Chapter Twenty Four
There was nothing hotter than watching your girlfriend wrestle your boyfriend into submission, both of them barely dressed in shorts and a sports bra in Sapphire’s case. Sure, I shouldn’t have been getting turned on by the violence. But it was all in jest, and I enjoyed watching the way they held each other down, desperate to claim a win. It wasn’t a fair fight. There was a clear difference in skill, strength, and talent. That meant eventually Misha tapped out, laughing too much to continue. His laugh was intoxicating, and I was glad to see him doing it. Even more so when it was accompanied by Saph giggling and dancing as she celebrated her win.
Damn, they were both far too pretty and perfect. It was an absolute fluke that I had somehow got them both to fall for me.
“On a scale of one to ten, ten being like the armless toddler you’ve accused me of being, how bad was I?” Mish asked from the ground, where he lay writhing about the place.
I tried not to drool over the sight of him, all sweaty and half naked. But it was rather difficult.
Reaching out an arm, I helped him to his feet from the gym mat before I did something fun and joined him on the ground.
“Not bad.” I promised. “You’re getting there, and I’d say you’re now like a toddler with arms.”
He had been practicing his fighting skills since he’d been able to, and there was a clear difference in his skill levels from now to when he started. And sure, he’d been slacking a little since Malone’s death, but now that we were planning on going to England, he’d decided that he needed a refresher in case anything happened. Then when we returned, he’d asked me to start training him a few times a week. I had the confidence that Misha would be a weapon by the time Christmas came around again.
“By getting there, you mean Saph just kicked my ass in over thirty seconds not under?” He snorted as he wiped his face with a towel and took the bottle of water I offered him when he was upright.
“She’s been training years longer than you, so the fact you lasted as long as you did is really good.” I would have been shocked had he stood a chance of winning – our girl could kick my ass if she really tried hard enough, and I was twice Misha’s size and fought a whole lot more.
“Really?” He looked so happy with himself and I was pleased.
He didn’t care that Sapphire had beaten him – he wasn’t a sexist twat who got mad when a girl kicked his ass – but I knew he was conscious of feeling like he was weaker than everyone else. Plus, he didn’t want to risk being harmed the same way Elaina had hurt him before. He just needed a win or two to feel a lot more confident in his own safety, and I was more than happy to teach him. Especially when he seemed so happy knowing that all his hard work was slowly and steadily paying off.
“Promise.” I offered him my pinky finger. “You’re less shit at this than you used to be, and I think one day you might even beat her.”
Sure, it would take years. But if Misha kept up with his training and eating the food Kody and Linc recommended, there was no reason he couldn’t get stronger and one day win. He had the extra motivation of wanting to be able to overpower our girl too for nefarious means – I saw the look in this little minx’s eyes when he was holding her and knew that was something they both enjoyed. Hopefully, I would be enjoying it too, because damn, my mind was racing with all sorts of deliciously wicked thoughts.
“I don’t care about beating her in a real fight; I love how strong she is, and knowing she can fight well makes me feel less stressed about her. But I do want to keep her pinned sometimes.” Misha blushed scarlet and turned his head, glancing at our girl as she called out our names.
“I’m done today.” Sapphire swaggered over to us, hips shaking, boobs jiggling in her bra, looking good enough to bite. “I’m hungry and sweaty, so wanna shower and then eat. Plus, I think I need to pack before it takes me hours tonight, and I make us late.”
I yanked her toward me, kissing her face all over whilst she squealed and laughed.
“You’re too hot to be allowed to exist.” I kissed her harder, shoving my tongue in her mouth and taking what I wanted until she was panting against me and clawing at my shirt, all thoughts of showers and food vanishing.
She pouted when I pulled away, but it was quickly swapped with a grin when Kody yanked her over his shoulder, stealing her out of the gym with Lincoln following behind them. I was fairly sure we would be waiting a while for dinner and Saph’s shower to be done with. But that was fine with me. There was a wonderful distraction standing next to me that I had been wanting to get alone for the last few days.
“Wanna come shower and stuff? I’ve not some nice new body wash I think you’ll like.”
Misha raised his brows, a smile tugging at his lips. “That was a terrible line.”
I winked. “But did it work?”
“Hmm. I don’t know.” He pretended to think about it as he grabbed my hand, leading us out of the gym and upstairs to one of the many bathrooms.
I was still sure there were way too many showers in Saph’s house, but at the same time they were all used and there was no denying that it was convenient to have so many options to go and… and shower. Just shower. Totally nothing else.
