painful hard-on. Whatever higher force was at work here, it had taken my punishment for all my past misdeeds a little too far this time.
“No,” I bit out, annoyed beyond hell that anyone had dared interrupt one of the most intense moments of my life. “Whoever came in used their key. And only my family members have keys.”
Springing into action, she quickly pulled her top back up, concealing my favorite little toys. I could have almost found humor in the situation, watching her fumble with her meager clothing, straightening her mussed-up hair. It was like we were a couple of curfew-breaking high schoolers who were about to be caught by her parents. Not that it would have been a first for me. I’d angered many a father over the years.
Funny enough, in this case, it was the father who’d thrown his girl at me.
Lexi looked up at me with a heartbreakingly beautiful expression of vulnerability and coyness. Enigma. With a heavy exhale, I laid a soft kiss on her lips and pulled away before I wasn’t capable of doing so.
“Stay out here and relax some more,” I told her gently. “Enjoy the jacuzzi. I’ll be a few minutes. Gotta go kill someone and dispose of their body.”
I climbed out of the pool, clothing dripping wet and sticking to me. The suit was beyond salvageable, and it was so fucking worth it. Until our happy ending was thwarted by someone with a lot of nerve and a death wish.
“Try not to open any more of your stitches, will you?” she called out.
I looked over my shoulder and winked at her. “If I do, I’ll let you play nursemaid and patch me back up. If you’re lucky, I’ll even let you kiss it better.”
She smiled.
I put that smile on her face. Me.
“Deal, pretty boy.”
Walking with the worst case of blue balls in history was a piece of fucking cake compared to having to turn away from that smile.
Which settled it. I was taking everyone’s keys back.
If they wanted to drop by unannounced, they were going to have to wait outside until I was done fucking my wife and good and goddamn ready to let them in.
I quickly changed in the guest house where I kept extra clothes. Entering the house, I found Cris standing in my kitchen, pouring two glasses of Henry McKenna bourbon whiskey from a bottle I’d left open on the counter.
I stood on the opposite side of the bar, arms crossed, and just waited. We knew each other well enough to know how the other operated.
Sometimes you needed a drink before you walked into fire.
He tipped his head back and swallowed down his two fingers. Swinging his somber gaze over to me, he said in a grave voice, “We need to fucking talk.”
I had never felt so anxious and out of sorts.
My God, you’d have thought one orgasm would have satisfied me for the rest of the night. But Nico grinding himself against me in the pool like that had worked me up into another frenzy, the likes of which I’d never dealt with before.
The only thing I could think of to alleviate the throbbing ache between my legs was my handy dandy arsenal of toys that yes, I’d managed to fit inside one of my three suitcases, as Nico had eluded to the day we left Moscow.
I didn’t know how much longer he was going to be downstairs with Cris.
Didn’t know if we’d even pick up where we’d left off.
And I needed relief immediately.
I didn’t even bother going for one of my fancier dildos. I just swiped up my trusty bullet that I’d kept in the nightstand drawer, fell onto my bed, and spread my legs wide on the comforter. My imagination quickly went to work as I turned the vibration setting up as high as it would go and placed the toy right over that magical bundle of nerves.
Nico sucking my clit into his mouth.
Nico ravaging my neck as he dry-humped me against his car.
Nico’s rumbly voice telling me I had a virgin-tight cunt, that I was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen, that he’d wanted to bend me over and fuck me in the middle of that club in Rovinj.
“Christ, please tell me that’s because of me.”
I jerked backward on the bed but didn’t remove the bullet from its sweet spot. Nico stood in the doorway of my bedroom, white-knuckling the frame, heated gaze locked on my hands. He looked crazed, wild. Like he was