Born into Temptation (Devils Will Rise: Melnikov Legacy #4)

4. 2

“So he hated it too?” she asks.

“No, I don’t think he hated it. I think he was confused by it. We were pissed at having to be there, but he was disinterested and couldn’t figure out why people went there to hang out.”

Yelena fidgets with the collar of my shirt. “I bet you drew a lot of attention.”

I cup her face and tilt her up to me. “I’ll remind you that my reaction to that place convinced my dad I’m gay. You’re the only woman I want to see naked, myshka . You’re the only one I want.”

Her face softens at my words, and she tightens her grip on me when I lift her up and start to walk her out of the kitchen. The house is large, two stories and five bedrooms, and I’d claimed one of the upstairs rooms as my own. Max has the largest bedroom on the first floor because he wanted his piano in there with him. He doesn’t sleep well and often stays up late. The room I picked is far enough away so the late-night playing doesn’t bother me. Yelena and I will be getting our own place soon enough, so it doesn’t really matter anyway.

I carry her into the room, shutting the door behind us and taking her straight into the bathroom so I can start a bath. While the water runs, I set her down and slowly start to peel her clothes off. No matter how many times I see her naked, it always knocks me on my ass.

“How do you keep getting more beautiful?” I let her shirt fall to the floor and unclasp her bra so it can join the growing pile. Her dark eyes stay locked on mine when I cup her breast and drag my thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath my touch.

“I’m not—” she starts to argue, but I stop her words with a sharp pinch to her sensitive nipple.

Raising a brow, I soften my touch and say, “I know you weren’t about to say what I think you were about to say. You’re beautiful, Yelena. Every inch of you is perfect, like you were made just for me.”

Lowering my head, I suck her sore nipple into my mouth, running my tongue over her, erasing the pain and replacing it with pleasure. Her fingers thread into my hair as she pulls me closer. The tits I’ve been obsessed with my entire life are fuller with her pregnancy and much more sensitive.

“You remember the first time I tasted these?” I whisper the words against her wet breast, smiling at the small tremor that runs through her as I kiss and lick my way across her chest, taking the other into my mouth in a strong enough suck to make her gasp. My fingers run along her skin, brushing over the butterfly necklace she still insists on wearing every day.

“Yes,” she whispers. “I was sixteen, and you’d just turned seventeen.” I hear the smile in her voice when she says, “I stayed the night at your house and snuck into your room after everyone went to bed.”

I groan at the memory and give her another suck before slowly pulling back. Memories of that night flash in my head—the eager look on her face, our mixed, breathy pants, the way I’d taken my time with her and sucked on every inch of her breasts until she’d fallen apart beneath me.

“I still can’t believe I came,” she says with a laugh. “I thought you must be some sort of sex god.”

I laugh and stand back up so I can shut the water off and shed the rest of my clothes. “And you don’t think I am now?”

She laughs and says, “No, now I know for a fact that you are. I’d been unsure then. I’m certain of it now.”

With a huge grin on my face, I get in the tub and help her in before lowering us down into the water. She snuggles in between my legs and rests her back against my chest. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her closer and rest my hand on her lower stomach, still amazed at the life growing inside her.

“Do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl?” she asks.

“Maybe both, like Sveta and me.”

She shakes her head. “No way. We’re not going to entertain that possibility. Boy or girl?”

I smile and kiss her wet shoulder. “I don’t care. I just want an easy labor and delivery for you and a healthy baby. I’ll be thrilled with a son or daughter.”

“Me too.” She turns her face so she can kiss my cheek.

“Come on, myshka , let me wash you.”

She doesn’t argue, just smiles when I grab the strawberry-scented body wash that I bought just for her and get to work. She knows how much I love to wash her and how much it kills me that I can’t do it every day. I had no idea I had this particular fetish until she snuck into the shower with me when we were teenagers. Washing her body and hair was one of the most erotic experiences of my life. It had led me to shaving her for the first time, and as soon as I saw her completely bare pussy, I was a goner and a fan for life.