There was not a single thought but getting clean on my mind as Misha yanked his clothes off. There was not even an ounce of wickedness tainting the air as I stripped too and we both stumbled into the shower, lips clashing together long before the hot water turned steamy. And I was absolutely not hard as a fucking rock within seconds, nor was he.
We were fine. Totally, completely fine. Just in the shower doing shower things.
Okay, yeah. We were being wicked. But it was the best kind of way to be.
Misha pushed his fingers into my hair, grabbing a handful so he could move my head just the way he wanted.
“Be a good boy and get on your knees.” He pulled back from our kiss and recycled words I’d said to him before, face bursting with a smirk.
“How about no?” I shoved him against the cool tiled wall with laughter on my tongue. “Not unless you convince me.”
I was all for him being domineering. Honestly, it was kind of fun to see him act so differently to his day-to-day shyness. But I wasn’t Sapphire. I did not get off on being told what to do. If anything, it was the opposite, so it was only natural that I made Misha work for my submission just a bit with some pretty words or…
Or like what he was doing now. His slender hand wrapped around my cock, unable to make his fingers touch as he slowly slid his hand up and down. At the same time, he moved to my throat, teeth and lips leaving a handful of love bites behind. I shut my eyes and let my hands fall, no longer forcing him against the wall. Instead, I just stood there, feeling every ounce of pleasure as he made me finish far too quickly for just how filthy I wanted us to get.
But it was fine. I wasn’t done yet, and neither was he. If anything, by the time we had a quick wash and made it to his bedroom, I was ready to go again and this time I had no intention of finishing in his hand. I wanted more, and so did he. He’d been slowly edging toward it for weeks and now I wasn’t feeling like telling him no, out of the tiniest bit of concern about us going too fast. Instead, I was more than willing to finally listen to what he’d been silently asking for.
I pushed Misha back onto the bed, the dark covers mussing as he dropped his towel. He was still hard, and he instantly moved his own hand, wrapping around the base of his cock as I locked the bedroom door up.
“When you’re fucking our girl, you like being in control, right?” I asked as I headed back towards him, eyes firmly locked between his thighs.
He nodded. “Yeah. It’s… fun.”
“Do you want to do the same with me?” I crawled up the bed and over his body, knocking his hand out of the way so I could replace it with my own.
Misha closed his eyes, his lips parted, and he sighed. Or at least he sighed at first, but that quickly turned into a moan the more I moved, and I was practically shaking with the urge to make him moan more and make all sorts of pretty noises just for me to listen to.
“I don’t mind either. Sapphire is into that stuff which makes me like it more. But with you, I don’t think I would care if it was either way. I just like you touching me, and I need to touch you.” To emphasize his point, he shoved his hand between my thighs, reaching for me the same way I held him.
“Did you ever think about me touching you before?” The question blurted out before I could stop myself.
Misha froze, cheeks reddening again in that adorable way I loved.
“Sort of, yeah.” He muttered, as he tucked his face into my neck, kissing me between words, and his hand started moving again. “I used to dream about you a lot and then wake up and… and want to do stuff. Obviously, I didn’t realize what that meant for a while because apparently I have the self-awareness of a slug.”
“You had sex dreams about me?” I was touched. It was nice to know that I had such good game that I could even infiltrate hot guy’s subconsciousness. “How sweet – I like knowing you want me.”
“I do want you.” He let go of me as he bucked his hips against my hand, fucking me just as much as my hand fucked him. “I want all of you – I want more.”
Sharp, gasping pants between each word made it harder to hear, but I caught every word of his confession and instantly said, “There’s lube in the top drawer of the nightstand if you want it. It’s entirely up to you.”
He nodded, and I got to my feet, grabbing what we needed before I returned to the bed.
“So um…” I stared down at him as he spoke. “How does this work? What do I… I don’t want…”
Moving down to the bed, I curled up next to him, kissing him once before I said, “Tell me what you want to do, and I’ll tell you how we do it until you figure out what you like and want different.”
“I want to, um, to try… to try more. More than usual.” He muttered.
“Be specific, Mish.” I urged, smiling softly. “You know me, and you trust me. There’s no need for you to be nervous about anything because we’ll go slow, and we’ll talk it all through.”
Swallowing the butterflies down, he did as I asked.
“I want to fuck you.” He said. “That’s what I want to try, but I… I don’t know whether you like that or not. Or if you prefer to be on the other end. But that is what I would like to try today.”
“We can do both and see what you like.” I replied. “Maybe not both today, seeing as we have to catch a flight later on and we really ought to pack.”
We had no idea how long it would take us to speak with Shannon O’Malley, so we were preparing for the worst, and if we wound up having to stay in England for a couple of weeks. Though ideally it wouldn’t be more than a few days, as Darius had already started the process of tracking where she lived now, and it was only a matter of hours before they found her.
