Page 10 of Tied to Hope
Sir gauged his thrusts to coincide with Rytsar’s as the two men started moving together.
When Brie gazed up into Rytsar’s blue eyes, her heart skipped a beat.
He was staring at her sadly as if he’d already lost her and was making love to a ghost.
The sight of the tears welling up in his eyes overwhelmed her. Rytsar wasn’t a man to cry.
Seeing his reaction, Brie suddenly realized how truly close it had been.
Rytsar never expected to come back…
Even now, with his shaft deep inside her, he was struggling to believe this was real. Brie knew that and it broke her heart.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as they made love, her body rocked by the gentle movements of both men.
Afterward, when Rytsar went to disengage, she wrapped her arms tightly around him and whispered, “You’re back.”
Positioning herself between both men, Brie savored the afterglow of the scene, as the three lay silently on the bed.
She eventually broke the silence by asking the question that had been burning a hole in her heart all night. “What happened, Rytsar?”
Brie could feel Rytsar shaking his head on the pillow.
She turned to lie on her stomach so she could face him. “I need to know.”
He shook his head again. “Nyet.”
“Please…”
He would not look at her. Instead, he stared up at the ceiling.
“You cannot imagine what we have seen, the horrors we were subjected to. Titov and I have been permanently scarred by it.”
Turning his head toward her, he added in a grave tone. “If I were to speak them aloud, you would not be able to forget it. It would eat at you as it does me.”
She smiled sadly when his rough hand grazed her cheek.
“I don’t want you to be haunted by it as I am,radost moya.”
“But—” she began to protest, wanting to carry his burden.
Sir interrupted, commanding gently, “Trust him, babygirl.”
Brie nodded and laid her head on Rytsar’s chest as she reached for Sir’s hand. She felt a sense of contentment when Sir took her hand and squeezed it, while she listened to Rytsar’s steady heartbeat.
She had to believe he would recover from this now that the three of them were together.
Love was a mysterious force of great power.
A Night with the Gallants
Brie was busy packing up the nonessentials in the apartment in anticipation of the move. She’d started with all of her college stuff, which she had failed to sift through before.
Among the many treasures she’d discovered during the culling was a little beat-up, yellow handbook that she had carried with her through all four years of college. It was titled simplyThe Essentials of Filmmaking.
She held it up for Hope to see. “I know this doesn’t look important, but this little paperback meant the world to me in college.” Flipping through the pages, she murmured to herself, “It still does…”
One of Brie’s teachers had given her the small book on the day of her high school graduation. Looking over at Hope, who was watching her from her carrier, she said, “Miss Fushimi gave me this.”
