Hell, I couldn’t even deny him that, so I just toasted him with my coffee. I was on the right track. This… this was going to be my life, so we needed to get some shit done.
“You feel like knocking some heads in with me?”
The other man just grinned. “Whose car are we taking?”
Chapter
Seven
LAINEY
You can only wake up once from a dream. Mine hadn’t been particularly comforting of late. The shift of weight in the bed and the hot hand sliding down my torso snapped me awake. Deep green eyes seared into mine as the morning sun edged the curtains and left the bedroom cast in a gray twilight.
“Kotyonok,” Ezra half-groaned the endearment before nuzzling a kiss along the corner of my lips. With only scant seconds to appreciate the heavy weight of his cock on my thigh, I parted my lips and he claimed my mouth.
The kiss stole every ounce of my breath. Teasing hands pushed up the t-shirt I’d gone to bed in before tugging and then my panties were a memory.
I stopped trying to track how he was tormenting me, the pinch of his fingers against my nipples. The caress of his hands as he cupped and kneaded my breasts. The way he kissed me like he needed me more than oxygen.
His boxers were gone and the silken steel of his cock was right there, filling my palm and gliding against my skin as he pumped his hips. The pre-cum soaked cock was right there for me to wrap a hand around.
With a scrape of his teeth, Ezra shifted gears from soul-stealing kisses to love bites. The first to my lower lip, then to my jaw as he nibbled his way to my throat. I closed my hand around the base of his cock and gave him a squeeze.
The low moan he released had my thighs clenching, but Ezra was already in the cradle of them. He blanketed me everywhere.
“I need you, Kotyonok,” he groaned against my throat, his hips rolling even as he slid a hand down to drag my knee up. I still had his cock in my grip and I stroked him from base to tip, teasing his piercings. The pair of bars he’d had inserted one for me and the other for Adam.
My pussy clenched in anticipation, I loved the way those stroked me inside. There was just something so damn erotic that had me panting while I wanted to drive him as mad as he made me.
Ezra fisted my hair and tugged once. My scalp lit up and tingles raced through me. Shivers danced up my spine and seemed to cascade over my nipples. I dug my fingers into his shoulder and flexed my hand around his cock.
At this angle, I could drag him back and forth along my slit. It was torture for both of us. But what delicious torture. Ezra stared down at me with hungry eyes full of questions and heat.
“Kotyonok,” he whispered, the endearment was a revelation. So much emotion punched through each syllable. That nickname. He’d stuck me with it years ago and yet it had remained a treasured secret, a name just for us. Now, I heard all the things in that single word that he’d never been able to say.
The longing.
The need.
The love.
It had all been there, tangled up and hidden away. From me, from himself, from the rest of the world. Loving was dangerous for Ezra…
Hatred for his father bubbled through me. That Ezra could love was a testament to Ezra. Not the family that raised him and tried to fill him with their poison.
“La—”
“I love you,” I told him, because I didn’t have a nickname or an endearment, I just had the words themselves. “You know that, right? That I love you? I would die for you, fuck knows, I’ll kill for you too—”
Wonder punched through the desire in his eyes even as I nudged his cock toward my entrance. “Kotyonok… I would never ask you to.”
“You never have to,” I promised him. None of them did. “You’re mine. I will protect what is mine. I will protect all of you.” Arching my hips, I enjoyed his swift inhale as he nudged inside of me with a kind of torturous care. Just the tip, nothing more and yet I’d never been more aware of him.
He circled one of my nipples with his finger and the skin puckered tighter. It was the perfect amount of teasing, not quite giving me everything yet at the same time making me want it.
“My kotyonok,” Ezra said, his whisper almost hoarse. “Mine.” The word stamped so far below the surface that no one would ever erase it.
I was his.
I was Adam’s.
I was Milo’s.
And I was Bodhi’s.
They were also mine.
“Me and Adam.” I cupped his face, staring up at him. Adam didn’t have to be here to be with us.
Ezra’s expression crumpled for a moment, the raw vulnerability peeking out from behind the darkness, leaving him open and unguarded. “You are perfect.”
I chuckled. “No one is perfect—” I arched to nip his lower lip. He chased my mouth with his own, sliding in to the hilt. The moment he sank home, we were both gasping. “Ezra,” I whispered his name against his lips. “I love you.”
He groaned and deepened the kiss. Each time he lifted his head to allow us to breathe, I exhaled his name again. The soft huff of his laughter as his chest rubbed against my breasts and the full of him settled on me was a miracle.
Nothing else mattered. We were together. I loved him. All of him. All the broken and scarred bits he hid beneath brashness and sarcasm, dipped in alcohol.
