Plus-Size Bratva Bride (Vadim Bratva #9)

Chapter 25 - Pippa

My hands trembled as I folded my favorite red blouse, tucking it carefully into my suitcase. The butterflies in my stomach were doing somersaults, and I couldn't help but smile at my reflection in the mirror. Me, Pippa Burrows, moving in with Abrahim Ustinov permanently . If someone had told me this would happen six months ago, I'd have laughed in their face.

I lose myself in that moment for a while. He took me out for dinner after the twelve-week scan yesterday to celebrate that the pregnancy was coming along wonderfully well. To my surprise, dinner was on a gorgeous boat out in the Hudson! It was as we were gazing up at the stars that he put his hand around my waist and told me he didn’t want to waste a single second away from me. How could I have said anything but yes when he asked me to move in? When I felt the exact same way?

I ran my fingers through my curled hair, adjusting a stray strand. "Get it together, girl," I muttered, applying a fresh coat of red lipstick. Every cell was buzzing with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

As I zipped up my suitcase, my mind raced with questions. Would Abe and I redecorate his room? Would there be room for my extensive collection of clothes? And most importantly, how would it feel to wake up next to him every morning?

The doorbell rang, jolting me from my thoughts. I smoothed down my blouse and took a deep breath before opening the door.

Abe stood there, looking devastatingly handsome in a crisp white shirt and dark jeans. His blue-gray eyes twinkled with amusement as he took in my flushed appearance.

"Ready to go, Sweetheart?" he asked, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded, trying to appear calm and collected. "As ready as I'll ever be."

He chuckled, heading in past me and returning with my suitcase in hand. "Let's get you home then."

The car ride was a blur of anticipation and curiosity. I couldn't stop myself from firing questions at Abe, my excitement bubbling over.

"Do you think we can create some room for my books? Oh, and please tell me we can arrange for a decent-sized closet! Also, I hope everyone back home knows this is permanent."

While I loved Abe’s family, I was also nervous about cramping their style. Back when I lived there, I was a guest. Now, I'd be a forever addition. I wanted things to start off on the right foot.

“Wait,” I said, nearly jumping in my seat to face him as a worried thought crossed my mind. “Do you have a spare room we can convert into a nursery for the baby?”

Abe's lips quirked into a smirk as he kept his eyes on the road. "Slow down, firecracker. You'll have all the answers soon enough.”

I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "Come on, Abe. Give me something to work with here!"

He glanced at me, his expression softening. "Let's just say it's a place where we can build our future together. That's all you need to know for now."

His words made my heart skip a beat, and I found myself falling silent, lost in the warmth of his promise. As we drove on, I knew this was the beginning of something truly special.

The car slowed to a stop, and I blinked in confusion. Wait. I was so engrossed in my thoughts, I hadn’t noticed we were nowhere close to the compound.

We were parked in front of a large empty lot with nothing but a small shed in the middle, overgrown with weeds and surrounded by a chain-link fence. My heart skipped a beat as I tried to make sense of our surroundings.

"Abe?" I turned to him, my brow furrowed. "Where are we?"

He met my gaze, excitement and nervousness dancing in his misty eyes. "Trust me, Pippa."

As he helped me out of the car, my mind raced. What was he up to?

"I don't understand," I said, unable to keep the edge from my voice. "Is this… are we in the right place?"

Abe's large hand found the small of my back, guiding me forward. "Patience, Sweetheart. I've got something to show you."

I could feel the tension in his body as he and I ducked under the chain fence and he led me toward the center of the lot. His usual confident stride had a hint of hesitancy, and I noticed his free hand clenching and unclenching at his side.

"Abe Ustinov, if this is your idea of a prank, I swear—"

"No prank." He cut me off, a rare vulnerability in his voice. "This is… well, it's our future. If you want it."

My breath caught in my throat as we came to a stop in the middle of the overgrown grass. Abe's eyes were intense as they locked with mine, a mixture of hope and uncertainty swirling in their depths.

"What do you mean, our future?" I whispered, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it.

Abe's lips curved into a smile. He reached into his jacket, pulling out a roll of papers. With a dramatic flourish that was so quintessentially Abe, he unfurled them before me.

My eyes widened as I took in the intricate sketches. It was a house—no, a home. I saw the client's name on top. Our names.