“Both.” Misha agreed. “I’ll try both. But definitely not today.” He snorted. “I think we have enough free time until Saph grows bored of the others and decides dinner is more important.”
As he spoke he sat up, moving to his knees and wriggling down the bed. I followed his lead, moving my body into a better position for him, only pausing on my back for a moment before we carried on.
“Do you want to use a condom?” Neither of us used one with Sapphire, but that didn’t matter. We had to set our own boundaries and just because I knew Misha had a penchant for making our girl filthy, didn’t mean he would always want to do it.
He shook his head. “Not unless you want me to.”
Usually I did, both for men and women. But I hadn’t bothered with my girl since we were exclusive in our own way, and if Misha was happy to follow suit, then so was I. I wouldn’t be fucking anyone other than the pair of them, and knew exactly who they were with too. It was fine for me.
“I’m all good, Mish.”
“Okay.” He grinned. “Then put your face onto the pillow and shut up for a minute. I need to concentrate.”
“So demanding.” I snorted but did as he asked, getting myself into the exact position he wanted as I reached my hand down, stroking myself whilst I waited, just to get rid of some of the strain.
A moment later, there was a click of a bottle and the cold sensation of lube being squeezed onto me. Misha’s hand followed it, as he used his fingers to rub just enough where he needed it. He was slow and steady for a few minutes, taking his time to make sure that I was ready, and so was he.
His nerves were so adorable, they always had been. But I kind of liked his dirty mouth too.
“Hold tight.” He ordered. “I’m a little too desperate for this to play nice.”
“Yes, sir.” I chuckled against the bedding as he finally gave into what he wanted, instantly making me crave more.
I felt him push inside me, hesitant inch by inch despite his words. And I couldn’t stop myself from grinning as I listened to his moans starting up. That only increased when he was situated all the way down to the base of his cock. The noises of pleasure he made were more than enough to make me sure that I was happy to let him fuck me just as much as I wanted to fuck him. I didn’t care what he wanted to do so long as he kept making such pretty sounds and boy did he.
When his hips got faster, his thrusts got harder, his voice only got louder. I might have been moaning myself, but Misha was louder and it was egging me on far too much.
“What’s wrong, Mish?” I groaned against the bedding as I clenched the sheets in my fist. “You like it?”
“Yes.” His hands clenched against my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
“Good.” I panted. “Now fuck me hard until you come. I know you like to make a mess.”
He did just as I asked, fucking me hard and fast enough for the headboard to slam against the wall, the bed to creak rather dangerously. And though I probably ought to have been concerned for people who could hear us, I didn’t give a fuck. I was in heaven and I refused to tap out. Not until I could feel him shaking, his words a nonsensical blur of whimpers that made me harder than a fucking rock.
God, I liked how he sounded. Each moan made me more and more desperate, even without what he was doing to me.
“Go on, pretty boy. Make me nice and filthy.” I egged him on as I moved my hand faster, using the added friction against my cock to send me over the edge, staining the sheets and ruining them in the best way.
“God, Price…” Misha did as I had asked, spilling himself inside me as he fell apart with a whimper that I memorized in my brain, knowing full well I would want to hear it again and again…
We collapsed against the bed, sheets a mess and panting far too loud. Both of us were sweaty and in need of another shower, but it could wait. I wanted to hold him against me, and it seemed he had the same thoughts.
“I have an idea to try one time.” He choked out.
“Anything.” I panted.
“I want to do what we just did, but whilst Saph is here and you’re fucking her.” He snorted.
“Damn.” I whistled between my teeth. “That sounds hot. I’m down for that.”
He laughed and turned in my arms, resting his head on my chest. “I also wanted to ask something.” He paused. “How long did you like me?”
I frowned. “As a friend?”
“No. As a non-friend.”
I coughed to clear my throat so I could talk shit and not tell him the truth right away. “Not sure.”
“Liar.”
Huffing, I decided not to bother wasting time lying further when he deserved the truth and would find a way to get it out of me anyway.
“The day we moved to high school. Linc took us all in and he had a bunch of drugs he was supposed to sell on the back seat, and you just sat on my lap instead of moving them because we were running late. At first I just thought it was just… you know, like hormones.” I snorted. “But then it didn’t stop. I kept thinking about you, and not in a PG-13 sort of way.”
I felt Misha grinning against my chest. “How come you never told me?”
