Page 132 of Beautiful Forever

Happiness detonates inside my chest when arms band around me. Pirouetting around, I climb his massive body like a freaking jungle gym and hook my legs around his waist.

“When did you get ba?—”

The rest of my question morphs into a moan when I’m pushed against the industrial-size fridge and passionately kissed.

“Miss me,pevchaya ptitsa?”

Aleksander had been in Dubai on business and wasn’t supposed to get back until Monday.

I pepper enthusiastic kisses all over his face, so happy that he’s here. “You know damn well I did. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back early?”

He cups my face between his large, inked hands, and I get lost in his gunmetal gray eyes.

“Wanted to surprise you.”

My smile is effulgent. “Best surprise.”

He brushes a soft kiss over my lips. “You know what time it is?”

The brilliance of my smile increases. “After midnight, which means…”

“The two-year anniversary of the first time I kissed you,” he finishes for me.

“As I recall, kissing wasn’t the only thing we did,” I remind him.

The long and winding road of our relationship is an interesting one. Enemy turned friend turned something more. Aleksanderearnedhis fucking place in this family and in my heart. With Tristan as the ringleader, it was actually the guys who playedEmmaand encouraged Aleksander and me to explore the feelings that had been building between us for years. He’s a good man, a great brother to Tristan and Alana, a fantastic father to my kids, and he loves me with his whole heart. I love him back just the same. It’s different from the love I have for the guys but just as powerful. I may not have the history with Aleksander that I do with Tristan, Constantine, and Hendrix, but that’s what’s special about sharing a lifetime together. We have the rest of our lives to make new memories that belong to only us.

Aleksander sets me down on the counter island, but I keep my arms and legs locked around him. I kiss up his neck, inhaling his spicy aftershave, and nip a love bite to his chin.

“Kids are asleep. House is quiet. Want to fuck your wife hello?”

Technically, we’re not married, but I never ripped up the contract. In my heart, I’m as much his wife as I am the guys’.

He curves a hand around the back of my neck, and my legs turn to jelly when his grin turns wicked.

“I’d very much like to fuck my wife.”

“Hey, man,” Hendrix says, shuffling into the kitchen. “Thought I heard voices. Welcome back.”

He and Aleksander tap fists.

Their friendship took a while to solidify, but once it did, they’ve been thick as thieves. Aleksander’s calm demeanor helps ground Hendrix, much in the same way as I do.

Grabbing a chilled bottle of water from the fridge, Hendrix rests a hip to the counter. “By all means, please carry on with what you were doing.”

Tristan enters the kitchen with Constantine. Guess all the adults are up. Our sleep schedules are screwier than the kids.

“Welcome home,” Tristan says, slapping Aleksander on the back in the way men hug each other without actually hugging each other.

“What were they doing?” Constantine asks. He leans around Aleksander to kiss me.

Hendrix puts his water down, the glint in his baby blues as wicked as Aleksander’s smile was moments ago. “About to fuck. I was going to watch, but since we’re all here. Grab the whipped cream.”

I dissolve into a fit of giggles when I’m laid out on the countertop.

Best thing about my husbands? All the fucking fantastic orgasms.