This was our home . I gasped, my fingers tracing the lines of a sprawling kitchen with an island big enough for my baking experiments. There was a cozy reading nook by a bay window, just like I'd always dreamed of having.

"Is this…" I couldn't finish the sentence, my voice catching.

"It's us, Pippa," Abe said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "Every detail, every room—it's built around what you've told me you've always wanted."

I blinked rapidly, fighting back tears as I saw the master bathroom with the clawfoot tub I'd once mentioned in passing. How had he remembered all of this?

"But that's not all," Abe continued, flipping to another page. "Look here."

My heart nearly stopped as I saw the sketch of a nursery, complete with a rocking chair and stuffed animals. The implications hit me like a tidal wave, and I felt my knees go weak.

"Abe," I breathed, looking up at him in disbelief. "You… you want all of this? With me?"

His blue-gray eyes, usually so guarded, were open and vulnerable as he nodded. "Every bit of it, Sweetheart. You, me, our baby, this home—our future."

I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. They spilled down my cheeks as I threw my arms around his neck, burying my face in his chest. His strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close as if he never wanted to let go.

Abe's arms tightened around me as he spoke, his deep voice rumbling against my ear. "I know I'm not the easiest man to love, Pippa. I find it hard to say how I feel, have a real temper, and God knows I can be a real bastard sometimes." He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "But with you, I want to be better. I want to build something lasting."

I pulled back slightly, looking up into his face. The vulnerability in his eyes was startling, so different from how I’d come to know him. My heart swelled, and I found myself reaching up to trace the line of his jaw, my fingers brushing against the stubble there.

"You're not just talking about the house, are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "No, Sweetheart. I'm talking about us. A life together. A family in every way possible, if that's what you want."

He stepped back and took my hands in his, his calloused fingers tracing gentle patterns on my skin.

"Pippa," he began, his usually confident voice tinged with an unfamiliar nervousness.

My heart began to race, the realization of what was happening hitting me like a freight train. I swallowed hard, my eyes locked on his face.

"I never thought I'd be doing this. Hell, I never thought I'd want to. But you… you've changed everything. Pippa Burrows," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he slowly lowered himself to one knee and pulled something out of his pocket. "Will you marry me?"

The world seemed to stop. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I couldn't speak. He opened the box and it dazzled in the light. This man, this infuriating, passionate, protective man, wanted me to be his wife. Me, with all my tendencies to overthink and sass and workaholic tendencies.

"Yes," I finally managed to choke out, tears of joy spilling down my cheeks as he took my hand and placed the heaviest rock I’d ever seen upon my finger. "Yes, you impossible man. Of course I'll marry you."

The moment the "yes" left my lips, Abe's face transformed. The tension in his jaw melted away, replaced by a smile so genuine it made my heart skip.

"You mean it?" he asked, looking up at me, his voice husky with emotion.

I nodded and bent to the ground to be at his level, cupping his cheeks in my hands, unable to stop the grin spreading across my face. "I do. God help me, I do."

Abe surged to his feet, pulling me up with him and straight into his arms with such force I let out a surprised squeak. His large hands cupped my face, thumbs gently wiping away my tears as he pressed his forehead to mine.

"You have no idea how happy you've made me, love of my life," he murmured, his accent thicker than usual.

I couldn't help but tease, even as my heart soared. "The big, bad Bratva man, getting all mushy? Who would've thought?"

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Only for you, Pippa. Only ever for you."

His lips found mine then, and the world fell away. The kiss was different from our others—deeper, more intense. It felt like a promise, a seal on the commitment we'd just made. My hands fisted in his crisp shirt, pulling him closer as the passion between us ignited. Above us, the sun beat down on us. Around us, birds chirped. The soft wind ruffled our clothes and our hair.

In every darned way, this was perfect.

Abe's hands slid down to my waist, gripping tightly as he lifted me. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him, our lips never parting. He took a few steps, pressing my back against something. I turned to see it was the shed.

"Here?" I gasped when we finally came up for air, my cheeks flushing at the thought.

Abe's eyes were dark with desire, a smirk playing on his lips. "Why not? It's our lot now, isn't it?"

“I couldn't argue with that logic,” I giggled. As his lips found my neck, I tilted my head back, losing myself in the sensation.

