15. Svetlana
Chapter 15
Svetlana
W hen I check on Vitya, I’m not at all surprised to find him sprawled out on the bed in a deep sleep and snoring softly. I don’t have the heart to wake him, so I just cover him in the blanket I’d brought from my old bed and kiss his cheek before turning the lights out and leaving the room.
I eat a plate of lasagna and keep the rest in the oven to stay warm and then spend the next few hours with Samantha. If our brief kidnapping has left any lasting emotional scars, I’m not seeing any signs of it. She’s smiling and laughing even more than usual, and she’s so affectionate with everyone she meets. My parents and brother are already completely in love with her, and I’m sure as soon as she’s old enough, she’s going to take complete advantage of that and use it to get her way in all things. After my dad conquered her crib, my mom told me he ordered another one just like it so they could set up a nursery at their place for when they babysit. I’ll never stop being thankful for how amazing my family is.
Vitya doesn’t wake until after I’ve already bathed Samantha and gotten her ready for bed. She’s making quick work of her bottle when he walks into the nursery and finds me in the rocking chair. My dad and uncles surprised me with it, saying it was the most comfortable rocker in the world, and I have to agree with them. It’s going to make her nighttime feedings so much easier.
“You didn’t wake me,” he says, and I smile at how pouty he sounds.
“Of course I didn’t. You need to rest as much as possible. I did save you some lasagna, though.”
He leans down and kisses me before kissing Samantha’s head. Sitting on the ottoman, he faces us, stroking her soft hair as he smiles and watches her finish her bottle.
“She still has one hell of an appetite.”
“She does,” I agree. “It’ll be interesting once she starts eating solid foods.”
He raises his blue eyes to mine. “I’m stocking the shelves with organic, healthy baby food.”
“Jesus, Vitya, what’d she ever do to deserve that?”
The corner of his mouth lifts. “Don’t forget you can’t eat sugar for a month.”
“I’m not sure I remember saying that,” I tell him, fighting a grin.
“A deal’s a deal, sweetheart. You can’t go back on it now.”
I sigh, already thinking about the cupcakes in the pantry. He’s right, though. I gave my word, and I’m going to stick to it. “I can’t believe that out of all the times I begged you to wake up, that’s the moment you chose to open your eyes.”
He just laughs and says, “You’ll learn to love the good stuff. I bet at the end of thirty days, you won’t even want to eat your processed desserts anymore.”
“I’m not so sure about that. I have a wicked craving for a root beer float right now.”
“How about an apple and some organic peanut butter?”
I look at him like he’s lost his mind. “You understand that this is why people hate health nuts, right? An apple as a substitute for a root beer float? You can’t be serious.”
“You might like it.” He smiles even bigger when he sees how sad he’s making me. “I’m just kidding, pcholka . I might have some frozen yogurt in the freezer. I promise you’ll like it. It even has some dark chocolate chunks in it.”
“Isn’t that sugar?”
He gives me a wink. “I think we can make an exception for sugar that’s in something much, much healthier.”
I try not to show how relieved I am, but he sees it written all over my face and gives another laugh, keeping it soft so he doesn’t get Samantha all excited. She’s already starting to close her eyes and letting the bottle slip from her lips. It’s been a busy day for her, and I’m hoping she’ll sleep through most of the night.
After patting her back while I rock her a bit more, we both kiss her goodnight before I lay her down in her crib. We watch her for a few minutes, neither one of us wanting to take our eyes off her just yet. I love watching her sleep. I love seeing how peaceful she looks and the way she occasionally sucks on her pacifier, like she wants the reassurance that it’s there if she needs it. Vitya wraps an arm around me, holding me close while we stare down at the perfect little girl who’s become our daughter in every way possible.
“Come on,” I finally tell him. “You need to eat supper.”
“I’m not surprised you’ve stepped so easily into the role of wife and mother. You always did like to tell people what to do.”
I flick on the nightlight and keep the door slightly ajar while leading Vitya into the kitchen. While I grab a plate for him, I ask, “Wife, huh?”
