Sergei broke the kiss with a gasp. “Oh God…”
Dom shivered and didn’t dare fuck up his rhythm, not with Sergei this close to the edge. “Fuck. Fuck, Sergei. D-don’t…” Dom squeezed his eyes shut, his ability to speak dissolving as he thrust into Sergei’s fist.
Beneath him, Sergei moaned softly, and shuddered, and the first jet of semen on Dom’s stomach sent him over the edge. Dom squeezed his eyes shut, jerked against Sergei, and they both gasped and moaned and cursed as their semen mingled between them.
Even as they came down, they didn’t let go. As soon as they could breathe, their lips met, and they didn’t stop kissing. Dom drew away for a second to grab some tissues, but as soon as they’d cleaned themselves off, they picked up right where they’d left off.
After a while, Sergei broke the kiss. He touched his damp forehead to Dom’s. “I love you, Dom.”
“I love you too.” Dom cradled Sergei’s face in both hands. “I don’t know if we’re going to get through this, but—”
“Doesn’t matter.” Sergei kissed him softly. “Even if we don’t…” He lifted his head, and their eyes met.
Neither of them tried to finish his sentence. They spoke three languages between them, and there weren’t enough words to convey what they’d take to the grave, what they’d had a chance to taste before fate inevitably closed in.
Dom turned onto his back, and Sergei molded himself to him. He rested his head on Dom’s chest and Dom wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
Sergei took a breath. “After tonight, things will get—”
“I know.” Dom kissed the top of his head. “But let’s have tonight. We’ll deal with tomorrow when we get there.”
Sergei met his gaze.
Neither of them said it, but it was there in Sergei’s eyes as surely as it was ringing in Dom’s ears:
Let’s have tonight.
Because this is all we have left.
Chapter 31
As the dust settled, they lay in silence, still tangled up in each other in the warm glow of the bedside lamp. Dom’s strong arms were wrapped around Sergei, Sergei’s arm draped across Dom’s chest. Somehow they always ended up like this, but it felt less like lazy affection tonight and more like something much needier.
“You know what’s kind of crazy?” Dom asked after a while.
“Hmm?”
“I was talking to my cousin one night. The psychopath.” Dom’s fingers ran lazily up and down Sergei’s arm. “And we talked about the Georgian.”
Sergei’s neck prickled. “Oh really?”
“Mmhmm. I don’t even remember what we were talking about, but at some point I said, ‘well, if the Georgian ever gets that close to me, it’ll be to suck my dick.’”
Sergei pushed himself up and locked eyes with Dom, staring down at him in horror.
Dom’s lips were twisted slightly as if he were fighting a laugh.
Then Sergei snorted. So did Dom. They both burst out laughing. It was gallows humor of the most morbid kind, and laughing at it probably made them the sickest fucks on the planet, but laughing beat the alternative, so Sergei didn’t fight it.
“You aren’t serious,” he said.
“I am,” Dom laughed. “I was being a cocky idiot, and I knew it would horrify Felice, and… apparently it was truer than I thought.”
Sergei laughed again, shaking his head. “Well, if I’d known you were into that kind of thing…”
Dom rolled his eyes. Then he drew Sergei down and kissed him again. “If I’d known sex with the—with you, would be that good, I’d have come looking for you a long time ago.”
Sergei grinned against his lips. Slowly, though, his humor faded, and reality settled back in. Yeah, they’d found each other. And like it or not, Sergei was still the Georgian, and Dom was still…
He sighed, trailing the backs of his fingers down Dom’s chest.
Dom sobered too, and touched Sergei’s face. Quietly, they cuddled up together again, Sergei’s head on Dom’s shoulder and Dom’s arms around him.
As they lay in silence, Sergei’s mind rattled with all the things they’d learned about each other tonight. All the things they were. All the things they wished they could be. All the things that had put them both on the path to where they both were now.
After a while, he whispered, “Can I ask you a question?”
Dom let his hand drift from Sergei’s face to his arm, and rested it there. “Can’t promise I’ll answer.”
Sergei managed a soft laugh. He shifted a bit, since his elbow and shoulder were starting to ache from holding himself up. “What happened to your father?”
Dom stiffened. “What?”
“Your father.” Sergei swept his tongue across his lips. “I… people around town talk, you know? I’d heard of you, and they all said your uncle adopted you after your father died. After he…” He hesitated, not sure how raw this nerve was. “Betrayed the family.”
Closing his eyes, Dom clenched his jaw. His fingers twitched on Sergei’s arm.