I felt every nerve in my body come alive as Abe's lips trailed a path of fire down my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. With a sudden surge of boldness, Abe's hands squeezed into my ass, his touch setting my skin ablaze.

The next thing I knew, his mouth was on my buttons. “Abe!” I chided as he ripped one out with his teeth. His eyes burned as he gazed into eyes and went down to rip off the next one. My shirt popped open and his eyes went toward what he put out on display for himself.

I felt my cheeks turn red when I saw the hunger in his eyes before he squeezed my ass again.

“Hold tight,” he instructed and, without question, I clenched my legs tighter around his hips as he raised a leg and kicked. The next thing I knew, I heard the door to the shed bang open and we were inside. He kicked it close before walking me to the middle of the barren shed and gently placing me back down to my feet.

Slowly, his eyes followed his fingers as he unbuttoned the rest of my blouse, peeling it over my shoulders until it rested halfway down my arms. His hands cupped my waist and thumbs flicked inwards, toward the bottom of my bra.

I shivered and his eyes came back up to meet mine. He smiled devilishly as he removed my shirt in its entirety.

“Take off your skirt,” he said softly as he quickly removed his belt and let his trousers fall to the ground.

I trembled as I bent down to slide my skirt off while he stepped out of his boxers and made quick work of his shirt.

Every inch of my skin was on fire as he stood naked before me and took in the sight of my naked body, his eyes leaving a waking burn across my neck, my breasts, the curve of my stomach, the dip of my hips, and the length of my calves.

It felt overwhelming, to have him look at me like this. It was insane, to know that this chiseled, tall, tattooed, and gorgeous man was mine as I took in the planes of his chest.

And yet, there was no room left for uncertainty or doubt in his gaze. With practiced grace, Abe dropped to one knee, his hands skimming up my legs as he pressed a trail of kisses along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. With a teasing glint in his eye, he looked up at me, his breath hot against my core before he slid off my panties.

"You're beautiful," Abe whispered, looking up at me with nothing less than devotion. "So fucking beautiful, Pippa."

I melted at his words, my own hands exploring the back of his neck and running through his hair. "And you're mine," I breathed, still hardly believing it.

"Always," he promised, voice husky with emotion, before he parted my legs and slid his tongue into me. I gasped and my body lurched off the floor on my toes from the sensation of his tongue.

He pulled out and stabbed his tongue into me again. Fuck.

I moaned his name, my eyes fluttering shut as his hands, big and strong, gripped my hips as he continued to lap me up. I closed my eyes and let the feel of his tongue against my folds take over control. My legs began to tremble with every move he made, his tongue now moving in figure eights, covering every inch.

Suddenly, I felt him release a grip from my hip and his nimble fingers traveled up my legs. His tongue swiped up one final time before settling on my clit. The next thing I knew, he curved his finger right into me, causing the start of a tension coiling into itself and growling larger.

“Abe!” I squealed his name and my hands shot up to grip the wooden beams overhead. His finger flicked at my sweet spot again, and I let out a needy groan. My legs threatened to give out, so I leaned on the beams and pulled myself up by them. I could feel my wetness drip down my legs, feel the orgasm dying to be released.

His finger now moved in rhythmic motion and he pulled his face back, looking up at me with eyes now glowing with passion. "Keep holding on, Pippa," he urged, his voice deep and gravelly. "I won't let go."

I nodded, closing my eyes and focusing on the pleasurable sensation building up within me. My heart raced with anticipation as I felt the climax edging closer. Suddenly, Abe's teeth gently bit down on my clit.

"Abe!" I cried out, a sharp pain mingling with the building pleasure. The unexpected sensation sent me spiraling over the edge, waves of ecstasy crashing into me in rapid succession. My hands shook from the intensity of it all as I held onto the wooden beams, my legs weak and shaky from pleasure.

Abe gripped my hip tighter, while I continued riding his other until the last of my waves passed. As I came down from my orgasmic high, Abe slowly pulled away from the space between my legs and gave me his hand. I took it and tumbled down on the floor beside him, spent and exhausted.

I lay there beside him as he trailed a finger up from the landing of my pussy, up my stomach, circling my breasts in teasing motions. Where his fingers once were, lay a wake of fire.

