13“Dmitri, I can’t move,” Alexei complained.
“Are you serious?” he laughed.
“Yeah . . . God, don’t be such a conceited bastard.”
“I’m sore too,” Dmitri soothed over his skin, bringing him up and into his arms.
“Do your knees hurt from . . . um . . . that last position?”
“No. I was . . . too distracted to really think about that . . .”
“Are the wounds opened up?”
“No.”
“Good.”
“Yes.” Dmitri kissed his temple.
“I kind of liked it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah . . .” Alexei drifted off for a minute before starting up. “I mean . . . with you.”
“Yeah . . .”
They both relaxed into a light doze.
There was a knock.
Adeline practically hurled the door off the hinges.
“f**k,” Dmitri growled.
“Adeline, get out,” Alexei spat.
She looked at the two naked men wrapped together on the bed, shrugged h
