“Ivan, that’s not true. You all care deeply for your mother.”
“Yes, we do, but she feels equally, if not more, for us. We’re her children, after all. She will come around, you wait and see. Once she sees exactly how you complete us, she won’t be anything but accepting and will tell the world to fucking mind their own business.” He pushed me lower down his body.
“Just like that, huh? Language and all?”
“No, she’d be much more polite. If you stick around, we can find out together.”
“Your turn. What do you fear about our future?” I asked quietly.
“Having to wait my turn for you to bear me a son.” A sheepish grin formed on his face.
“Seriously? What is it with you and your brothers wanting to breed me?” I moved my hips against him, and he groaned. “I guess it’s a good thing I love the process as much as I do. Tell me, Blade, how did I do on this little quiz?”
“You’ve passed with flying colors. But you have a little dilemma,” he groaned as I lifted my hips and pushed his sweats lower.
“Do I? I’d argue it’s not little at all,” I teased, pushing them further and freeing his cock.
He grabbed my hips firmly and stared into my soul. “I meant you have a decision to make. Do you want me here or in the lake?”
“Both,” I exclaimed, rubbing my pussy against him. “I want both.”
Chapter 50
Aleksandr
Family Meeting—The Next Day
We were smack dabin the middle of the last set of interviews for the night. Music pulsed around me, and the woman I was interviewing stood poised and ready for questions. Thankfully, the same questions I’d been asking for days now flowed from my mouth without me even having to think about it.
“Thanks for coming today. If you were to be hired, what is something unique you think you could bring to the table?”
The responses varied—some nervous, others confident. I maintained my composure. My outward appearance was attentive and focused. Nodding at the right time, I asked follow-up questions and jotted down notes on them. Beneath the surface, though, my thoughts were on Kinsley. I punched my security code into my phone, unlocked it, and pulled up our group message thread. An uneasy feeling settled in my stomach as I reread the texts.
KINSLEY:
Family meeting after dinner tonight. Need to discuss some important parameters in our relationship.
REAPER:
Kitten, what game are you playing?
CROW:
Is this about what we discussed a few nights ago?
BLADE:
Will there be dessert?
KINSLEY:
No games, Reaper. Yes, Crow, we will touch on that subject. Blade, I do owe you dessert. What would you like?
BLADE:
You.
REAPER:
