“Yes, now come and make me a bit happier.”
I slide over to him, but he grabs my waist and situates me with my back pressed against his chest. He wraps his hands around my knees and pushes my legs wide, hooking them over his own. It’s not uncomfortable, but it does feel a little vulnerable. One move and the world would be able to see my pussy as clear as fucking day. It's actually a little thrilling, and I suddenly wonder what it would be like to do this in a more public place. Hmm, I wonder which of my guys would be up for that? Max, probably. I can see it now. I'm sitting on his lap, legs spread, his hand tucked under my skirt, fingers buried in my pussy, chatting away to Angel as if he doesn't care that he's seconds away from making me cum. Niki would sit opposite, watching, his eyes holding mine and waiting for the moment I would come undone under Max’s fingers.
Jesus fucking Christ. Heat travels up my neck and along my cheeks as I think about it. My pussy is dripping and clenching around nothing but wanting to be filled by something that can take away the sudden ache of need. Seems these men are helping me realise a number of kinks I never knew I had.
Niki shifts me slightly, positioning me so my ass lines up perfectly with his erect cock. A little moan bubbles out of my throat, and Niki huffs a breath that tickles the shell of my ear as my weight settles on his dick, but that’s all the reaction I get from him.
“—do we fit in?”
“Huh?” I was so lost in my little daydream that I didn’t realise Max was talking.
He looks at me fondly, a warmth in his gaze as the blush across my cheeks deepens to a bright scarlet. “I was asking how wefit into your plan to overthrow your father, but I’m much more interested in what brought that colour to your cheeks.”
“Nothing,” I squeak, and the guys chuckle.
“Fine, keep your secrets,” Max says languidly. “But we will be coming back to that, pet. I’ll make you tell me, of that you have my word.”
I gulp, the threat in his words sending a delicious thrill zipping down my spine.
Max grins wide as he relaxes back into the arm of the sofa. “So, what do you want from the Volkovs, pet?”
God, that fucking word has my pussy clenching and my hips rolling of their own accord. “I wanted to set in place an alliance.”
“And what would the twins say about that?” Max says, his head cocked to one side and his gaze a little intimidating.
“Well, actually, I think you’d find they’d be all for it.”
“What?” Max says shortly.
“Conor and Cillian have been learning everything they can about you and the Volkov ways.”
“And learning all our secrets,” Max spat, clearly unhappy that the twins had been sticking their nose in where it didn’t really belong. I couldn’t fault Max for that. If a Volkov had been poking their nose into my business, I’d have wanted to cut it off.
“To be honest, I think they were analysing you and how you work to understand you and work out what would entice you the most. One thing you need to know about my brothers is that they are methodical. They won’t stop until they understand everything, and for them, gathering intel is key.”
Max is still frowning, and I want nothing more than to alleviate his worries.
“Look,” I say as I lace my fingers with his. “The twins don’t think like we do. They look at risk and calculation and make decisions based on data. They don’t work with gut feeling or instinct; they think it’s beneath them.”
“It’s true,” Angel adds. “They’re methodical to the bone and make decisions without any thought about what’s right or wrong. Morals never mattered to them.”
I sometimes forget that Angel experienced the twins intimately, and I shudder to think what they put him through. He doesn’t look scarred by it, but he certainly didn’t stick around. It does intrigue me though, and the conversations I had with the twins earlier pops into my head. “Did Conor ever have sex with you, or was it just Cillian?”
Angel’s brows hit his hairline, and his mouth bobs a little, like he’s a fish out of water. “Well, no. He was involved but only ever really got to a point before stopping and just watching. At first, I thought it was a kink, but after a while it seemed more like confusion. Why?”
“Oh, something Cillian said earlier. Just surprised me is all. I always think of the twins being so certain about themselves and the world that when they doubt something about themselves, I find it a little fascinating.” I wasn’t going to go into any more detail than that because it felt like an invasion into their privacy, and it wasn’t my place to gossip about their sexuality. Didn’t stop me from being damn curious, though. Something that was probably coming out of the fact that the twins and I were a lot closer than we had been in years. I wanted to know them and understand who they were more than I did now. Pretty sure I was just as fascinated about them as they were about me.
“I can’t wait to spend some time with them,” Niki says, and his grin is almost wider than his face. “I’ve a feeling we’re going to be best friends.”
I roll my eyes. There is absolutely no way I’m letting the three of them sit in a room alone. It would probably turn into a bloodbath.
“Whether your brothers wanted to start a war or not, we are on the brink of one.” Max brushes his thumb along the back of my hand as he talks.
“I think that’s more my father’s doing than theirs,” I add, pursing my lips in thought. “Conor and Cillian are looking to the future where the Quinn name carries weight beyond the limits that my father has constrained it to.”
“Interesting,” Angel muses as he rests his head on his fist, his elbow cocked on the back of the sofa. “And they’re happy forming an alliance with their enemy?”
I snort. “Do we even know why we’re enemies anymore?”
