He’s trapping me. I feel it.
“No,” I answer seriously. “A long and needed discussion. I had to cool my head and switch back to work mode before coming home. Confront my weaknesses.”
His eyes flick to mine and he nods. “Good. Now go deal with your brother’s weaknesses. He has some hesitation to look deeper at Lief. No one is more likely to be a leak than one I trust entirely, with the worst of what we do.”
“Whoever suggested that is clever,” I say, knowing he’ll miss my angle.
“Sven has proven himself truly loyal recently,” Father says as if agreeing. “I look forward to our business being taken care of so I can hand it down to you, knowing you’ll protect it and those involved.”
I’m going to do plenty of protecting. Right after I take care of the dickhole who is framing Lief for insubordination. The sooner it’s taken care of, the sooner I get to make my own time for Valerie.
VALERIE
Lief follows me home, but when I park, I eye his bike hungrily. I’d love to be on it with him, clinging to him as the rush of wind tangles my hair. He pulls me against him tightly and kisses my jaw and my neck.
“We’ll get food before I leave and you can ride,” He promises.
Of course, he knows what I want. Doesn’t he always? Inside, I get to wash him down in the shower, fingers stroking over every thick muscle, kneading into his sinfully soft skin. I feed him kisses, and wash his hair, enjoying all of it.
Then I get the pleasure of drying him, head to toe. I sink to my knees when he’s hard and wrap my lips around him. Lief groans and cups the back of my head in one firm, calloused hand, helping me blow him.
Even after the multiple rounds with Hunter, and having them both I want more. They’re a drug that I’m already addicted to, not that I can tell any of them that without losing my ground. If they knew how deeply they’ve wormed into my heart and head, they’d never leave me alone.
So instead, I dig my nails into Lief’s thighs and give him the best blowjob I can, licking and sucking just like I’ve learned. Lief’s legs tremble. “So good, Valerie.”
I hum in my throat and his eyes roll back before he fills my throat with come. I drag my tongue over his length before popping off his cock. He lifts me with one finger under my chin. “I thought taking care of me would mean nothing sexual.”
“I couldn’t resist,” I admit, trying to catch my breath. “Want a drink?”
He nods and follows me to the kitchen. I down two glasses of water and Lief slowly drinks from his icy glass, eyes on me. Pulling him to bed, I position him until he’s laying on my chest, using me like a teddy bear.
I run my fingers through his wet hair. “What do you like to do to unwind after a long day of work?”
“I don’t work consistent hours,” He murmurs. “I get breaks throughout, but I’m often called to work more.”
“All three of you have issues setting boundaries.” I shake my head. “But the question is still there. Video games? Reading? Collecting stamps?”
His chuckle rumbles through me as he kisses my collarbone. “I enjoy chess.” His fingers carefully stroke my side, but I can feel his foot bouncing too. “Reading nonfiction, mainly about history. I play piano as well.”
“Are you uncomfortable?”
His foot stops tapping as our eyes meet. “This is new to me.”
“Being taken care of or staying after sex?” I challenge.
He considers that for a moment, icy eyes glazing. “Both.”
I nod and rub his shoulders slowly, massaging the thick muscle there. “I appreciate you staying with me. It keeps me from feeling like …”
But I don’t want to tell him that if they always left right after, I’d feel like an unpaid whore. I know that’s not what I am. Not to them. Lief kisses my jaw softly. “I also go to the shooting range.”
“You have a gun?”
“Yes.” Another soft kiss on my neck. “I like knowing that I can defend myself and those I care about. I learned to shoot as a teenager and I enjoyed turning my frustration and anger into something productive. I can fight sufficiently.”
“Which means incredibly well,” I tease. “You minimize often.”
“I’m realistic,” He counters.