29. Ilias
ILIAS
M orning sunlight shone into the kitchen in soft golden sheets, making the wood floor warm and gilding the edges of Galena's hair as she stood by the counter, pouring coffee into two mugs.
The smell of espresso and cinnamon hung in the air, thick and comforting.
She was wearing one of my button-down shirts, sleeves rolled, hem brushing her thighs, and her bare feet made no sound as she moved.
There was something impossibly tender in the way she hummed under her breath, off-key and sleepy.
I leaned in the doorway, arms crossed over my chest, just watching her for a moment. She felt me before she saw me, her spine straightening slightly, but when she turned, the expression on her face didn’t close off—it softened.
“You didn’t sleep much.” She handed me a mug.
“Neither did you.” She’d been restless in her sleep, kicking and thrashing like a wild thing. She’d intermittently mumble and then curl back into me.
We moved toward the small breakfast table in the corner, where the morning light was brightest. She curled up on the bench seat, legs folded under her, while I sat across from her, sipping the hot, bitter coffee.
“I’ve got some work to do this morning with my brothers,” I began, fingers wrapped around my mug.
“Sloane will be here in an hour. Kostas recommended that she help you start with self-defense lessons. Will you be okay meeting her, or do you want me to be there?” Down in our home gym, I’d set up some mats for them to use if they wanted.
I’d never met Sloane, but Kostas swore up and down that she was perfect for this job.
“No, I’ll be okay on my own. I promise.” Gathering her up, I placed her on my lap and pressed my mouth to her neck, running my hands over the cotton button-down to caress her curves. “You trying to rev me up this morning, Mr. Anthakos?” she teased, turning to give one of my earlobes a little lick.
I nodded once, slow and deliberate. “I want you hot and needy all day.” Rocking my hips up against her so my dick ground against her clit I watched as her face flushed, pink blooming across her cheeks as a breathy little moan escaped her lips. “Does that feel good?”
“Three stars.” She bit her lip as I slowly rolled against her.
“Oh? I’m getting docked stars?” Swiveling my hips, I nearly crowed in triumph when her breathing sped up and she moaned as she locked her arms around my neck, lowering her mouth to mine.
“Use me to come.” Apparently, I needed to carry condoms everywhere from now on so I could fuck my wife twenty-four-seven.
My dick pulsed while she ground against me.
Maybe I’d have blue balls the rest of the day, but it’d be no problem as long as I was able to watch her come apart like this, the sun shining behind her, joy on her face.
“That’s it.” Her movements became frenzied as she ground on my dick, taking her pleasure, until she came apart with a groan, collapsing against me with a sigh. “Five stars?” I asked hopefully.
“Four stars,” she answered contentedly .
“Four?” I was indignant.
“I’d rather have you inside me. So minus one star.” The softness in her gaze undid me… love was there, in the gentler lines of her face, the quiet parting of her lips.
“Hmpf,” I grunted playfully, tucking her curls behind her ears. “Well, I didn’t bring a condom downstairs with me, and my brothers are coming in a few minutes. We don’t have the time you deserve.” I kissed her temple.
“I have an IUD.” She chewed on the inside of her cheek for a minute. “I’d meant to talk to you about it before. I had a checkup at the hospital.”
My dick pulsed almost as if it had a mind of its own and understood the implications.
I could practically blow my load just thinking about coming in her pussy without the latex between us.
I smiled. “So, you’re saying no more condoms?
I’ve never had sex without one, but I’ll get tested today just to be sure.
” Sliding my mouth over hers so I could taste her again, I allowed myself a few minutes of just kissing her.
I never used to like it, but now I was obsessed with the sexy glide of her flesh against mine, the intimacy of it.
When we broke apart, she looked at me hesitantly. “What is it?” Did she not want to? Worry flashed through me.
“No, I want to,” she said, interpreting my look immediately. “I can’t wait.” Her cheeks flushed again. “It sounds sexy to me. Maybe that’s weird.” Her fingers toyed with the edges of my hair.
“But? You can tell me anything, Galena. I promise. Whatever it is,” I encouraged, and I meant it. “I don’t care what it is.”
“Theo said something about kids. I’m not sure how you feel about that,” the words spilled out. “I’m not ready.” There was a frown around her eyes as she gazed at me with concern.
“How about we do what we want to do when we’re ready for it and not worry about Theo or anyone else?” My friends were all getting ready to have babies, but that didn’t mean we needed to. Galena was still young. Hell, I was still young.
“We just got married. Let’s get used to that first. If you’re not ready, you’re not ready.
I’ll never push you to do something you don’t want to do.
” I gave her a rueful smile. “I’m not sure I would be ready either if you said you wanted to have kids right this second.
I told you my childhood was a mess. I’ve already basically been a father to Polina, and I’m fucking that up.
” It wasn’t a lie by any means. The early years of my life had been a hellscape.
I wasn’t sure I could choose to be a father in the traditional sense.
“You’ll tell me if you change your mind, right?” she asked earnestly. “I want us to be able to talk about this stuff.”
“I will, and you’ll tell me when you have anything you need to talk about? Anything I need to know? I want us to be able to talk.” More than anything, as the days moved forward, I found that I wanted to know everything about her. She nodded before giving me a light kiss.
“I’m going to get ready before Sloane gets here, but maybe…” She gave me a mischievous smile just as the doorbell rang.
God, my brothers were cockblockers.