Page 20 of Pay the Piper

Pushing play on my carefully selected movie, I reach for the tube of shame and slather a generous amount on my hand. Wrapping my hand around the base of my cock, I work my way up my length, and a groan escapes when I reach the tip. Fuck, this is going to be good. I’ve been left to my own devices for way too long, so I’m practically a pro at this by now.

A few slow strokes to tease and—

“Daddy?”

That catches me off guard. Not my usual preference, but I guess if that’s what she wants. Yeah, baby. Take me so well. Nobody takes me like you do. Swallowing this big cock with that tight little cunt of yours. I tighten my grip, hitting my balls with each stroke.

“I need you!”

What do you need from me? Tell me? Do you need me to fuck you faster or harder, lesnaya? My grip tightens almost painfully as I quicken my pace.

“Dammit, Misha! Where are you?”

Wait, why the fuck is it Thatcher’s voice I hear—

My door flies open, but it’s not red hair; it’s blond. “Found him!”

Oh fuck!

In one fell swoop, I put my still painfully hard cock away and grab the knife that’s never too far, throwing it at the doorframe where I know it will just barely miss Thatcher’s stupid head.

He yelps as the blade wizzes by him, and by the time he turns to face me, I’m mostly put together. I hopefully look like I’m just enjoying a cheeky little movie in the afternoon, lying on my side, one hand propping my head up with my legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles.

“Bro, first off, what the fuck? Second, why do you look like Burt Reynolds?”

Thatcher makes his way to the bed and plops down across my legs, forcing me to sit up.

“First, because what the fuck are you doing in my condo. And second, aren’t you a little too young to know who Burt Reynolds is?”

Before he can answer, Nikki and Teddy flood into my room. Teddy goes directly for my bed, flopping back into a starfish position while Nikki sits politely down on the edge.

“Long day, Teddybear?”

It’s Nikki who answers. “Practice, then Bratva, then pregnancy hormones.”

“Oh, is Ellie okay?”

Both men laugh, but it’s Thatcher who speaks up. “She kicked him out of the house.”

“Trouble in paradise?” I ask, knowing damn well those two lovebirds are just fine.

“Apparently my sister kicked him out after he physically picked her up and took her to the bed after insisting she stop cutting raviolis. Because she needed rest…isn’t that right, Cuddles?”

Teddy grunts from the bed and flips over on his belly. Poor guy.

“Hey, man, we’ve all been there,” Thatcher calls out to his friend. “I tried to cook for Mila once, and she almost bit off my head…and not in a good way either!”

I can’t fight the chuckle that escapes on Thatcher’s behalf. I remember the day I found him moping in the gym because Mila had turned down his advances. He made my warrior queen a couple of egg whites and a measly little low-carb pancake, brought it to her, then bragged about the lack of nutrition. She really should have bitten off his head. Either one.

“And you guys decided to come here?”

Nikki rolls his eyes. “Yep! Thatcher is scared of Gabri, so he didn’t want to go to my place, and we knew you’d be home watching some trash—wait, is this Shrek? I haven’t seen this in so long, but I love this movie! Hell yeah, man!” He turns to me with childlike joy in his eyes.

The wonder in his expression changes almost in slow motion as he really takes in my appearance for the first time. Fooling Thatcher or even Teddy is easy, but Nikki has been trained all his life, just as I was. It’s not surprising that he would immediately clock in on the tissues and lotion I forgot to hide.

He drops his held-out fist and smirks. “Misha? Did we interrupt something?”

That gets Thatcher’s attention, and with Mila in Russia, he’s been lonely enough lately to know exactly what my accoutrements suggest. “Holy shit, no wonder you threw a knife at me. Sorry. Wait…were you…while you were watching Shrek? Wait! Did you put on Shrek to do that, or was it just on? It’s very important that I know the answer to this.”