Page 75 of Power's Fall

“So did I,” Montana confessed quietly. “We needed the rest.”

Vadisk’s furrowed brows showed he didn’t agree with that assessment.

“Come back to bed,” Dahlia muttered against Vadisk’s chest, not even bothering to open her eyes.

Montana chuckled, returning to reclaim his place. He looped his arm around her, nestling closer, her back pressed tightly to his chest.

She wiggled her ass playfully, letting him know she felt his hard-on. Morning wood was a fact of life, but he’d never woken up quite this hard.

“Mmm,” Dahlia hummed drowsily. “Good morning.” She pressed her ass more firmly against him. Too much more of her teasing and Montana was going to lift her leg, spread her thighs wide, and wake her up properly, with his cock filling her tight pussy.

Actually, that sounded like an excellent plan. He started to reach down to do just that when Vadisk’s groan distracted him.

Montana glanced over Dahlia’s shoulder and realized he wasn’t the only one she was playing with. Her hand was wrapped around Vadisk’s impressively thick cock, stroking it very, very slowly.

Vadisk gave him a pained grin that let him know her touch was too slow and too soft.

Montana decided to give her a taste of her own medicine, drawing his finger down her stomach and burrowing it between her legs. He found her clit, offering her the same unsatisfyingly gentle touch.

Of course, his tease took him down as well when she began shifting her hips back and forth in an attempt to increase the friction. Her hungry actions meant her ass was offering him the same tantalizing yet nowhere near enough taunt, rubbing against his dick.

Montana bit her shoulder, and she squealed in surprise.

“Bad girl,” he murmured.

The satisfied grin she shot at both of them said she knew exactly what she was doing, and the shameless minx wasn’t the least bit sorry.

“Why were you looking outside?” Vadisk asked, his brows furrowed as he looked toward the window.

“I wanted to make sure the curtains were fully closed.”

“Ah.” Montana couldn’t tell from his husband’s tone if Vadisk appreciated what he’d done or if he was still thinking about their mission.

Montana knew how he wanted this morning to go. Just as he knew he was probably going to have to fight for it. “This is our honeymoon. While I love what we did yesterday, I want this morning to be for us. Just us.”

Vadisk started to climb out of the bed. “I’ll watch and give directions.”

“No.” Montana held his hand up. “The point is to be together.”

“Nothing’s changed.” Vadisk’s jaw tightened. “We’re still in danger. More danger now that we’re actively trying to draw their attention.” He was up off the bed, looking for his pants and shirt. “I shouldn’t have slept with you. It wasn’t safe.”

“Vadisk, stop.” Dahlia leaned across the mattress, grabbing his hand as he pulled on his long-sleeved dress shirt. Vadisk froze, as if Dahlia could command him with that simple touch.

Dahlia pointed to the windows. “Montana, open the curtains.”

Reluctantly, he did.

“Now will you stay?” she asked. “If being with us is part of the mission and not just about us, our marriage?”

Vadisk grimaced. “You make it sound like I don’t want to be with you. I do. But I have to keep you safe.”

Montana persisted. “The doors are locked and I placed sensors on all the first-floor doors and windows. My phone will sound the alarm if someone enters. If anyone breaks in, we’ll know the second they do. Between that and the fact that they’ll have to come up the stairs, it will give us time. If someone comes for us, we won’t all be naked in this bed. Not by the time they get to us.”

What Montana didn’t say was that if the authorities came for them, there wasn’t much they could do. They could handle two or three guys, but given that Vadisk had single-handedly dealt with two armed men, they would come in force if they came again.

This wasn’t about real tactical safety; this was about Vadisk’s worry and bone-deep need to protect. He’d let him keep his distance last night because Vadisk had insisted it was the only way he would be with them, but Montana wasn’t prepared to let him keep winning that battle.

Vadisk looked dubious but swayed toward the bed as Dahlia tugged on him. Montana circled the bed to stand behind Vadisk as he faced Dahlia.

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