When I drop my hand between her legs and feel the soft stubble that’s starting to grow in, I tsk in disapproval and lift her up so she’s sitting on the edge of the garden tub.

“I wonder if you’ll ever get tired of taking care of me,” she asks while watching me get the shave gel and razor.

“Never going to happen,” I murmur, gently spreading her thighs open as my eyes take in every inch of the beautiful display before me. “God, I can’t wait until your stomach is round and swollen.”

“Then I’ll really need your help shaving.”

Smiling, I grab the shave gel and slather it on her. “You will, baby, and I’m more than happy to shave you whenever you need me to.”

She watches as I carefully run the blade across her pubic mound, creating a smooth track through the creamy shave gel. I was terrified of cutting her the first time I did this, but I’ve become something of an expert over the years. With her knees spread wide, she keeps still while I finish the bikini area and start to dip lower. The lips are the trickiest part, but I’m a patient man, taking my time as I guide the razor with one hand and use the other to keep her skin taut, getting every last sneaky hair until she’s velvety soft and completely bald.

I meet her eyes when I use the handheld nozzle to rinse her clean. They’re already so dark, making it impossible to tell if her pupils are blown, but judging by the flush to her cheeks and the hungry look she’s giving me, I’m betting they are. She knows what’s about to happen. With her pussy looking so goddamn mouthwatering, it’s impossible for me to not taste her.

Keeping the water aimed at her, I increase the pressure and gently glide the stream over her clit. She sucks in a quick breath, and when I do it again, she lets out a soft whimper. Teasing her with the spray of water, I kiss and suck my way up her inner thigh. Her fingers quickly dig into my hair as her breathy pants fill the air around us.

Giving her inner thigh one last suck, I smile when I see how ready she is. Her pussy is begging me to fuck it, labia darker with the flush of blood, clit swollen, so ready for me to give it a suck and push her over the edge, and when I run my finger up her slit, I feel her slick arousal coat my skin.

She throws her head back on a moan when I slowly slide my finger into her and circle the spray of water around her sensitive skin, hitting all the nerve endings but not giving her enough to come. Her nipples look downright painful, the peaks so hard I can’t resist lifting the nozzle and hitting them with the water. Dark eyes meet mine, so much frustration and longing in them, and when I slide my finger in deeper, she tenses around me, her inner walls clenching and making my dick pulse with the need to be inside her.

First things first, though. Forcing my eyes away from her perfect, wet tits, I put all my attention on the pussy I just shaved. With my finger still inside her, I keep the water teasing her nipple as I kiss her velvety soft skin. Running my tongue over her slit, I lick around my finger, tasting her arousal with a feral-sounding groan before I latch onto her clit.

Her whimpers spur me on, making me suck harder while I work my finger and tease her nipples with the warm spray of water. Rocking her hips, she fists my hair and moans my name as she lets go. My tongue flicks her clit, my mouth and finger relentless, pulling every second of pleasure from her that I can. When her thighs start to shake and she tugs on my hair in an effort to put space between her overly sensitive clit and my eager mouth, I soften my touch, giving her what she needs.

A shiver runs through her when I gentle my movements and kiss her delicate skin. Giving her one last kiss, I slide my finger out and stand, taking her with me. I stop just long enough to quickly dry us off before carrying her to bed.

“I need you,” I whisper against her lips as I lay her down and hover my body over hers. “I need to be inside you.”

She wraps her legs around my waist and cups my face, giving me one of her sweet smiles. “I need it too.”

Pressing the head of my cock against her, I watch her face as I slowly slide in. Her eyes widen slightly before rolling back and then finally closing. She moans and scrunches up her brow as I spread her wide. Even now, even after all this time, she still winces when I first enter her.

When I’m balls deep inside her, I rest my forehead against hers and sigh. “God, I love not having to wear a condom. I’m never wearing one again.”

She opens her eyes and gives a soft laugh. “You’re not, huh?”

“No. We’ll be married and can have as many kids as we want.”

