Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Whimpers and moans slipped from Alexei’s parted lips. His hips jerked and moved as he fucked himself on Soren’s finger while rubbing off on his dick. Every thrust was so damn sexy. Soren’s balls tingled and he wanted to come, but he wasn’t done playing with Alexei yet.
“Fuck, you’re tight, Angel. I can barely get a finger inside of you,” he whispered roughly. “But you want more, don’t you? You want another finger, Angel?”
“Yes. Want you. Just you,” Alexei panted. The words came out so broken they were almost a sob.
Soren carefully worked that first finger deeper, getting those muscles to relax before he pressed in a second. He was so insanely tight. Alexei cried out, his thrusts picking up speed. He’d released their dicks and was holding himself up with both hands as he moved against Soren.
Letting go of Alexei’s hip, he grabbed their dicks and stroked them both hard and fast in time with Alexei’s movement. The sexy man threw his head back and screamed as hot cum splashed across Soren’s chest and stomach. The sight of him looking so beautiful, so lost in that moment, sent Soren careering off the cliff with him, sounding Alexei’s name.
There couldn’t have been much cum left in his balls after all the sex they’d had last night, but he’d orgasmed hard enough to put pins and needles in his toes and leave him feeling lightheaded. Dear God, Alexei was going to kill him, and he fucking welcomed this kind of death.
Alexei collapsed on top of him with a giggle, not seeming to care about the cum that now covered both of them.
“You’re amazing,” he murmured breathlessly, pressing a kiss to Alexei’s jaw because it was the only part of him he could reach without moving. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to move again.
“We’re here, nephew!” a voice called up the staircase. The painfully dry tone made it clear they’d caught the end of their performance. Hell, it was likely the neighbors had been hearing it for hours now.
Alexei lurched upright, his eyes impossibly wide. Soren’s heart jumped in his chest, and for a second he thought he was having a heart attack. He recognized that voice. It was one of Alexei’s deadly uncles.
He’d been wrong. Alexei wasn’t going to kill him. His uncles were, and it wasn’t going to be nearly as fun as death by orgasm.
“We’ll be up after we shower!” Alexei replied boldly.
Soren groaned and dropped his arms across his eyes. Dead. He was so fucking dead. He didn’t have to worry about MI6, CIA, KGB, or even other assassins. There were two in the house with him now who were currently plotting his slow, painful death.
“We’d appreciate that,” the same dry voice stated, earning a wild cackle of laughter from the twink still straddling his lap.
Alexei surprised him by grabbing his wrists and lifting his arms from his eyes. He leaned so close their noses were nearly touching. “They’re not going to kill you.”
“Forgive my skepticism, but they clearly heard us fucking.”
“And in case you’ve forgotten, I’m an adult. Got my own gun, my own bank account, and even own that cute little place in Paris. I make adult decisions like who I want to fuck. They know that and respect it.”
It was really hard to not smile at that adorable reminder that Alexei was very much his own man who was in control of his life.
“True, but they are family. Knowing something and being happy about it are two entirely different things.”
“Don’t worry, doudou. I won’t let them hurt you,” Alexei promised and then pressed the sweetest kiss to his lips. It worked wonders at silencing the howling fears in his head. At least it did until Alexei spoke again. “Now, shake a leg. My uncles are not patient men. You do not want them to come looking for us.”
Alexei hopped out of bed and Soren quickly followed. They took the world’s fastest showers, separately. Soren had barely dried off before he was tugging on a pair of new jeans and a T-shirt. He ran his fingers through his longish dark hair, pushing the damp strands from his face. Alexei had tried to argue that he needed time for makeup, but Soren wasn’t going to allow it. He didn’t want to keep the two assassins waiting, and there was no way in hell he was meeting them without Alexei there to act as a buffer.
Still snickering as he led the way to the top floor, Alexei located his uncles in the kitchen, pouring two mugs of coffee. Soren hung back for a moment, trying to take in the two men who clearly meant the world to Alexei. They were and weren’t exactly how he’d imagined them to be.
The Russian uncle, Gabriel, was exactly what he’d expected. He and Gabriel were about the same height with long, lean muscles. There were a couple of old scars on his face, but he was an incredibly handsome man with sharp, angular features and rich black hair that was lightly sprinkled with gray. His cold eyes swept over Alexei as if inspecting him, and it was only when Alexei rushed over to him with a broad smile on his face that Gabriel visibly relaxed.