in the saltwater air for too long. The Harleys were protected every bit as much as they protected one another.
“I’ve continued to read about it from a kitten’s point of view,” Scarlet said. “And I watch videos. I pride myself on always being the best for you. You’re going to have the best pet ever.”
He punched in the new security code and stepped back to allow her to precede him so she wouldn’t notice that just her saying that could bring him to his knees. She could do that so easily with her honest, casual statements. She studied how to be a better kitten for him because she wanted to be the best pet possible. For him. How many women would do that for their man? He doubted if there were many. Most would think he was far too fucked up to bother with.
He walked into the entryway behind her and stopped abruptly. The living room had been completely renovated. The huge glass wall facing the ocean was still there, letting in the light from the waning sun and showcasing the creeping fog as it began to move faster toward them, spreading out like an eerie gray blanket. Where the fireplace had been was a floor-to-ceiling thick glass wall filled with bubbling water that looked like a perpetual waterfall, but obviously housed something behind it.
She took his hand and tugged. He went with her to see her lay her palm on the plate that was a golden inset into the glass. The bubbling wall slid to one side, revealing a large rectangular glass cubicle stretching out into the inner courtyard garden. All four of the walls contained those same bubbles inside the very thick glass, creating a sound barrier between the inside and the outside world.
The floor inside the spacious room was carpeted a thick soothing gray with thin black circles. A single chair was there, clearly designed for comfort, sitting beside a small table to set books and a drink. One wall could be opened to the outside and a screen could drop down to keep insects out, or a large screened window could be utilized for cooler air.
Beside the chair was a thick square cushion. The cushion matched the soothing colors of the carpet and was built for the long-term comfort of his pet to wait for him in silence, either curled up sleeping or head on his thigh so he could pet her or kneeling between his legs, sucking his cock. The front of the cushion simply proclaimed Yego kiska—His pussy.
He knew Scarlet had thought to ask Lana to help her as well. The chair, the table, the cushion. That had all come with Lana’s help. The room clearly was built for one reason only. His pleasure. His solace. Scarlet knew that he would always have demons and he needed places to escape to. She already knew he would need his kiska. He didn’t have to tell her. She had removed the fireplace, a trigger for his flashbacks, and given him the gift of this space to enter when he needed somewhere quiet to go.
It was no wonder he wanted to fall to his knees and worship her. How could he not? He couldn’t look at her, not yet. Not with his eyes burning like hell. He just stood in the middle of the room, looking around at the stark beauty. Hearing the silence. Seeing the rolling bubbles, the various shades of green in the garden in their courtyard. He looked down at the cushion beside the chair. Slowly he turned to look at Scarlet.
His wife looked so anxious, those green eyes of hers searching his face, causing his stomach to do a slow roll and his heart to turn over. He stalked across the room to her and framed her face with both hands, leaning down to take her mouth. She even tasted like love. Like sweet fire.
“I love you so much, moya literaturnaya ledi. You have no idea what this means to me.”
“You like it.” She let out her breath.
“I would never have thought of this, not in a million years. I don’t know how you did, but I’m grateful. This is going to top the library and I didn’t think anything could.”
She gave him a little smirk. “We’re not finished yet.”
“We’re not?” He rubbed his palm over his heart. “You’ve already given me more than anyone ever has, Scarlet. I don’t know if I can take more.”
“They all helped. Your brothers and sisters. I