He gives me the adorable, sexy grin that I’ll never get tired of seeing and sits his fine ass at the island when I point to the barstool. “You will be soon enough, pcholka . As far as I’m concerned, you already are. Saying I do to you isn’t going to change anything for me. It’ll just make it nice and legal.”
I fill his plate and then take the salad I made for him earlier out of the fridge. His eyes widen in surprise when he sees it. “Sveta, did you make a salad?”
“I did. I know how much you like your rabbit food, Vitya, and you need the nutrients. ”
He gives me a wink and takes the bowl and fork I offer him. “Such a good nurse.”
“Better eat every bite.”
“Or what? I might decide the punishment is worth it.”
I laugh at the excited look he’s giving me. “More like you’ll miss out on the reward.”
He stabs his fork into the bowl. “We definitely can’t have that.”
I scoop myself a bowl of frozen yogurt while he eats every bite of his supper, and when I offer him a painkiller, he shakes his head and grabs a couple of Motrin instead.
“Is that enough?”
“More than enough,” he assures me.
“But Tony gave you stronger stuff than that. Aren’t you still in a lot of pain.”
“Sveta, I’m fine.”
It’s obvious he’s hiding something, so I keep pestering until he finally laughs and says, “The stronger stuff makes it hard to keep an erection.”
I raise a brow at him and force myself to not laugh. “Presumptuous, Vitya. I didn’t say anything about you needing to be able to stay hard.”
He smiles. “You did say something about a reward.”
“Yeah, a reward, like we can watch a movie in bed.”
I have to bite the inside of my lip to not laugh when he gives me a devastated look. “That might be the meanest thing you’ve ever done to me, Sveta, and we both know that’s saying a lot.”
“Oh, you’ll be fine. Let’s get you back in bed, and while I get my pajamas on, you can flip through the movies and pick whichever one you want.”
I hurry and clean up the kitchen while he makes the sad walk back to the bedroom. Unable to look at him without laughing, I grab what I need from the closet and rush into the bathroom. I’m still smiling when I step into the shower. I can’t afford to have him come looking for me, so I make it a quick one and then wrap my hair in a towel while I look over the skimpy nurse’s uniform I’d ordered online .
Skipping the underwear, I put on the bra that gives me actual cleavage and then slide the uniform over my head. It’s low cut, giving him a nice view of my chest, and the damn thing is so short that my ass is practically hanging out of it. Not wanting to take the time to blow dry my hair, I just run a brush through it and then pull on my fuzzy, purple robe, the one that covers me from neck to ankles.
When I step out, I give him a big smile. “Did you pick out a movie?”
His eyes run over me, and I laugh when I see the obvious desire in them.
“You can’t be serious.”
He meets my eyes. “What?”
“You’re looking at me like you’re turned on, like you’re thinking about fucking me.”
He gives a deep sigh. “I am.”
I look down at my winter robe. “But I’m completely covered.”
He gives me one of his sexy winks. “But I know what you look like underneath all that, and it’s you.” He shrugs and motions for me to come closer. “You could wear a paper sack, and it would still make me hard.”
I think about what he’s said, and then slowly open my robe. “So you’re saying I didn’t need to go through all this trouble?” I let the robe drop, enjoying the way his eyes darken and he sucks in a quick breath. “Want me to go find a paper sack instead?”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he groans. “Jesus, Sveta, you look sexy as fuck, baby.”
I turn around and bend over enough to flash him. “You don’t think it’s too short?”
He groans while drinking in the sight of me and then gives me a wicked grin. “I’m not sure yet. Better bend over a little more.”
Smiling, I give him what he wants, bending all the way over so he can see every inch of me.
“No, definitely not too short.”
“Oh good, because I’m thinking about wearing it for Halloween. ”
The horrified look he gives me has me laughing as I stand back up.
“That’s not funny,” he tells me.
“It kind of is.”
“Not at all,” he corrects. “No one sees this but me.”
As soon as I’m close enough, he grabs the bottom of my uniform and pulls me to him, slipping his hand between my thighs so he can cup my bare pussy. I groan at the possessive grip he has me in. It’s been way too long since he’s made me come, and as eager as I am for it, I want this to be about him.