“I’m not so sure I want them one after another.”

I smile and drag my nose along hers. “We’ll figure something out.”

Before she can argue, I rock my hips, sliding in even deeper before pulling back. I’ve fucked this woman in just about every position imaginable, but this one is my favorite. There’s nothing vanilla about missionary to me. I love feeling her smaller body beneath mine, I love the way her tits press against my chest, and I love the way her soft exhales become my inhales. It feels more intimate than other positions, and it always reminds me of our first time.

Her fingers dig into my back as I pick up the pace, and when she kisses me, it’s demanding and hungry and filled with the kind of love that’s meant to last a lifetime. She’s close. I can feel it in the way she’s gripping my dick and in the frantic breaths that mix with our kiss. When I send her over the edge, I let go with her. We stifle each other’s groans, never breaking our kiss as she clenches around me and I pulse inside her, coming hard enough to make my ears ring and my vision darken.

“Fuck, baby.” My words are a ragged whisper against her mouth, and she’s still clutching me like she’s never planning on letting go. One last shiver runs through me as I spill the last of my seed, but even when I’m empty, I don’t pull out. I stay buried inside her, kissing her slowly as our bodies come down from the high we’d just been on.

“I love you, Val,” she whispers, and I smile at hearing her say it, just like I do every time.

“I love you too, Yel. Forever and always, no one but you.”

She smiles when I brush her wet hair off her forehead and then turns her face so she can kiss my palm. “I’m sorry for what you’re about to see in the morning.”

“Don’t apologize. You have no idea how much it means to me that I can be with you through it. I’m here for whatever you need. I just want to take care of you.”

“You better still find me attractive afterwards.”

I laugh and look down at her. “There is literally nothing you could do to make yourself unattractive to me.”

“We’ll see about that when I’m throwing up in the morning.”

I kiss the tip of her nose. “Yes, we will.”

Not wanting to leave the comfort of her body but knowing how badly she needs to sleep, I force myself to slide out of her. Yanking the covers down around us, I lay down next to her, pulling her against me as she snuggles in and pulls the blankets back up, tucking them under her chin. I kiss the top of her head.

“This is how I want to fall asleep every night, Yel.”

“I know. Me, too.”

I run my fingers through her damp hair, fighting between the urge to give her the space she needs and the very strong desire to throw her over my shoulder and haul her cute ass down to the courthouse so we can make this official. Knowing that it’s not open right now is the only thing that keeps me in the bed. I’m fighting a constant war between wanting to make her mine and knowing I need to give her space to come to terms with this on her own. Tamping down my overly possessive streak, I kiss her head and hold her while she falls asleep against me.

When one of Max’s haunting melodies filters up from his bedroom, I’m still awake, watching Yelena sleep and thinking about our future. I kiss her head and gently scoot her over before sliding out of bed and throwing on some jeans. Making sure she’s bundled up and still in a deep sleep, I kiss her once more and then follow the sound of the music.

Max is so caught up in it that he doesn’t hear me knock, so I open the door and walk in. Head bowed and eyes closed, he’s lost to everything except the music he’s expertly pulling from the large piano he’s sitting at. I know better than to startle him when he’s playing, so I lean against the door, waiting for him to finish and open his eyes.

It takes a while.

When he finally plays the last note, he tilts his head, listening to it until the echo fades away, and only when he hears silence does he open his eyes to find me watching him.

“Jesus,” he says with a soft laugh. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I didn’t want to startle you and bring you out of the zone like last time.”

“That’s only when I’m composing something new,” he says in his own defense. “It’s hard to get back into it sometimes if I’m pulled out unexpectedly.”

“Well, whatever you were playing sounded good.”

“Thanks, man.” He scoots over so I can sit down on the bench next to him. “Remember when I tried to teach you to play?”

I laugh at the memory. “God, that lasted all of what? Fifteen minutes?”

“More like ten, I think.”

I look at the long line of black and white keys. “I don’t get it. I don’t understand how you turn this into music, and I sure as hell don’t understand how you can just create your own songs.”