“Because I love you and I knew I would rather have you as a friend than not at all.” It was obvious to me why I had kept quiet, but it seemed it had been too much of a secret for him and I wanted to explain. “I don’t know if this sounds stupid, but I always thought there was something there — you reciprocated sometimes. When people would hit on you and you’d just be nervous and not follow through, or when I got drunk and crashed in your bed…”
He’d never touched me. Not once had he put his hands on me as anything more than friendly. But he’d also never pushed me away. When I’d cuddled him, he’d relaxed into my embrace. When I slept in his bed and we woke up as a tangle of limbs at four in the morning, he’d never tried to get me to move or said anything about needing space. When I touched him – even though it was friendly – I’d always felt like he’d lingered. Like his hugs were longer than ones he gave to Logan or something.
I knew how I felt when I saw him looking at me.
“Do you remember…” Misha paused, swallowing the lump in his throat or whatever was making him so quiet. “Do you remember the night you first came to live with us?”
I had been drunk then – blackout drunk. Not just because I had been drunk enough before finding out my parents were dead and having Mal pick me up from the cops and bring me to my new home. The night had been spent crying and drinking anything Lincoln had given me as he promised that I wasn’t alone, even if it felt like I was.
I shook my head. “I think I’ve blocked most of it out. Why?”
“You were upset and didn’t want to sleep alone, so you stayed in my bed,” He replied.
“I vaguely remember.” Not a lot, but enough to know that I had felt safe as I sobbed myself into a drunken sleep.
“You said you loved me, then you kissed me and then passed out.” Misha kept his words soft. “I knew then that I felt something. Something more than just the friendship feelings I had for you. But I also knew you were drunk and grieving, and so I fobbed your actions off as part of that. And I didn’t understand what it meant for me either. So I presumed it meant nothing, and I made myself forget about it.”
Oh shit. I didn’t know I’d done that. I had no idea that any of it had occurred and though I felt the tiniest bit of guilt for drunkenly kissing one of my best friends, I couldn’t say I was sorry for it. If I’d set off the chain of events that made him realize he wanted me the same way I wanted him, then I was all for it.
“When did you think you might like me?” I wondered. “Was it when I kissed you in the gym?”
“Yes, and no. I always felt something toward you and knew it was different to the others, but I didn’t realize what it meant until you kissed me.” He leaned against my side, curling up in a ball, our hands linked. “I never really had crushes on anyone. Like I didn’t notice people all that much and when I did, there was never anything that specifically made me think I wanted them romantically.” He sighed. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and talking to Linc about stuff, and I don’t think I’m bisexual.”
“Oh, yeah?” The fact he was opening up to me warmed up my heart far more than it already was.
I was fairly sure I was in danger of melting into a puddle of Price goo. Fuck it. I’d still be hot as a goo puddle. It was fine.
Misha nodded. “I’m not like you are, where you have a type for both men and women and you go for the same stuff, like blondes and people smaller than you, or whatever.”
“What do you think you might be?” I didn’t give a damn regardless of what he answered because he liked me, and that was all that mattered to me.
“I’m not sure. I definitely think you’re good looking, same for Saph, but it’s more than that. It’s like I’m… I’m in love with what’s inside you both the most. That’s what draws me in, long before I think about sex stuff or how you look. Does that make sense? Like, you’re beautiful on the outside, but I love your soul. That’s what makes sense to me the most, and I know that if you or Saph changed the way you looked, or if you both happened to be men, or women, I’d still be more than interested in you both just for how you are as humans.”
Yeah, I was definitely a goo pile. I was surprised the bed hadn’t been covered in me. Well, I supposed the bed had been covered in parts of me, but that wasn’t what I currently meant.
“Sexuality is a spectrum.” I grinned at his compliment. “It always makes sense because it’s how you feel. You don’t need to pick a label or anything.” I pulled him tighter against me. “I know I labelled myself, but that’s because I know it’s true. If you don’t feel like you fit into the same sexuality label as me, then that’s fine; you can just be whoever you want to be, and I will be here to enjoy all the benefits.”
In the same way that I knew I preferred women a little more than men, Misha was perfectly fine with only liking certain things too. The fact he liked me and Saph showed he had excellent taste.
“Good.” He grinned. “I just wanted to make sure you understood where my head was at – and that you knew I did like you. I like all of this.”
Lifting my hand, I trailed my fingers over his cheekbones. “I like all of this too. The only negative for me right now is that we have to get up and pack.”
Misha laughed as he slowly dragged himself out of bed, pulling me up with him.
“If you pack quickly, I’m sure we could make better use of our time.” He teased.
I was up on my feet within seconds, knowing full well I would be the fastest packer the world had ever known, for one undeniable reason.
I felt happy. Despite everything else going on around us, I was happy and safe, and I didn’t want it to change.
I didn’t want to waste a second of it with something as lame as packing.