Page 62 of Tied to Hope
Rytsar held his arms out to her.
Brie walked into his embrace, resting her head against his muscular chest. But, once there, she felt the immensity of his sorrow and could no longer hold back the tears.
Rytsar was leaving them and the weight of it was crushing her soul…
“I will miss you,” she sobbed.
Rytsar didn’t reprimand her for crying. Instead, he held her even tighter. “Shh…radost moya…shh…”
When she couldn’t stop crying, he lifted her chin and gently kissed the tears from her cheeks before pressing his wet lips against hers.
The profound connection in that kiss instantly dried her tears.
When he broke away, Rytsar gazed at her tenderly. “Better?”
She only nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
“I will not be leaving immediately. I need time to prepare.”
She gave him a sad smile, grateful to hear it.
Sir had watched the entire exchange. Even though Brie knew he was determined to let Rytsar go, she also knew it didn’t make the pain of his leaving hurt any less.
Looking at the two of them, Sir stated in a gruff voice, “I think a session between the three of us is in order.”
Rytsar met his gaze and nodded in agreement.
When he looked back at Brie, he had a wicked glint in his eyes. “How would you like to revisit our first session,radost moya,for old time’s sake?”
Her heart skipped a beat. She remembered the cabin in Russia when Sir had surprised her by inviting Rytsar to join them in their first threesome.
Memories of that night still made her wet.
Brie bowed her head at Sir. “If it would please you. Sir.”
He smirked when he answered. “Naturally, téa.”
Tingles of excitement coursed through her body on hearing him call her by that name.
In quiet tones, Rytsar spoke to Sir in Russian.
Brie tried to follow the conversation. She had gotten pretty good at basic Russian with Rytsar patiently teaching her his native tongue and Sir letting her practice with him every night.
Although she couldn’t quite catch what the two men were saying, she didn’t miss the look of lust in Sir’s eyes when he answered Rytsar with a throaty, “Da.”
Rytsar turned to Brie with a wild gleam in his eyes, shouting, “Bezhat!”
She backed away from him, knowing he had commanded her to run, but it wasn’t until he lunged for her that she understood he was serious.
Her heart pounding in her chest, she looked at Sir and saw the same wild look in his eyes.
When both men started toward her as one unit, she suddenly understood what was happening. They didn’t want to relive that first time in the cabin.
No…
This was her warrior fantasy being played out. Only, instead of one warrior wanting to claim her—she had two.
Brie immediately kicked off her sandals and turned, bolting toward the door. She flung it open with an excited squeal and she raced out of the house with both of them pursuing her.
