but more keep coming. That’s the way of war. It’s an endless chain of reprisals and counter reprisals.”
“You’re getting out, though,” Alexei says. “Do you think they’ll come for you?”
“With what we’ll be building,” Andrius answers, “they’d have to be crazy. But it’s the Albanian mob, so who knows?”
The men crack up laughing, and soon they’re trading war stories and drinking. Konstantin, I notice, only has a few sips of his. After a while, he turns to me.
“Baby. I need to go to the hospital. Liam, Reece, and Ethan are too. You can come with or stay here, whichever you’d prefer.”
I go with him. It’s so odd to be once more in a hospital. This time we wait until we hear that Marcus is going to be okay. We step in and see him, but only stay for five minutes. He’s groggy, and deep lines of pain furrow his brow and run down the side of his mouth.
“You ever want to do something different, Andrius and I would be very happy for you to come work with us,” Konstantin says.
Marcus grins wearily. “I think I might take you up on that offer. Some sun, sea, and maybe sex with a local lovely sounds like the tonic I need right now.”
“I’m very serious. We’d love to have you on board. Hit me up if you want to talk more.”
I go to Marcus, and on some insane impulse kiss his cheek. “Get well,” I say. I don’t know why I did it except he looked so alone. No visitors, no family waiting to see how he was. No friends even. Only us, and we barely know him.
“Thank you, beautiful,” he smiles, earning a huffed breath from Konstantin.
We meet the other men in the waiting room and wearily trudge out to the two cars we came in.
On the way back to the house, Konstantin turns to me. “I got the paternity result tests today.”
“Oh yes?” My heart is in my throat. I’ve told myself I don’t care, but truthfully, I do.
“The baby isn’t mine.”
“Oh,” I say. “How do you feel about that?” I ask.
“Relieved. If I have kids the only person I want to have them with is you.”
He says this so casually. He doesn’t take his eyes from the road to even glance at me, but it’s a huge thing for him to say.
I look out the window to hide my giddy grin. Konstantin is thinking about us so seriously, he’s thought about the possibility of kids. It isn’t something I want right now. Not for a good few years, but I like that he’s at least thinking of it.
We arrive back at the house and head up to bed together. When we reach the end of the corridor, I glance at the stairs leading to the turret and stare at the mess there. “What happened here?” I ask.
“Grenade,” Konstantin says in a matter-of-fact tone.
My God. “Oh, erm, okay.”
He laughs and pulls me into his side.
We stroll into the bedroom, and I take a shower first, then Konstantin goes after me. We’re both hot and exhausted, but as he showers, a naughty thought occurs to me, and it grows and blossoms until it’s a full-blown fantasy.
He said he wanted me to crawl, and I’d love to crawl for him, if it’s in the right way because it turns us both the fuck on.
I go to the wardrobe, drop my towel, and take out one of the skirts he purchased for me. I never wore it as it’s short and flippy. Now, though, I put it on and roll the waist to make it shorter. I don’t put any underwear on. Next, I find a white shirt of his and put it on, tying it in a knot under my bust. I giggle to myself as I pull my hair into a high ponytail, and then I position myself outside the bathroom door. On my hands and knees.
I wait, and thank God Konstantin has such deep, comfortable carpeting because he takes a while.
When the door finally opens, I throw a glance over my shoulder, and then I slowly, and purposefully crawl away from him.
I exaggerate the swing of my hips and ass as I do so. All he’ll see from his perspective is my legs, ass, and pussy.
The thought has me wet and aching for him.
“Well, well, well,” he says. “Isn’t this a nice surprise.”
“You said you wanted me to crawl for you, sir.”
“Stop there,” he says. “Put your head down, to the