Page 72 of Savage Little Queen

“Do you need help?”

“You can set the table.”

I went to the cupboard he indicated, got out the plates, and walked to the table where I set it, complete with the wine glasses he gestured to. I had to hand it to him. Dom sure could cook.

“It’s not as authentic as I’d like, but I want it to be ready sooner rather than later. She’s barely eaten anything today,” he muttered as he layered the ziti with different cheeses he’d grated.

I opened the fridge to see apple juice inside. I smiled at that.

“What are you making?” Levin asked, coming into the room.

“That’s Dom’s ziti and bread. I know that smell anywhere,” Vincent said, coming into the kitchen.

“How long? I’m so hungry I’d eat the asshole out of a deer if I could catch one,” Levin muttered.

“You could eat my ass while you wait,” Vincent said. I closed the fridge and looked at Levin, whose cheeks flushed red.

I grinned at him. I’d never seen him embarrassed before.

“It’s OK, big guy. Go eat Vin’s ass.” I clapped him on the shoulder that hadn’t been shot.

“Fuck off, ass nugget,” he muttered.

I went to the kitchen island and sat on a stool, surveying Levin while Dom continued his ziti layering.

“So. You two,” I said, smiling at the pair who sat at the kitchen table. “Is it like a real relationship or just fun stuff?”

They looked at one another. It was Vincent who spoke.

“It’s not really a relationship. We’re best friends who love each other. We’re just. . . us.” Vincent shrugged. “Our relationship is with B. She’s the center of everything for us.”

“But you guys fuck, right?” I pressed.

“We do,” Vincent said, nodding.

“And you love each other.”

Vincent nodded again.

“And Dom. . . are you in on this with them?” I looked to Dom who was placing the massive stoneware into the oven.

He turned to face me and crossed his arms over his broad chest while leaning against the polished log counter.

His glasses slid down his nose again. Quickly, he pushed them back up.

“I’m not in on it with them, but I’m also not opposed to anything happening either,” he said, his voice soft. “I’ve never done anything like that before, but the idea doesn’t turn me off, especially if Bianca likes and wants it. I may be interested in experimenting with her watching.”

I nodded.

“So what do you say, Fallon?” Vincent asked, wagging his brows at me. “You want Levin to eat your ass too?”

“Fuck. That.” Levin snorted. “I don’t want shit to do with his Russian ass.”

“Too bad, you big fucking softie,” I said, grinning at him. “You ain’t lived until you’ve fucked a Russian guy.”

“Call me dead then,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“It’s fine. I don’t think I’d participate in what you guys are getting into, but I don’t mind watching,” I said. “Besides, I know that if I gave Levin a shot, he’d never be able to get enough, and I don’t have time for a fanboy.”

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