The minute I caught my breath, he grabbed my hips and flipped me around until I had my back to him. He gently took my shoulder and slid one hand down my spine, wordlessly directing me to my knees and arms.

I complied, feeling vulnerable yet strangely turned on as I felt his cock against my entrance, knowing he could see all my curves.

He traced a path from the small of my back up my spine, sending shivers down me. "You're so beautiful," he whispered again, and I could feel the sincerity in his voice.

With expert precision, he slid an inch into me from behind, his chest grazing my back as he leaned over me.

I moaned for more.

“Greedy, are we?”

“Mm-hmm,” I mumbled and turned my head back to look at him. His eyes were taking in the view, a deep gnarly hunger in them and I blushed.

I watched as he gripped my hips and pulled out, before moving my hips toward him and his cock toward me, ramming into me. Fuck. That stretch. I sighed as pleasure swept through my core, my soul.

His eyes were on the curves of my ass, watching them bounce with each thrust.

He slid deeper into me and kissed my neck, his breath hot and heavy against my skin.

"Pip," he whispered, "you feel so good."

I moaned, my head falling back onto his shoulder as he continued to stroke into me. The feeling of his cock inside me was something I would never get enough of.

His hands gripped my hips tighter as he thrust faster. "You're mine," he growled. "Mine and only mine."

I shuddered at his words, the heat in my core growing with each thrust.

“Yours,” I moaned, my nails digging into the floor as he picked up the pace and I threw back my hips, matching his.

"Harder," I begged, and he didn't disappoint. His hips slammed into mine, each roll of his hips sending waves of pleasure crashing against the walls of my core.

His fingers dug into my waist and ass, his cock deep inside me. He leaned down, his weight pressing me into the hard floor, and his teeth nipped at my earlobe.

"That's it, Baby," he whispered in a throaty growl. "Take me."

I let out a strangled cry, feeling the walls of my pussy contracting around his thickness as I neared the edge. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes, begging for more, urging him to push me over the edge.

I parted my legs a little further and he went deeper and deeper, till I was so full of him I could feel his balls squeezing against me. I closed my eyes, breathless, knowing it was only a matter of seconds.

“Abe,” my voice came out raspy, in nearly a cry. “I’m close…”

He took my words as a challenge and sped up even more, his hips wild and unhinged. "I like that," he grunted. “I love you, Pippa. You’re mine.”

I was his and he had every intention of showing me just how much I belonged to him.

His thrusts pounded into me, the force of them causing me to grip the floor even harder. I felt my orgasm building again, a tsunami that threatened to swallow everything in its wake.

"Yes!" I screamed out his name as he pounded into me, relentless and remorseless. His hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me flush against him as my inner muscles started to clench once more, setting off an earthquake within me.

“Abe!” His name echoed in the room as I was swept away by the roaring intensity of my climax. He groaned and thrust harder into me, his own release swiftly approaching.

"Yes," he growled, his hand on the nape of my neck as he chased his own peak and spilled out within me, his cock throbbing and matching the pounding of my heart. As we came down from our high, we froze in our positions momentarily, gripping each other as we caught our breaths.

Slowly, he pulled out of me and helped me turn on my back, nestling me into his chest as we lay there on the floor. I listened to the steady thrum of his heartbeat, feeling more content than I ever had in my life.

"What are you thinking about?" Abe asked, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on my bare shoulder after we both caught our breaths.

I smiled, snuggling closer. "Just… how happy I am. How excited I am for our future."

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "Me too, Sweetheart. Me too."

I traced my fingers along Abe's chest, a contented sigh escaping my lips. "So, tell me more about this dream home of ours," I murmured, curiosity getting the better of me. “And where are going to live until it’s done?”

Abe chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Impatient as always, my little firecracker."

I propped myself up on an elbow, arching an eyebrow at him. "Can you blame me? You've dangled this tantalizing piece of our future in front of me. It's only fair I get some details."

His eyes sparkled with amusement. "Well, I was thinking about a library for you. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a cozy window seat…"

My heart skipped a beat. "Really?"

"Of course," he said softly, tucking a stray curl behind my ear. "Anything you want, Pippa. And in the meantime, we’ll stay at my family home. Both places will belong to us, in their own special way.”

I sighed with contentment and looked up at him with a smile. "I can’t wait."