Page 14 of Secret Baby and the Bratva

“You don’t have to thank me for reminding you that you can have friends over to your home.”

“Yeah, I guess not.”

My friends take off, and I’m alone with the guys. It’s getting late, and Maverik’s asleep on the blanket. I settle next to him. Watching a baby sleep is magical.

Yulian pulls me in tighter for a hug. “I don’t think I’ve seen you smile this big ever.”

“My life finally feels like it’s falling into place.”

Maxim steps closer. “We want you to be happy.”

“I am. I truly am. I’m meeting my life goals: getting a degree, a good job, a guy, or guys, who love me, a baby. I have everything I want, just didn’t get it in the order I expected.”

The three of them circle me. The intensity stirs up feelings that hadn’t fully manifested since giving birth.

Today solidified something. This is my home where I can have friends over. I can offer snacks. I can be myself. I can share the struggles of motherhood. Life can finally be normal.

And I can be a wife. A woman. Yep, the tingling setting in between my legs leaves no doubt of that. I have three guys who are desperate to please me…why not?

I think back to Aubergine Affair and how Yulian, Feliks, and Maxim made me feel. The bliss, the ability to surrender to another person. Being satisfied over and over again. The way they couldn’t get enough of me. The way they looked for me afterward, as if I was their world.

My worries about them are no longer valid.

I reach up and stroke Maxim’s stubble. “You’ve been so patient.”

“It’s not easy.”

I lower my hand, letting the back of my fingers trail down his chest over his abs. God, this man is a brick shithouse. He’s all muscle. Everything about him is hard. At one point, I thought he was cold and hard. It’s a façade.

As my hand lowers to the front of his pants, I turn my hand around to palm his erection. There’s nothing cold about that. He cups my head, tilting it up. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Feliks looks at the baby. “It’s a safe bet he’s not going anywhere.”

Yulian carefully lifts Maverik. “I’ll put him in the crib, just in case.”

“Then hurry back.” I recline on the blanket. “There’s plenty of space for all of us, like the big room at Aubergine Affair.”

“You’re serious,” Maxim says, slowly unfastening his belt.

“I need you.”

“You’ve got us.”

“And to think, this seemed like an ordinary day.Tsvetok, you turned this into one of the best days of my life.” Yulian keeps his voice low.

He must notice my confusion. “Tsvetokmeans flower. Your scent, your softness. You’ve haunted me since the night we met.”

“I can’t stop thinking about our night at Aubergine Affair. I want to feel that again.”

Yulian wastes no time getting the baby to the crib and the monitor on. The other two have my clothes and theirs off. I lie on the blanket, Maxim on one side, Feliks on the other.

Maxim’s kissing my lips, his hand stroking up and down my thigh. My body shivers under the weight of his large paw. Even caressing my thigh, his intensity is apparent.

Feliks kisses my breast, kisses over the nipple, then back. I think I know what he wants, but he’s hesitant. His hand massages my breast as he flicks his tongue over the nipple.

“It’s okay.” I don’t have to explain any further as he latches on. It feels so good to have his mouth on my breast, to have Maxim’s mouth on my lips. And in moments, it must be Yulian’s mouth on my foot.

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