Leaning over the bed, I’m careful to keep my weight off his chest as I press my lips to his and kiss him. He slides two fingers into me while he uses his other hand to cup the back of my head and pull me tighter against him. The kiss is hungry and deep while his fingers are gentle and teasing.
“This is supposed to be about you,” I say, trying to pull back, but he holds me still, not allowing me to leave.
“This is for me,” he growls against my mouth. “You have no fucking idea how much I love this. I’ve missed you so damn much.” He fingers me slowly, teasing me until my thighs are shaking. “I’ve missed this pussy, sweetheart. I missed how good it feels to have your tight cunt wrapped around me, I missed hearing how sloppy wet you get, and I missed the way you squeeze me when you come.”
He meets my eyes and his voice softens when he adds, “I missed how good you smell and the way you moan my name. I missed the sweet taste of you and the way you bite your lip when you rock your hips and chase after your own pleasure. I missed everything about you, Sveta. Every goddamn thing.”
Bracing my hands on either side of his head so I don’t collapse on top of him, I rock my hips against his hand.
“That’s my girl,” he praises when I bite my lip and grind against him, desperate for the high that only he can give me. “Use my hand, sweetheart. My greedy, greedy girl,” he murmurs against my lips. “Make a mess on me, pcholka .”
When he adds another finger and runs his thumb over my clit, I explode at his touch. The orgasm hits me hard, reminding me of how badly I’ve missed this, of how badly I’ve missed him . His fingers slow, stroking me in a teasing rhythm that prolongs the ecstasy and makes me nearly weep with gratitude. He works my body, effortlessly throwing me into another orgasm, not letting up until my whole body is shaking and I’m panting against his lips.
“God, I’ve missed you,” I say, my words just as shaky as the rest of me.
He laughs and cups me tighter. “I’m glad I’m not the only one. I’ve been completely obsessed with you for so long, and I’d hate it if you didn’t feel the same way about me.”
I smile and say, “Yeah, that’d be pretty sad, wouldn’t it?”
“It’d be a real shame if I have to risk tearing my stitches because your ass is insisting on a spanking.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
He grins and pulls his hand from my pussy so he can smack my ass. My cheek stings from the force of it.
“I can’t believe you just did that!”
“We both know you deserved it.” He gives me a wink and adds, “And that you enjoyed it. Tell the truth, sweetheart, you’ve been wanting me to do that since I first mentioned it in the car that one day.”
“Maybe,” I admit.
He caresses my still-stinging cheek, dancing his fingers along the tender flesh before surprising me with another hard spank. My pussy clenches in response, and as much as I want to explore this new kink with him, I want to wait until he’s physically back where he needs to be.
Taking control, I kiss a line along his jaw, working my way to his neck as I start to unbutton his jeans.
I hear the smile in his voice when he asks, “You gonna take me for a ride, sweetheart?”
I laugh and nip at the crook of his neck. Standing up, I unzip his pants and say, “No. I don’t think you’re ready for that. ”
He glances down at his fully hard cock when I free him from his pants. “You sure about that? I feel pretty damn ready.”
“I’m sure.” I run my fingers up his length, wishing like hell I could sink down onto him, but as much as I want to, I’m not willing to risk him getting hurt. I can be patient a little while longer.
“So your plan is to tease me to death?” He quirks a brow at me and then groans when I wrap my fingers around his impressive girth and start to stroke him. “Jesus, I was kidding. You’re not really planning that, are you?”
“No.” Pulling his jeans and boxers off, I let them fall to the floor and then get on the bed in between his legs. Leaning down, I place a soft kiss on the head of his cock, smiling when he hisses out a breath. “I’m going to suck your dick while you lay perfectly still.”
“I think that’s a fantastic plan, and I’m all for it.” He smiles even bigger. “I can already feel myself getting better.”
“If you move, I stop,” I warn him. “You’re supposed to be resting, not exerting yourself.”
He holds his hands up, willing to agree to anything at this point. “I won’t move a muscle,” he promises.
Sticking my tongue out, I slowly run it over his slit, licking up the pre-cum that’s beading at the tip.
