Hailey's lips part against my skin, and then her teeth sink into me. The sting is light, but it makes me instantly hard. I yank her pelvis against mine so she can feel my hard as fuck cock.
When she sucks on my neck, I growl, “You’re playing with fire.”
“Mmh… will you kiss the burns better?”
My hand darts to her jaw, and turning her face up, I take her mouth with all the hunger I feel. I fuck her with my tongue until her body trembles against mine, and she moans for more.
If Alexei and Demitri weren’t here… Christ, I’d fuck Hailey until she couldn’t walk. I’d drain every ounce of energy from her body, leaving her sated and spent on my bed.
Her hands find my hair, and her fingers tug at the strands, and I almost forget we’re not alone.
I move my other hand back down to her thigh and brush my thumb over the crease, barely touching her pussy. Her hips buck forward, searching for more friction.
“Carson,” she whimpers against my mouth.
I move my hand more until the pad of my thumb presses against the spot where her clit should be. Hailey’s hands begin to move, roving down my neck and over my shoulders and back up again.
The kiss spins out of control.
“Go back down,” I hear Demitri say, and it makes me pull back from Hailey.
She quickly slides off the island and begins to straighten her hair and shirt while trying to catch her breath.
I let out a chuckle then call to Alexei and Demitri. “It’s safe to come up.”
I hear Alexei’s laughter before he appears, a pleased smile around his lips.
“So much for cooking, eh?” he asks.
“I got distracted.” Taking hold of Hailey’s hips, I lift her back onto the stone slab and say, “This time sit still.”
“Yes, Sir,” she replies, her cheeks still flushed from the moment we just shared.
Taking a pan from a drawer, I set it on the stove, and when I begin to sauté the mushrooms and strips of steak, I glance at Alexei. “Isn’t it time for a drink?”
I sure as fuck need one.
Alexei chuckles. “Yes, let’s drink.” He turns his attention to Hailey. “What do you like?”
“I don’t suppose you have soda?” she asks.
Alexei opens the fridge then says, “Only water.”
“I’ll have that then.” When he hands her a bottle, she murmurs, “Thanks.”
Alexei pours three tumblers of vodka and sets one down next to the stove.
After he’s taken a sip of his drink, he asks Hailey, “Where have you traveled?”
“Switzerland is my first destination. I’m thinking of going to Croatia next.”
“Why Croatia?” he asks.
“I’ve seen pictures of the most amazing waterfalls there.”
“Plitvice Lakes National Park,” Alexei says. “That’s where you’ll find them.”
“You’ve been?” Hailey asks, visibly relaxing.
“Yes. It’s peaceful.”
“Where else have you traveled?” Hailey asks, and it’s good to see her and Alexei finding common ground.
Alexei chuckles. “It would be better for you to ask where I haven’t been.”
“Seriously? Okay, where haven’t you been?”
Alexei actually has to think about the answer while he drinks more of the vodka. Then he mutters, “Fuck, I can’t think of any places.”
“You have not seen the whole world,” Hailey argues. “It’s impossible.”
A genuine smile spreads over my brother’s face, which is rare to see. “I like you, little one.”
Hailey grins, and then she winks at me. “I just got the stamp of approval.”
Shaking my head, I turn off the heat, a contented smile tugging at my mouth.
HAILEY
One thing’s for sure, my man can cook.
Leaning into Carson, I press a kiss to his cheek. “That was delicious. I’ll clean up.”
I get up from the couch and gathering all the plates, I carry them to the kitchen.
“We’re heading out,” I hear Alexei say, and it makes my eyebrows pop up.
“Keep me up to date with how it goes,” Carson replies.
It doesn’t take me long to clean the kitchen, and after hanging the cloth back in its place, I walk to the living room.
Alexei gets up, and I notice how Demitri moves at the exact same time.
Alexei comes to hug me, and I stiffen in his embrace.
“Keep my brother out of trouble,” he says.
“I can’t make any promises,” I joke.
I follow the men to the door and watch as they say goodbye. When Alexei and Demitri walk to an SUV that looks similar to the one Carson drives, I ask, “What does Alexei do for a living?”
“He’s a contractor, like me,” Carson answers as he shuts the door.
We stare at each other for a moment. A spark explodes in the air between us, and the predatory look Carson gives me makes my heartbeat speed up until it’s wildly hammering in my chest.
Moving at the same time, our bodies crash together, and our mouths latch on to each other.
The sexual tension that’s been building since Carson kissed me on Wednesday night has been driving me wild.