Chapter 29
Aleksandr
Lock Your Door
“What was that about? You keeping secrets from us, Brother?”
Nik asked, his eyes alight with curiosity.
He was talking about the beautiful way Kinsley had presented herself for inspection and called me Sir. Not only that, but she responded to his instruction to use her words without hesitation.
“No, I’m not keeping shit from you. We’re even, though, asshole. I can’t believe she rubbed her tits against you like that.”
“Jealous much? I’m not the one you should be worried about. I thought she was going to come just from handling Ivan’s blade.”
I glared at the fucker as he slapped Ivan on the back. Ivan grinned sheepishly.
“She and I are going to have a long conversation,”
I mumbled.
“Is that before or after you’re balls deep inside her?”
Nik asked.
Although his question was playful, it was laced with a layer of caution, just like his earlier reminder. It was exactly what I needed and one reason I cherished our bond.
“Maybe we should call it a night. We have an entire weekend, Brothers. Might be interesting to keep her on edge,”
Ivan said, finally adding his voice to the conversation. The other voice of reason.
“How so?”
I asked, intrigued by his interest.
“The way she trembled when you said that you and her were going to have a long conversation. There were layers of anticipation and nervousness. It’s like she’s letting out a secret, testing the waters. Give her space to play a little,”
Ivan explained with a smirk.
“And that’s why I love the fuck out of the two of you,” I said.
Ivan was especially right. We had an entire weekend. If I pushed Kinsley, she’d more than likely want to go home. Having promised to take her home the minute she asked, I didn’t want to push things too hard.
While I had questions for her, they could wait. It’d be easier to observe her, let her tell us in her own way. Sometimes being patient paid off—I could only hope that’d be the case with her. With newfound determination and what I could only hope was a clearer head, I went to talk to her.
As I approached her room, I noticed the door was open. It was like a personal invitation into her world. I couldn’t resist studying her in this relaxed state. She and Sarah were lying on the bed, and their laughter filled the air. Leaning casually against the doorframe, I couldn’t help but eavesdrop.
“Let me see it,”
Sarah demanded, lifting Nik’s shirt from Kinsley.
She slapped her hand away. “It’s a hickey. You’ve seen them before, I’m sure.”
My eyes caught Kinsley’s fingertips as she gently traced the contours of the area I’d marked through Nik’s T-shirt. A smile a mile wide erupted across my face as hers softened. Whether she knew it or not, she was just further driving me crazy.
Knocking on the door, I asked, “Mind if I borrow Kinsley?”
I had to bite back my laughter as she quite literally jumped off the bed. Her movements reminded me of a startled doe. A flush of color dotted her cheeks as she tugged self-consciously at the material of Nik’s T-shirt.
Then she gathered the hem and began twisting it. She had no idea that she was making matters worse for herself. Each subsequent twist and pull on the shirt only made her nipples stand out more.
Sarah shot me a mischievous wink and whispered something in Kinsley’s ear.
“Have fun,”
Sarah exclaimed, closing the door.
As the soft click of the latch sounded, the room seemed to exhale, wrapping Kinsley and me in intimacy. Alone at last. My eyes drifted to the bed, and I imagined her naked on it, dripping for me. Fuck, that wasn’t going to help. Maybe coming to her room was a mistake.
Ignoring the warning bells ringing in my head, I advanced further. The quiet rustle of her movements only intensified my need for her. With a soft clearing of my throat, I broke the silence.
“Are you having a good time?”
She was nervous as all get out. I couldn’t help but notice the subtle signs. She gracefully dug her cute little toes into the plush carpet, all the while refusing to make eye contact. But then her voice rang out, and she lifted her gaze.
“Surprisingly, I am.”
The words slipped easily from her lips, and I watched in quiet fascination as that distinct pink hue crept into her cheeks. It was just one more thing she did that I couldn’t get enough of. It spoke volumes in its subtlety, betraying her inner emotions. A rush of warmth flooded through me, knowing I was the one who made her blush.
“Good, then I think we’ll call it a night. Your clothes have already been put in the closet,”
I said, closing the distance even more.