“Fuck,” he groans, fisting the blanket on either side of us in an effort to not break his promise right after making it.
“Don’t forget, Vitya,” I tease, letting him feel the heat of my breath on his wet skin. “You move and I stop.”
He grins down at me, watching every move I make. “I’m not moving, sweetheart, so wrap that pouty mouth around my cock and start sucking.”
I ghost my lips over his length. “So bossy,” I whisper. “You’ve got the wrong idea if you think you’re in charge.”
“Sveta,” he warns when I very softly let my teeth graze his skin.
“Hmm?”
“Have mercy, pcholka . You’re killing me, baby. ”
“The very sight of you was pure torture to me for two years, so just relax and let me have my fun.”
He lets go of the blanket to cup my face, forcing my eyes to his. “It was torture for me too, every goddamn second of it.”
Turning my head, I kiss the palm of his hand. “I know it was.” He keeps cupping my face as I trail my fingers over his balls, smiling when he groans. “This is a fun kind of torture, though, and I plan on taking my time. You might want to get comfortable.”
“I think you’re trying to kill me,” he mutters when I cup his balls and wrap my lips around his head, slowly sucking him in.
He’s propped up enough to give him a full view of me, and the raw hunger in his eyes has me feeling bold. I suck harder and run my tongue over him, but when he fists my hair, I stop and pull back.
“No touching.”
“Seriously?”
“You’re moving,” I remind him. “No fisting and pulling my hair. Arms down and relax.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “So fucking bossy.”
When he moves his hands to his sides, I reward him with another suck.
“I’m not complaining,” he says, watching me with that same hungry look. “You can boss me around anytime you want if it gets your sweet mouth on my dick.”
Since I can’t smile with my mouth stuffed, I give him a wink, making him groan and fist the blankets again. I wasn’t lying about wanting to take my time. I fully intend to savor every second of this. I know how close I came to losing him, and I need to remind myself that I didn’t. He’s here, he’s safe, and he’s all mine.
Pulling my head back, I let him slide from my mouth so I can kiss and lick and suck on every inch of him. His heavy breathing and masculine groans make it clear he’s desperate to come, but I’m not quite ready for this to be over.
Giving him another kiss, I lift up and start to unbutton my uniform. He watches me, never taking his eyes off the skin that I’m slowly exposing. When the front is opened to my navel, he groans at the sight of my lacy bra and the breasts that it’s not doing shit to cover. He can easily see my hard nipples straining at the lace, and when I run my hands down my chest, cupping my own tits as I rock my hips, he groans my name as his body takes over and his hips rock up.
“Uh-oh,” I say, dropping my hands.
“God, you’re cruel.”
I smirk and bring my hands back up. This bra connects in the front, so when I undo the clasp and my breasts spill out, I say, “No, this is cruel.”
I see how tense his jaw is as he watches me cup my bare breasts. His eyes darken when I knead them in my hands, giving my nipples a good pinch as I rock my hips. The uniform was short to begin with, but with my knees spread wide and my ass sitting back on my heels, it’s ridden up even more and he’s getting one hell of a show.
“I’m only human, Sveta,” he groans. “At the rate you’re going, I’m not going to last ten seconds once you put your mouth back on me.”
I smile and give my nipples another pinch. “How embarrassing for you.”
He lets out a surprised laugh. “God, your ass is in so much trouble once I get better.” His blue eyes lock on mine when he says, “I will get my payback, sweetheart.”
“I’m just giving you what you wanted.” I look down at my outfit. “Slutty nurse’s uniform and I’m giving you something to look at.”
“You’re driving me fucking crazy is what you’re doing.”
I look down at the hard cock between us, the one that’s so engorged it looks painful and is soaked in pre-cum.
“That does look painful,” I admit.
“It is.”
I laugh at his tone. “How can anyone who looks so tough sound so cute when he pouts?”
He raises a dark brow. “I do not pout.”
I pat his thigh. “Sure you don’t.”
Before he can say anything else, I bend down and wrap my lips around him, sliding down his length until I’m forced to pull back up or gag.
