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“I’m sorry, but I’m not comfortable with being a charity case,” I said, breaking off their excitement.

Miles’s lower lip quivered, and knowing I’d disappointed him made me ache.

“Oh, no, no.” Elliot pursed his lips. “Not at all. In return, you will model for me. How does that sound?”

My brows drew together as I moved my hand through my hair. “Model for you?”

“Oui,” he said. “Miles already told you I have a clothing brand, and with a face like yours, you can be an excellent model.”

I’d never modeled before, nor did I ever want to do so, but if it gave me the chance to spend a whole weekend with Miles, away from here, I’d do it.

“Deal.” I reached my hand forward, only for Elliot to push it away so he could hug me. I never met my father, and I had no idea who he was, and while Chief was in my life, I’d always seen him as an older brother rather than a father figure. With Elliot’s arms wrapped around me and my face pressed to his chest, I felt welcomed, wanted, and perhaps even needed. I had no doubt this was what it felt like to be loved by your parents, and I was happy Miles had it. I closed my eyes and hugged Elliot back. I was happy.

Chapter 14

Miles

Thank God my dads left the house because my mouth was on Andrei’s before the door to my room was even closed.

“Oh, fuck.” I gasped when his hands grabbed my ass cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze.

“You like that, Zaychik?” His voice was lower, huskier, and God, I loved the way my new nickname rolled on his tongue.

“Yes.” I almost moaned my answer as he started to lead me farther into my room. When the back of my knees hit my bed, he shoved me flat on the mattress.

I pushed up on my elbows, waiting for him to join me on the sheets, when he grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed. By no means was I a petite guy, yet he manhandled me like I was, making me hot and needy.

He pressed his lips to my ankle and kissed it while slowly moving his hands over my legs. I wanted to feel his skin on mine with no barriers.

“Take my clothes off,” I requested, my voice demanding.

“Your wish is my command,” he teased back as his hands came to play with my zipper. I raised my hips off the bed, and he pulled down my trousers and boxer briefs in one quick move. I’d already lost my shirt on the way back to my room, so now I was completely naked on my bed, with my hungry eyes set on the Adonis standing above me.

“You’re so fucking sexy.”

Ignoring his compliment in a cheeky way, I pressed my feet to his chest and rubbed them against the white fabric of his shirt. “I want you naked too.”

Andrei’s mouth curved into this half smirk before he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. His tanned skin glowed in the afternoon sun that came in through the blinds and emphasized every muscle in his body like a Michelangelo statue. My man is a true masterpiece.

A small light reflection caught my eye, and I blinked to ensure it wasn’t the fruit of my imagination.

“Your nipple is pierced.” I gasped, popped up on my elbow, and placed my palm flat on his chest, stroking the piercing with my thumb. He groaned at the touch, so I tugged the small ring with my finger and gave it a soft pull.

“Fuck,” he growled, adjusting the growing bulge in his jeans. Even though I was eager to cup him with my hand, I continued playing with his nipple. Thrilled with my new discovery, I pressed my mouth to his chest and continued to moan around the small barbell. He hissed as I licked his nipple and sucked the silver jewelry into my mouth, and I was proud for making him feel so good.

“You didn’t have it when we surfed,” I pointed out between sucking and licking. He grabbed the back of my head and forced me to look up before he pushed me flat on my back.

“I take it off when I go surfing.” He answered my question as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down with his boxers. I let out a choked moan at the sight of his heavy cock hanging between his muscular thighs. My mouth watered at the thought of having him in my mouth again, and I moved my hand down my body to give my aching cock a small stroke.

“Fuck, Andrei, I want to taste you,” I pleaded. Every second that passed without him touching me felt like pure torture.

“Soon, Zaychik,” he said as he dropped to his knees and pulled me toward him so my knees rested on his shoulders and my ass was up in the air.

“Oh my God,” I moaned when he wrapped his mouth around my dick and took me to the back of his throat. I fisted his dark hair as he started to work his mouth and moaned around my cock as he swallowed me whole.

I looked down to watch him; his eyes were closed, his cheeks were hollowed, and his lips stretched wide around my length. Vibrations shot through me at how sexy he was as I tried to hush my moans by covering my mouth with my free hand.

He suddenly let go of my cock, his fist replacing his mouth, and he looked up at me with hungry eyes. “You don’t keep your voice away from me, Zaychik.” His voice was low and dangerous. His hand gripped me harder, and the pain sent jolts of pleasure through my body.