Max shrugs. “It just makes sense to me.” His long fingers brush over the keys before he plays a quick melody that he makes look absolutely effortless.

I nudge his shoulder. “Showoff.”

He laughs and looks over at me. “So how’s Yelena? Is my playing keeping her up?”

“No, she’s sleeping right through it. We went to see Tony today so he could examine her, and he said everything looks good.”

“Glad to hear it. Does that mean Dominic knows now?”

I scrub a hand through my hair and sigh. “Yeah, and Natalya. I’m trying to convince Yelena that we need to tell everyone, but she’s still scared and wanting to put it off.”

“She’ll come around,” he tells me. “She knows she can’t wait too much longer, and we all know she’s dying to marry you.” He gives a soft laugh. “Well, everyone except our parents.”

“How have they remained blind for so long?”

He shakes his head, clearly as baffled by it as I am. “No fucking clue. It’s impressive, though.”

“So how’d it go tonight?”

“Fine, I guess. Everything seems quiet. Sasha was bummed he didn’t get to kill anyone, but the rest of us were happy to have a boring night.” He starts rummaging through the stack of sheet music in front of him while he says, “Heard your meeting with Marty was a waste of time.”

“Yeah, it was, and he did not leave a happy man, so I’m sure we’ll be keeping a close eye on that.”

“One more thing to keep an eye on.” He arches a brow at me. “Didn’t our dads say something about handing us a city they’d already tamed?”

I smile and let out a soft laugh. “Yeah, but they also said if no one’s trying to overthrow you, then you’re doing something wrong.”

“Well then, bravo to us, we’re doing everything right.”

I laugh while he grabs a pencil and starts filling in notes on a blank sheet of music. Knowing he’s anxious to do what he loves, I stand up and head for the door. “See you in the morning, Max.”

“Yep,” he mumbles, already lost to the music in his head.

I find Yelena curled up into a ball on my side of the bed, hugging my pillow and looking adorable and sexy as hell. The blanket slipped down, revealing the smooth curve of her shoulder and the barest hint of her breast. If she weren’t pregnant and in need of sleep, I’d be waking her up with my dick right now.

With a sigh, I pull my jeans off and slip back under the covers. I lay on her side since she’s taken over mine, wrapping my body around hers and spooning her from behind. She lets out a soft moan and hugs the arm I wrap around her chest while her ass snuggles in against my painfully hard cock. Maybe sleeping like this wasn’t the best idea, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to push her away. Distance is the last thing I want, so I hold her close, burying my nose in her hair until I eventually fall asleep surrounded by her strawberry scent and the feel of her body curled into mine.

My heart nearly jumps out of my chest when I’m woken from a deep sleep by the feel of her scrambling from the bed and running for the bathroom. My groggy eyes open in just enough time for me to see a flash of her perfect ass before she disappears into the bathroom. I’m seconds behind her, and by the time she’s kneeling in front of the toilet, I’m there to hold her hair back and tell her I love her.

Her whole body shakes as she gets sick, sobs choke in her throat, and pained gasps fill the bathroom in between her heaving. My heart fucking breaks to watch her go through this, knowing I can’t take it from her. Kneeling down, I make sure her hair is out of her face and rub circles along her trembling back.

When it’s over and she’s left gasping with tears streaking down her face, she looks over at me and groans. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this.”

Her voice is scratchy from getting sick, and I’m sure she thinks she looks a mess, but to me she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

“You mean pregnant and beautiful?”

She lets out an exhausted, half-hearted laugh and flushes the toilet. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I was thinking.”

I help her up and hold her hair while she splashes water on her face and then brushes her teeth. She looks pale and smaller than usual, and all my protective instincts kick into gear, making me scoop her into my arms and hold her tightly against my chest as I carry her back to bed. She’s too exhausted and queasy to argue, so she saves her strength and rests her head on my shoulder instead.

“Thanks, Val,” she tells me when I lay her back down and slide in next to her before pulling the covers up.