“Fucking hell,” he groans. “Please don’t stop.”
My nipples drag along his thighs as I slowly move up and down his length. His body is tense, almost shaking from the effort it’s taking to keep still, and when I see how hard he’s clenching his ab muscles, I lift my head and say, “You’re supposed to be relaxing.”
“Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep still while you’re sucking me off? I swear to god I’ll stop if it hurts, but you have to let me move.”
I run my nails over his balls. “No.”
I laugh at the look he gives me before lowering my head again. I go even slower than before, teasing him until his entire body is quivering and I know he’s only seconds away. Having pity on him, I suck harder and run my nails in a soft caress along his thighs and abs, knowing how it always drives him crazy. When I feel his hips rock up, I don’t stop. I know it’s impossible for him to keep still, and I’m guessing he’s more likely to hurt himself by trying not to move rather than moving just a little bit.
The sigh of relief he gives at being allowed to lightly thrust has me working him even harder, wanting to make this as pleasurable for him as possible. Right before he comes, he threads one hand in my hair and runs his thumb over my cheek as he moans my name and lets go. He pulses inside my mouth, giving me everything he has, and I take it all, every last drop he has to give, before swallowing with a satisfied groan.
He sighs and gives a soft laugh. “Jesus, baby. I love you so goddamn much.”
I keep my mouth wrapped around him and rest the side of my face on his hip, letting him grow soft inside me. He strokes my hair as I close my eyes and nestle in closer. His breathing evens out, and I’m not at all surprised when his hand slows and then eventually stops, resting on my head while his breaths turn slow and even.
Well, that’s one way to get him to rest.
Not wanting to risk waking him, I stay where I’m at until I can’t ignore the ache in my jaw any longer. Going slow, I ease him out of my mouth and then grab the blanket at the foot of the bed. With my head next to his, I pull the blanket over us and cuddle in as close as I can without hurting him.
I whisper that I love him before I close my eyes and fall asleep.
When I wake, I immediately reach for Vitya, but instead of the solid warmth of his body, there’s nothing but an empty mattress. Fully awake in seconds, I sit up, looking around the room for him, but he’s not here and the bathroom is dark and obviously empty. I’d fallen asleep in the nurse’s uniform with my bra undone, so as soon as I stand, I tug it all off and pull my fuzzy robe back on. Checking my phone, I read the time and freeze when I see it’s almost nine in the morning. Fear tugs at my chest because Samantha should’ve cried for a bottle. Did I sleep through it? Did she cry for hours, hungry and alone because I didn’t hear her crying for me? Or did Vitya wake up and feed her, even though he knows that Tony told him to rest?
Panicked, I run out into the hall, images of Vitya tearing his stitches and infecting his wound or a hungry Samantha with a tear-streaked face fill my head. A quick glance in her nursery lets me know it’s empty, and when I run down the hall and into the kitchen, I find a smiling Vitya, who’s happily disobeying every doctor order with a spatula in one hand and a baby in the other.
“Morning, pcholka ,” he says, giving me a big smile. He looks down at Samantha and says, “This is how you make pancakes, little one. The secret is lots of blueberries. They’re Mommy’s favorite.”
He gives me a wink, knowing I can’t get mad when he’s saying cute shit like that. “You’re supposed to rest. Did she wake up last night? What time did you get up?”
“Our perfect little girl slept in until six,” he says, giving her a kiss before flipping the pancakes. He straps her into the bouncy seat that’s sitting on the island so she can see everything he’s doing before he fills a plate with pancakes and then turns his full attention to me. His eyes run over the robe, and I can tell by the sparkle in them that he’s thinking about last night .
“Please tell me you’re naked under there.”
“You were supposed to wake me so you could sleep in,” I say, refusing to be sidetracked.
He steps closer. “Thanks to you and your amazing mouth, I slept great and woke up feeling wide awake. You, on the other hand, looked exhausted. I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”
Sliding a hand into my robe, he palms one of my bare breasts and groans. “You earned a break, sweetheart.” He rolls my nipple between his fingers, pulling a soft moan from me and sparking my body to life. He’s in front of me, blocking me from Samantha’s view, and when he trails his fingers lower, I fist his shirt and bite back a whimper when he cups my pussy.
