we’ve been anything other than unhappy.” She cleared her throat. “That’s on me.”
“What is? That you mourned the loss of our child? Jesus, Sascha, I’m lucky you—” He broke off, unable to continue with his train of thought.
“What is it, Sean? What’s going on?” Her voice was soft, but for all its gentleness, there was power behind the words. Like a stiletto knife that slipped in between someone’s ribs and pierced the heart. Thin and small, but deadly nonetheless. “You�
�ve been odd all afternoon. Then you missed dinner and have… what? Been lying here all night in the dark? What’s going on?”
“I can’t tell you,” he admitted, tone husky.
“Because I don’t have clearance?”
He could have lied, could have said that was the exact reason why he couldn’t tell her, but that would have been a lie too far.
He released a shuddery breath. “No. Because I’m ashamed.”
She went quiet then, and a part of him hoped she’d let it go, that she wouldn’t press him but this was Sascha. She cared too much to ever let him get away with saying something like that. “Of what?”
“Of what I’ve done. Of what I’ve brought to us.”
Her voice was strong, without hint of a quiver as she told him, “You know I love you, don’t you?”
“You might not when I tell you what…” His eyes pricked with tears, and shame hit him with all the precision of that stiletto blade to the heart. How could he admit to what he’d done?
This year there had been two threats, two to this woman he loved, and he was the reason that danger had darkened their door.
“The child killer’s been arrested.”
“What?” she burst out, jerking upright at his words until he hauled her back down into his side. “You found out who did it?”
“Yes,” he admitted on a low whisper.
“How?”
“Too many coincidences in one place.”
“What does that mean? You always say that coincidences don’t exist.”
“They don’t, and that’s how I discovered the truth.”
“Well, come on. Don’t leave me in suspense. I like your rundowns. It’s like being on Columbo.”
He snorted. Trust Sascha to make him laugh when his entire world was going to shit.
“You know Jane?”
“Jane? As in, Andrei’s PA?”
“Yes.”
“What about her?” He didn’t have to look at her to know she was confused as hell. Christ, he was confused and he’d figured it out.
“After the situation with Christopher Horowich, Vasily insisted upon procuring extra security for us. You know what we had before was pretty poor. We relied on anonymity and the police for extra security when a case spiraled into the news.”
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