If he wanted it, they did it.
Then again, he’d never felt for the kept women what he found himself feeling for Rya and that worried him. If he was a smart man, he’d distance himself from this, look at it from an objective standpoint, and get the hell away from Rya once they were done. But he already feared he’d become trapped by the lovely woman with amber eyes and a very strong will. It fascinated him to see her be so dominant with both Katya and Tusya, yet when she looked at him she somehow softened. He liked that he had that effect on her. A lot.
“You can turn around now, Dimitri,” Rya said in a low, content voice. “Thank you for respecting my modesty.”
There was a hint of laughter in her last words. When he turned from where he leaned against the wall, he took in the sight before him, trying to hold back his tortured groan. Rya leaned back against the edge of the large cream-colored jetted porcelain tub, surrounded by mounds of bubbles that hid her delectable body from his sight. Katya was naked, but he’d played with her before and while she was fun, she didn’t hold one-tenth of the allure that Rya did. He schooled his features into the impassive mask he assumed in public and nodded to Rya.
She gave him a lazy smile, her long hair twisted up into a bun on top of her head. “Can you tell Katya that I would like her in the bath with me? And that I would like her to wash me, please, but all beneath the bubbles.”
He swallowed hard, but nodded. It seemed little Rya liked to tease. “Of course.”
After relaying the orders, Katya slipped into the bath with Rya, wet a wash cloth and began to work up a lather with a bar of his personal soap. While Katya had a nice, svelte little body, she did nothing for him in the face of Rya’s rich sensuality. As Katya washed Rya, he liked the idea of Rya smelling like him. Even though it was a masculine fragrance, he enjoyed he thought of everyone around her knowing she’d been here, in his bathroom, smelling of his custom-blended fragrance. Katya’s hands disappeared beneath the bubbles and Rya let out a soft sigh.
“Tell me about yourself, Dimitri. You’re so dark and mysterious, perhaps even dangerous. What wicked things do you do?” He stiffened and immediately and the fine lines around her eyes deepened as a blush heated her already rosy cheeks. “I’m sorry, that was meant to come out as a joke.”
Moriz had told him Rya was perceptive, but not many people could read him as well as she seemed to. He’d been trained to show no emotion, to give away nothing, but she’d detected his discomfort. Who was this woman? “My tale dull and boring. I find you interesting, little Rya. It is unusual name for an American, yes?”
She leaned back against the small towel placed behind her head on the edge of the tub and shrugged, her smoothly rounded shoulders briefly lifting above the bubbles. “My mother wanted to name me after my father. His name was Ryan. He passed away before I was born.”
“I am sorry for your loss.”
“It’s okay.”
He could still detect the hint of pain in her voice and it made him feel like a bastard. “I was named after my mother’s brother. He passed before I was born as well.”
She smiled and a dimple appeared in her cheek that he wanted to kiss. “Well, we have that in common. But don’t feel bad, while I miss never knowing my dad, I had over a dozen surrogate fathers. He left me in good hands.”
“What do you mean?”
Instead of answering him, her gaze grew heavy and she let out a soft moan that made his mouth dry. While they’d been speaking Katya had evidently moved up Rya’s legs and he was pretty sure right now she was washing Rya’s pussy. He wanted to plunge his hand beneath the warm water and find out if Rya kept her sex bare, or if she had those lovely, soft curls he so enjoyed on a woman’s cunt.
Keeping himself in check was difficult, but he loved watching the way Rya’s neck arched and the small gasp that escaped her. Katya seemed captivated by the American woman, not that he could blame her. There was just something about Rya that was so sensual. Still, he was curious and wanted the woman’s mind on him. It was selfish, he should let her enjoy Katya’s skills, but he wanted Rya’s attention and did not want to share it.
“I do not understand. You had many fathers?”
“Hmmm?” She turned her head and opened her golden eyes, the heat in her gaze stroking over his face like a caress of sunlight.
“Answer me, Rya.”
The edge of command in his voice seemed to reach her and she bit her lower lip before answering. “My father was a biker.”
“What is that?”
Katya moved away from Rya’s sex and lifted the other woman’s arm from the water. “This is hard to explain to someone not familiar with American culture. My father belonged to a biker club. He was high up in their ranks, and when he was killed in a motorcycle accident, the other members of club helped my mother raise me.”