“Always so ready for me, pcholka .” Leaning closer, he grazes his nose along my cheek until his mouth is at my ear. “Be a good girl and eat your breakfast and maybe I’ll let you sit on my face when she goes down for her nap.”
I thread my fingers in his hair and run my tongue up his neck, smiling when he slides a finger into me. “Maybe you will?”
I feel him smile as he slowly pulls his fingers out, dragging them along my aching clit the whole way until he’s free. He leaves me wanting as he pulls back and sucks his fingers clean with a groan. Dragging his eyes over me one last time, he sighs and then gently ties my robe shut before turning back to the island so he can fill my plate with breakfast.
“I’m the one who’s supposed to be taking care of you,” I remind him.
He winks and scoops some scrambled eggs onto my plate. “You took very good care of me last night.”
“You know what I mean,” I say as he loads my plate with fresh fruit and then pours me a glass of orange juice.
Handing me the plate, he kisses my forehead and says, “You’re taking excellent care of me, baby, but if I have to lay around in that bed all day, I’m going to lose my damn mind. I promise I’ll take it easy and rest as much as possible, but I feel better when I do things.” He smiles when I take the barstool closest to Samantha. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll let you do the dishes.”
I laugh and grab the bottle of syrup. When I douse my pancakes and look up to see him raising a brow at me, I hold up the bottle and say, “It’s organic. I thought that meant I could have as much as I want.”
“You don’t know anything about nutrition, do you?”
I shrug and take a bite, closing my eyes when the sweet syrupy taste hits my tongue. “Not really,” I mumble around my bite.
“Or table manners,” he adds while he fixes his own plate.
I wave my fork around. “We’re at home. When you take me somewhere nice to eat, I promise I’ll behave like a lady. I’ll close my mouth when I chew and everything.”
“Wow, I’ll be getting the royal treatment. You hear that, Samantha? Your mom just promised to not eat like some farm animal if I take her out in public.”
I laugh and take another bite. “You realize now that I’m going to have to, right?” I smile as I chew. “I wonder what all I’d have to do before you got so embarrassed you just walked out of the restaurant.”
“Go for it. Do your worst. I will stay for all of it and laugh my ass off the entire time.”
“Yes, but would you still find me attractive?”
He grabs the syrup, covering his pancakes in a laughably small amount that makes me roll my eyes at him. He laughs and grabs his fork. Before he takes a bite, he says, “There is nothing you could do that would make me find you unattractive, Sveta. Feel free to put that to the test all you want. You could show up at the restaurant in that godawful fuzzy robe, no makeup, and eat the entire meal with your mouth open, and I’d still be hard as a rock under the table.”
I try to look offended when I say, “This robe is not godawful.”
He laughs. “Whatever you say, sweetheart. It’s like you’ve covered yourself in a bathmat, but I still think you look sexy as hell in it. That right there is true love.”
When he sees the smile I’m trying to hide, he laughs again and starts eating .
I’m so used to being around him all day, every day, that it just feels natural to slip into being with him all night, too. It’s like putting in that last piece of the puzzle. Now we’re complete and everything is as it should be. Over the next couple of weeks, I baby the hell out of Vitya while also stubbornly not allowing him to do anything. He finally loses it, just like I knew he would, and calls Tony.
When I open the door and let him in, he looks down at me with an easygoing grin on his face. “He finally snap?”
I laugh and motion for him to follow me into the living room. “He lasted longer than I thought he would. I figured he’d lose it when I told him he should follow Samantha’s nap schedule, but he hung in for another few days after that.”
Vitya hears me and turns his head from where he’s sitting on the couch. “You were trying to drive me crazy?”
“Obviously.” I laugh at the look he gives me. “You know how I hate to toot my own horn, but I thought switching all your frozen yogurt out for Ben & Jerry’s was a stroke of genius.”
Tony laughs while Vitya just shakes his head at me. He points a finger my way and says, “Don’t think for a second I don’t know you had help with that one. That has Vitaly written all over it.”
