Chapter 28 #3
She reaches over and unzips the bag, pulling out the vodka and a couple of plastic shot glasses. “Drinks! Come on, I don’t get many evenings away from the family. I plan on making the most of it.”
She pours us a couple of shots, and we down them. The alcohol burns a fiery path down to my stomach, relaxing the knot in my belly and turning my limbs loose.
“It’s good stuff,” she says. “Kirill won’t let me buy bad vodka. He says it’s an insult to his country.”
I giggle. “Fair enough.”
I hope the alcohol doesn’t loosen my tongue too much.
A raucous male laugh comes from the kitchen. “A raccoon?” Kirill’s Russian accent rings out. “No way!”
I glance over at Mack, and we both chuckle.
She fishes around in the bag. “What should we do first? Nails or skin?”
I think for a moment. “Skin first. That way we won’t ruin our nails.”
“Good thinking.”
We get to work. First, we need to cleanse our skin, so I show her where the bathroom is so she can wash her face. Then we sit back down together and begin by applying face masks and undereye masks.
“So, who are the other men you’re involved with?” she asks. “Why is only one of them here?”
I can’t help smiling at the thought of them.
“One is called Rook. He’s one of the prospects.
He’s more our age. He had a rough start to life, you know, but he’s the kind of person who will do anything for the people he cares about.
” My thoughts go to our experience in the outbuilding, and I push the memories away.
I don’t want to keep reliving it, giving it so much power.
“You can’t ask for more than that,” she says, and from the moony look in her eyes, I can tell she’s thinking about her three men, the Devils. “So, spill, who’s the third?”
“Ghost. He’s the Sergeant at Arms for the club. Things are still a little tentative between us. Honestly, I’m not totally sure where I stand with him.”
A male voice comes from the doorway. “Ghost is head over heels for you,” Ace says. “He fell hard the moment he saw you the first time in the cafeteria here. One look, and he was a goner.”
“You don’t know that,” I tell him.
He’s got a bowl of chips in one hand, and Kirill follows, a couple of bottles of ice-cold beer in his.
It feels a little strange sitting in a face mask in front of Ace, when we’re still at the getting-to-know each other stage.
I feel as if I should be glammed up when he’s around.
Then I recall that he’s see me covered in other men’s cum and almost shake my head at my stupidity.
I push those dark thoughts away as well.
“Yeah, I do.” Ace pops a chip into his mouth and takes a seat. “I’ve known Ghost long enough.”
“There are some benefits in being open to sharing,” Kirill says. “For one, it’s hot as fuck watching my girl getting railed.”
My face heats at his brazen words, and I glance at Mackenzie.
Ace nods approvingly. “Amen to that.”
The two men clink their bottles together.
“Kirill!” Mackenzie chides, but he only grins.
“Kukla,” he uses his Russian pet name for her, “you know how much I love seeing you full of our—”
“Kirill, enough! Our friends don’t need to know the details.”
Mackenzie’s cheeks have turned flame red, and I can’t help laughing. Yeah, I can see why things are still so hot between all of them.
We continue to gossip, leaving the men to their own conversation, but then Mack nudges me with her shoulder and nods in their direction.
“Shall we give them some beauty time too?”
I laugh at the thought. “Why not?”
“Hey, guys.” She smirks as they look our way. “Want some skin treatments?”
“Hell, no,” Kirill says at the same time Ace shrugs and says, “Why not?”
“Oh, come on, Kirill, baby, don’t be a spoilsport,” Mackenzie says.
“Fine.” He huffs out the reply and downs a big swig of beer. “Do your worst. You know I hate the texture of those things, though.”
I take one of the mud masks and paint the brown clay-like substance all over Ace’s face. When I’m done, I tell him, strictly. “Don’t laugh, or it will crack.”
Mackenzie approaches Kirill. “I think the peel off one will be good for you.”
She takes the spatula the mask came with and applies the gloopy mess to Kirill’s face.
“It looks like snail slime,” Ace observes with a laugh.
“Hey.” I swat his thigh. “No smiling, remember.”
“Damn, you’re no fun.” He pouts.
“Once yours is dried, we can peel it off,” Mack says to Kirill with glee. “I love that part.”
Then she grabs some cucumbers. “Sit back and close your eyes. These will refresh your skin.”
She places the cucumbers on the guys’ eyes, and we take a slice for each eye, too.
“One more shot before we put the cucumbers on?” she asks.
I nod, and we down another shot of the vodka. It burns my throat, but it’s working its magic. I feel all heady, my body relaxing finally. I’m remembering how it feels to be normal again.
I glance over to the men, smiling at them both sitting back, facemasks covering their skin, and a couple of slices of cucumber on their eyes. Two such big men clearly getting comfortable with their more feminine sides warms me through.
Maybe everything will be okay after all.