“If I have my way, I’ll be helping you every morning, Yel.”

She groans, her exhausted body slumping against mine. “I really hope this doesn’t happen every morning. It can’t last all nine months, right?”

I have no idea if that’s possible, but I keep my voice strong and confident when I say, “Absolutely not, myshka . I’m sure it’ll be ending soon. Your body isn’t used to being pregnant, and a lot of changes are going on. It’ll get better soon. I promise. But until then, I’ll be right here helping you through it.”

I brush back her hair and kiss her forehead. “Can I get you anything? Water or something to eat?”

She lets out a queasy groan at the mention of food. “No, thanks. I just need to lay here for a few more minutes. It’ll pass eventually.”

“We can stay in bed as long as you need.”

“I’m sorry. This probably isn’t at all the morning you were hoping for.”

“This is perfect, and don’t you dare apologize.”

She reaches a hand out and lightly wraps it around the erection that’s impossible to hide. “I can’t even help you take care of this.”

Stilling the fingers that are driving me wild with just that simple soft touch, I pull her hand up and kiss it. “Don’t worry about me, Yel. I’m fine, and I can wait as long as you need.”

“I’ll feel better soon,” she assures me.

I stroke her hair while she drifts in and out of sleep until her stomach calms down enough that she feels like sitting up. When she can manage it without feeling the need to throw up, she lets out a relieved sigh and says, “Okay, I think we’re in the clear for the day.”

When she reaches out for me, I take her hand and kiss it again. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, but you’re out of your mind if you think I’m going to let you wear yourself out without eating something first.”

I run my eyes over her, drinking in the sight of her bare breasts, and as much as I want to spread her thighs and sink into her again, I stand my ground, knowing I’d never forgive myself if I hurt her or made her feel sick again.

“We need to get dressed. Max will have a heart attack if we show up for breakfast naked.”

Yelena groans and gives a soft laugh. “That would be so weird.” She gives an exaggerated shudder. “It would be like walking around naked in front of my brother. No thanks.”

“I’m very glad to hear you say that, because no one gets to see you naked but me.”

I see the mischievous glint in her dark eyes before she says, “So there’s no chance of me applying for a job at Pink?”

“God, don’t even joke about that. I’d have to burn the place down with all the bastards in it.” I shake my head at the thought, unable to tolerate the idea of men staring at a naked Yelena. Never going to fucking happen.

Gently hauling her from the bed, I help her get dressed before throwing on a pair of jeans and grabbing a shirt from the closet. I haven’t fully moved in here, but I have enough of my things to ensure I can come here whenever I want and not have to worry about needing anything.

Taking her hand in mine, we walk downstairs together, finding Max in the kitchen, his back to us as he scrambles eggs and keeps an eye on the sausage sizzling in the other skillet. I’m not surprised to see him up, even though I know he probably only got a couple hours of sleep.

He hears us walk in and looks over his shoulder with a grin. “Morning, sleepyheads. I don’t want to insert myself as the best uncle ever, but I do want it noted that I’m already cooking your baby breakfast.”

“Noted,” I tell him with a laugh while I pull out one of the barstools for Yelena and then go to grab her an orange juice from the fridge.

“Thanks for cooking, Max,” she tells him while he divvies out the food onto three plates.

“Of course.” He grins at her and gives her an extra sausage link. “You need the extra calories, so eat up.”

She takes the plate and the fork I hand her, and only after she’s started eating do I grab my own plate and sit down. Watching over her is as natural to me as breathing at this point. It started when I spent the night holding her hand when she was little and had a nightmare, and it’s just gotten stronger over the years. At this point, I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. A part of me is always in tune to her, so it feels completely natural to hold a conversation with Max while noting every bite of food Yelena takes, and when she finishes her orange juice, I’m up and refiling it before she can even think about doing it herself. You’d think she’d be used to it by now, but the sweet, surprised smile she gives me makes it clear I’m not spoiling her enough if she’s still a little stunned by it.

It seems I need to step up my game with my pregnant girlfriend.