I shrug, refusing to give anything away. It was actually Val and Yelena that ran to the grocery store for me and bought all my favorite ice creams and snacks, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“I feel fine,” Vitya tells Tony when the man steps closer to take a look. “The pain has gone down a lot. I’ve been taking it easy thanks to Ms. Bossy Pants over there, and I feel great.”
Tony steps closer to him when Vitya takes his shirt off, revealing the wound that still looks angry and painful to me. Every time I see it, my heart skips a beat. Partly in fear and partly from the wave of pure love that hits me when I think about how easily he’d stepped in front of that gun for me. When I look up, Vitya’s staring at me, giving me his sweet smile while Tony pokes around, making sure it’s looking like it should.
“This is healing really well,” he says, while Vitya looks over Tony’s shoulder, giving me an I told you so look .
“So I’m good to go?” Vitya asks.
“Well, not quite.” Tony stands while Vitya groans and puts his shirt back on. “I just mean you’re not ready to start working again. You still need to take it slow, but you’re fine resuming normal daily activities. I don’t think you need to follow your daughter’s nap schedule anymore, unless you really want to.”
“I do not,” Vitya quickly says. “Can I start working out again?”
“Take it very slow and stop if you feel pain. Are you still off the painkillers?”
“Yeah, I told you, I can’t handle those side effects. I took Motrin for a while, but I’m not even taking that now.”
Tony pushes his dark glasses back and then smiles over at Samantha. She’s in her swing, baby talking and blowing raspberries.
“How’s my other patient doing?”
“She’s doing great,” I tell him. “She’s rolling over now, and she’s so close to saying her first word.”
I get her out of her swing so Tony can give her a quick look. He takes her from me, handling her like a pro as he smiles and easily gets a laugh out of her. After we found out who Samantha’s birth parents were, Niki dug up all her records, and no surprise to anyone, she was way behind on check-ups, so Tony’s been getting her up to date with everything. She loves her visits with him and never holds a grudge, not even when the visits end up involving needles, even though I think it hurts him more than it does her.
“Don’t worry,” he tells her, laying her onto her pink blanket so he can get a better look at her. “No needles today. I promise.”
She smiles and kicks her legs while he makes funny faces and looks her over. He glances back at us. “I wish all my patients were this agreeable.”
“Hey,” Vitya says while I laugh. He reaches out and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me into his lap. “I’m agreeable.”
When I laugh again, he nuzzles his nose against my neck and whispers so only I can hear, “You found me very agreeable this morning when I buried my head between your legs and sucked on that sweet pussy until you came so hard you soaked my face.”
My face heats up at the memory while he gives the crook of my neck a soft bite. I turn my head slightly and whisper, “Behave.”
He gives another deep laugh. “Never, sweetheart.”
Vitya keeps me in his lap as Tony looks over and says, “She looks great.” He tickles her belly, making her squeal and kick and fling her arms around. “Perfect in every way. She’s a healthy weight and hitting all her milestones.” He gives a soft laugh and says, “When I took this job, I thought for sure it would just be treating stab and gunshot wounds, but then everyone started having babies, so I’ve been doing some extra studying.”
“You’re the best, Tony,” I tell him.
Vitya bites my neck a little harder this time before saying, “I think my girl meant to say that you’re a close second after me.”
I give him an innocent smile. “Isn’t that what I said?”
“No, pcholka , it was not.”
I cup his face and kiss him. “You know you’re my whole world,” I whisper against his lips. He smiles and wraps me in a big hug, the kind that makes me feel completely loved and safe.
“And you’re mine, Sveta.” Keeping his voice low, he adds, “Prepare yourself, sweetheart. No way in hell am I keeping still tonight while you tease the hell out of me.”
“I’ve been letting you thrust,” I whisper back.
He laughs and shakes his head. “You’ve barely been letting me, and you heard Tony. I’m good to go, and I’m done holding back.”
“If you don’t feel any pain,” I remind him.
He gives me a wicked grin. “There’s really only one way to put that to the test and find out what my limits are.”