I just keep staring at him as he comes in, picks me up, and puts me on his lap. He rubs my sides. “I’m proud of you for going after your dream. Not enough people do and so many who want to, just don’t have the chance.”
“You’re supposed to be sassy and cocky,” I say.
He kisses my neck. “I’ll reward you if you pass your practice test. I’ll eat you out until you beg for my cock.”
I groan, “There’s my boyfriend.”
Hunter’s eyes flutter for a moment, then his arms tighten around me. “Fuck the final.”
“I’d rather fuck you.”
He growls and throws me down on my notes, kissing me hungrily as he tries to drag my pants off. I squeal. “Hunter! My notes.”
“Want you.”
“I know!”
He kisses my neck, nibbling and licking before pushing my shirt up and biting my breast. I thread my fingers through his hair and pull him back to my mouth, kissing softly, gently, trying to cool his eagerness, at least for now. As much as I’d love to tumble around in bed with him, teasing and pleasing, this final determines if I pass the class.
He draws back and kisses my forehead. “Boyfriend?”
“Aren’t you?”
“Not arguing, dorogaya.”
“After I wrap up the final, I want to learn Russian.”
“You can taste Russian all night … every night” He chuckles before showing me just what he means. He purrs Russian in my ear, against my lips, kisses me between words, and gets me all worked up before a door opens.
“Are you distracting Valerie from studying, Hunter?” Chase demands.
He groans and kisses me again. “I’m coming!” Then to me, “study now. You’re mine later.”
I giggle and get through studying. Unfortunately, we have to postpone our fun even after I feel confident about the test since he and his brother have to deal with their dad. Lief wishes them luck, then joins me. He quizzes me thoroughly until the words barely make sense anymore. Lief and I make dinner together. I keep tugging on his shirt, trying to get buttons free, so he’s just in his apron.
“Valerie. What are you doing?”
“It should be illegal for you to wear clothes inside,” I huff. “You’re one of my favorite views.”
He shakes his head, but I see the small smile tugging on his lips. “You enjoy playing house.”
“With all three of my boyfriends, I do,” I agree. “And I don’t see how we’re anything else considering the dates, the fact we’re living together, all the kisses, the sex, the cuddling.”
Lief blushes at that.
“What’s that, Viking?”
He puts the pizza in the oven and takes off his apron and shirt. “I like cuddling with you.”
Grinning, I take his hand and pull him back to our chess game. He destroys me, but gently coaches me, shows me where I could have won, and suggests another game. I offer twister or truth or dare. He pulls me with him to the couch.
“Silly excuses to be close to someone. I’m glad I missed those in school.” He plays with my fingers as I sling my legs over his lap. Lief shows the size difference between our hands before sliding his fingers through mine. “I’d rather just … be close.”
I kiss his neck and snuggle close. “I like being close with you.”
He squeezes me and we trade between making out and cuddling until we eat. The lack of pressure for more right now makes me feel … more somehow. Lief and I seem to tumble into bed or fucking easily, so the fact that we aren’t, that we just cuddle different ways after kissing is so much more meaningful.
He spreads his legs, one of his thighs over my lap, the other behind me and pulls me against his chest so we’re tangled up. Turning my chin, he strokes my cheeks. “You could be twice as lethal as me, Valerie.”