Page 74 of Working Out West

He buried his face into my chest and nodded.

“Words, moya lyubov’.I need them.”

He kissed my chest, and my dick perked up more than it already was from having him in my arms.

“Yeah, dinner out sounds good.”

“Excellent. I will organize a place and pick you up at six.”

“Sounds good.”

“Would you be interested in staying at my home after?”

He paused after a little yip sounded from his lips. I pinched his chin and gently dragged his head up to see his cheeks burning for me.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Da,” he replied.

“Good. Pack a bag then. Now kiss me so I can get ready for the day.”

Of course, when he did, I did not leave the room for another half an hour.

West

“I feel like a giddy gay teen on his first date,” I confessed as I sat on my bed, gripping the sweater I held.

Kylo snorted. “Shit, I would as well if an ex-mafia guy, who was hot and totally fuckin’ devoted to me, was on his way to pick me up for a night of sexy time.” He grinned and quickly added, “Don’t tell Saint I called your guy hot.”

Lucas and I laughed. “I won’t if you don’t call him hot in that appreciative tone again.”

“Well lookee here. Someone’s possessive,” Kylo teased.

“It’s good to see,” Lucas said. He took the sweater from my hands, folded it, and placed it in my bag. “I bet you never thought you and Adrik would be where you are.”

I shook my head. “Not in a million years. It might sound like my head’s in the clouds, but I never thought I could be this lucky.”

“He’s as crazy for you as you are for him. Anyone can see it,” Lucas said.

I hummed under my breath, my body warming. That I believed. The man kissed me every chance he got, no matter who was around—even in front of Dimitri and his parents, who’d been over for lunch before they departed early the next day to go back to Russia.

“What are you wearing to dinner?” Kylo asked.

I glanced down at my jeans and T-shirt. “This.”

Lucas and Kylo shared a look.

“What?” I demanded.

“You can keep the jeans, but maybe try a shirt. I’m sure Adrik will take you to a nice place,” Lucas said.

Groaning, I slapped my forehead. “Crap. I should have thought of that. I don’t have a nice shirt. At least I don’t think I do.” I strode to my walk-in closet and flung shirt after shirt across the room. None of them felt right. “No, no, no,” I repeated. I groaned. “I don’t have anything.”

A chuckling Kylo rested his hands on my shoulders. “Relax. He’ll like you in anythin’. Go out and finish packin’. I’ll find somethin’.”

“Okay.” I nodded, relaxing a little.

Lucas helped me with the rest and slid in a packet of condoms. I froze, my gaze rising to his. Lucas smiled. “Just in case.”

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