Stopping in front of her, I reached for the fabric of Nik’s shirt. It was custom made, as all of ours were, and the soft cotton texture was a familiar comfort against my skin. The faint scent of my brother lingered on it, and I fought back the feral urge to rip it from her entirely. My nostrils flared as I picked up their mingled scent.
With a gentle tug, I lifted the shirt, and her breathing hitched as my fingers grazed her warm skin. Her eyes flared, and the soft sound of air being pushed from her lungs left her pretty lips.
“Alek,”
she stammered.
“I want to look at it,”
I breathed, hearing her sigh as she lowered her hands.
I removed the cotton material and flung it on the bed. Her eyes followed the movement, but I let mine roam her beautiful breasts. “And you should be thankful I love my brother as much as I do. If that were any other man’s shirt, I’d have to shower you to get the scent off.”
“Shower me?”
she whispered as if I had spoken a language she didn’t understand.
My mark stood out dark against her creamy skin. Her nipples peaked and begged to be kissed. I cupped her right breast, taking care not to touch her nipple. I kneaded the flesh, reveling in the fullness as she hitched her breath.
“Eyes on me,”
I commanded.
She met and held my gaze until mine drifted to the mark that I was actively rubbing with my thumb. A low moan came from her throat, and I leaned down to speak into her ear.
“I love seeing my mark on you. I need you to do me a favor, though.”
My cock was like a steel rod in my jeans, and I could feel my eye twitching.
“What is it?”
Her voice trembled, matching her body’s reaction to me touching her.
“I need you to tell the Reaper to leave right now. Then I need you to lock your door. Will you do that for me, kitten?”
I groaned as she leaned her head to the side, inviting me to kiss her neck. Pulling the skin into my mouth, I sucked gently, tempering myself. I had an overwhelming urge to bite her and had to move to her mouth to stop myself.
Animalistic lust swirled through me, and I craved to seduce every part of this girl. Starting with her mouth, capturing it with mine, I traced her lips with my tongue until she opened to me.
The word mine screamed in my head as I swallowed her little moans. Screw Nik’s caution. I needed her. Pouring that desperation into her mouth, I deepened the kiss while playing with her nipples.
KINSLEY
Carnal passion seeped from every stroke of his tongue on mine. It was frightening in the most beautiful way. He stole my breath, kissing me with his very soul. Everything faded except his lips on mine and his fingers pulling on my nipples.
They pebbled under his feathering touch, and the way his thumb swept back and forth over them had my thighs clenching. My head fell back as I surrendered to him. I shivered even though I was unbearably overheated to the point of feeling faint.
“I could do this all night. Tell me to leave. Now,”
he breathed desperately before consuming my mouth once more.
I couldn’t say the words. I knew I should, but his kisses were the very air I breathed. So, instead, I pressed my breasts against his hands like a greedy whore. He pinched my nipples hard, sending another surge of sensation through me.
He growled, “Fuck, kitten. If you don’t stop me now, I’m going to take you over to your bed, rip your shorts off, and sink my cock deep inside you. I’d love nothing more than to feel your wet pussy wrapped around me, squeezing me. Tell me to leave now.”
Something in his tone pierced through the thick fog of arousal shrouding my thoughts. A sudden clarity washed over me. The desperation and promise in his words created a visual unlike anything I was prepared for. With a hesitant movement, I pulled back from him, a whirlwind of uncertainty swirling around in my head.
I was so torn. Torn between the safety that telling him to leave would give and the daunting truth that I wanted him to do exactly as he threatened.
“Please, say the fucking words,”
he groaned, looking at my swollen lips.
“Reaper, you should leave now,”
I managed to say.
He stepped away, leaving me feeling lost and like I wanted to immediately take back the words. He clenched his jaw, and with one last kiss on the back of my wrist, he walked away from me.
“Lock this door,”
he ordered before shutting it.
I rushed to obey him. Turning, I ran my hands over my lips. My breasts tingled, and my panties were soaked. I wrestled with wanting to run my hands down my body to play with myself.
Pulling on Nik’s T-shirt, I sat on the bed in a haze and then finally climbed under the covers. Seconds later, my phone buzzed.
REAPER:
It should be illegal what you do to me, kitten.
KINSLEY:
Same, Reaper. I’m over here wanting to touch myself, which is outside my scope of normal.
REAPER:
Is that so? What if I were to tell you I was touching myself? Would that shock you?
My stomach leaped, and I moaned softly. The thought of him stroking his cock while texting me was too much.
KINSLEY:
How exactly does that work? Are you that good at multitasking?
REAPER:
Speech to text. So, touching yourself is outside the scope of normal? You prefer toys? I could bring you one.
KINSLEY:
You’re joking, right? You bring random toys on dates?
REAPER:
Hell yeah, you never know when you might need one. Like right now, do you need one, kitten?
KINSLEY:
I’m good.
REAPER:
You sure about that?
KINSLEY:
Positive. I should let you get back to whatever it is you were doing.
REAPER:
I’m stroking my cock, wishing it were inside you.
I stared at his text for too long, unsure how I should respond. My hand went to hover over my pussy. But then I stopped, remembering the rules. Some things I hadn’t been able to purge from my mind. As tremors racked my body, a familiar knot tightened in my chest.
REAPER:
Did I scare you off?
KINSLEY:
Good night. Sweet dreams.
I turned my phone off; I didn’t want to engage him anymore. What the hell was I doing even thinking about touching myself? I shuddered, praying I’d be able to shift my thoughts so I didn’t have a nightmare.
I awoke late the next morning and turned my phone on. Clicking on Alek’s name, I saw he removed three messages from last night.
REAPER:
Good morning, kitten. Been a change in plans. Something work related came up. It’s unavoidable. Charles will take you girls to a spa day.
I sighed as a sense of relief washed over me. I quickly typed a response.
KINSLEY:
Who is Charles, and what happened to my Marcus?
REAPER:
Your Marcus? Shall I tell him you’re wearing my mark? He always accompanies us for work. It’s standard protocol. Charles is as trustworthy.
KINSLEY:
Sounds ominous, the work-related stuff. Don’t tell Marcus. He’ll think I’m on your payroll.
REAPER:
That’s not a bad idea, you know, you on my payroll. Curious, do you pole dance?
KINSLEY:
Ha, you’re funny. But, FYI, probably better than your top earner.
I tossed my phone onto the bed and stretched, but my phone rang out with an incoming call half a second later.
“Where the hell do you pole dance at?”
Alek barked. I heard his brothers chuckling in the background.
“Good morning, Reap. Sarah made me do a class with her in preparation for her twenty-first birthday last year. My only saving grace was that I never had to actually perform with her.”
“And why is that, malyshka? Did you chicken out at the last minute?”
Nikolai teased. Wonderful, he has me on speaker.
“Crow, I thought you were the smart one? Sarah’s birthday is well before mine. I wasn’t old enough to get into the club. Good morning, Blade.”
“Good morning, little love. Did you sleep well?”
“Tossed and turned a bit, but all in all decent. Tell me, is my friend going to be able to walk today?”
After they stopped laughing, Ivan said, “I don’t fuck on the first date. I’m old-fashioned like that.”
“Wonderful. Now she’s going to join a nunnery, and you’ve left me to help her pick up the pieces. It’s probably for the best. You’ll break her hea—”
“A nunnery?”
Ivan exclaimed.
“Never mind, forget I said anything. But, seriously, she’s going to be miserable all day. Did you at least offer her a toy?”
Alek laughed. “You’re so bad.”
“No, but I love that you’re so concerned. Just so you know, I never leave a woman unsatisfied unless she deserves it,”
Ivan boasted.
“I see. Good to know. What does one have to do to be undeserv—You know what? I’m not finishing that statement. Have a good day, boys. Gotta go, there’s a knock at my door,”
I lied. Getting up, I went to get ready, noticing Alek had sent me one final message.
REAPER:
Have fun today. Send me a picture.