Page 6 of Bratva's Vow
He glanced at his watch. “Told you I’d pick you up at one, and it’s five minutes to.”
Because Iwastrying to be chill, trying to seem unbothered, I leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to Maxim’s mouth.
Just a peck. Respectable. Sweet.
But a part of me wished I had Jess’s boldness. To wrap my legs around his waist and drag him off to my bedroom for a round while they waited on us to finish, knowing all the while what we were up to.
Maxim scowled down at me and caught my arm when I stepped back. “That’s it?” he said, voice low. “You let me sleep in my big bed all alone last night, and that’s the best you can do?”
“I—” I squeaked, but he was already pulling me in, cupping the back of my head with one hand while he slid the other around my waist and lifted?—
Oh. Okay.
My legs were doing that thing again, where they followed their own volition. Wrapped around his waist. This was happening.
The kiss was slow and devastating, the kind that made my toes curl and my brain forget we weren’t alone. He kissed me like we had hours, like he owned the next breath I took.
Behind us, someone cleared their throat. Loudly.
“Don’t you think it makes more sense,” Sergei said over Maxim’s shoulder, “for the two of you to simply go to the bedroom and spend the entire day there? Then I would be spared from today’s absurdity.”
I broke the kiss with a gasp, clinging to Maxim’s shoulders and trying to remember how legs were supposed to work.
“Nope,” I gasped. “No way. We’reallgoing. It’ll be fun.”
“Sergei’s idea sounds good,” Maxim said.
I pouted at Maxim. “You don’t want to go?”
“Course I do.”
“Liar.” I stepped aside so they could enter the house and to give myself space from Maxim so my body could remember how vital oxygen was. At least he still wanted to go, even if it might not be something he normally would go for.
“He’s got you there, Maxim,” Nik said. “You usually have a good poker face, but not so much with Wren.”
“You guys want something to drink?” I asked. “Darius and Jess are—speaking of the horny devils.”
My roommate’s bedroom door opened, and Jess strutted out like she was headlining a runway show, her lipstick a perfect shade of witchy sage. How the hell did she make camo look so good?
She wore a cropped black tank that clung to her like a second skin, the hem barely brushing the top of her camo-print pants, which rode scandalously low on her slim hips, slung there like a dare. The waistband dipped just enough to reveal a glittering chain around her waist and the faintest glimpse of a tattoo curling along her pelvis. Her boots were combat-style, laced tight, but somehow added to the sex-on-a-mission vibe. A pair of mirrored aviators hung from the collar of her shirt like she’d been cast as the latest Bond girl.
Behind her trailed Darius, shirt wrinkled, lips slightly swollen, and that exact lipstick shade smeared across his mouth like a declaration.
“Finally,” I muttered.
“Should have stayed with me last night,” Maxim whispered in my ear.
I wish I had.
“Don’t hate because I’m having twice the fun.” Jess sashayed up to Nik, who opened his arms and pulled her in. They kissed with so much tongue I was genuinely concerned for their lungs. When she finally pulled back, she winked at us. “Though we may have room for two more.”
“Hardly likely,” Maxim grunted, squeezing me to him. “Ihave no desire to see my bodyguards’ dicks, nor do I want them anywhere next to this one. I don’t share.”
Pleased that Maxim and I were on the same page where sharing was concerned, I snuggled closer to him. Somehow, Jess seemed to be making it work with both Darius and Nik. Even the competitive edge the men used to have was gone. Like they’d all come to terms with being a throuple, though they hadn’t made it official. At least Jess hadn’t said anything about it, and she told me everything. Even the dirtiest bits that had me sticking my fingers in my ears.
“Everyone has to follow their own path,” Darius said, his eyes soft as he stared at Jess. “Whatever feels comfortable to them.”
“Are we gonna stand here all afternoon talking feelings or what?” Sergei barked.
