Reuben Chapter 10 #3
When he paused, I confirmed it. “Yes, we were, and I did. I convinced her to be mine. We’re still working on things. I know you can relate to that. She’s it for me, Mikhail. I understand what you tried to explain to me about you and Tajah.”
“I’m happy for you. Tajah and I were hoping you’d meet someone soon. How did the issue with Scarlet turn out? You took her to the office, and she left less than pleased.”
“Goddamn, are you watching the security feeds at the club?” I asked, exasperated.
Mikhail chuckled. “Sometimes, but not this time. I wanted to see if we were going to have another Laura on our hands.” His amusement was replaced with concern.
Laura had been a greeter at the club who had a secret fantasy that she would end up with Mikhail, even though they never played or had sex together.
When he got with Tajah, Laura had tripped offline and tried to burn them alive in Mikhail’s first house in Culleoka.
Luckily, they escaped unharmed. Laura had been caught and sent to a mental hospital. She had an actual mental illness.
“I don’t think so, Mikhail. I’ll stay alert, but I believe Rhys poses a bigger threat than Scarlet.”
“Just make sure you don’t let your guard down. As for Rhys, he’s a right pain from what I’ve been told. Is he on the scale of a Laura? Maybe? He’ll require observation.” Mikhail advised.
“Oh, believe me, I know. Who was the little birdie? Iker or Sawyer?”
“I can’t tell you that,” Mikhail protested, but I heard the mirth in his voice.
“Why? Because you’re scared, I’ll talk with them and let my fist do the talking for running to you over something trivial?” I hinted.
Mikhail snorted. “I’m not scared, just cautious. I don’t want your ass to go to prison,” he snickered.
“Jail? Don’t bet on it. It had to be one of them.
We spoke to both and told them she was with me.
I had to make sure they knew not to make any moves that would land them in the hospital in a body cast. I won’t share Cristiana.
I know men will always stare and desire her, but they better never touch her or try to take her from me. ”
Mikhail laughed before he remarked on my threat. “God, sounds like you have it bad, my friend. Welcome to the club. Hoss, Carver, Matvey, and I will have to tell you how we deal with it when men want our women.”
I snorted. “I know how Matvey does. He has them killed. Although when it comes to Victoria, I bet he does the deed himself.”
“You’re probably right. He loves her to death, even after all these years together. I want to be like him. My parents were the same way until they died.”
“You are already like them. You set the fucking bar high for your friends, I want you to know that,” I muttered jokingly.
“I know. I love it,” Mikhail chuckled.
Putting the phone on speaker, I went to the kitchen to check on the casserole. Opening the oven door, I stuck a fork in to test the consistency. It felt perfect. I opened a drawer to get the oven mitts.
“What is that noise in the background?” he asked.
“I’m taking a casserole out of the oven,” I absently remarked.
“Damn, she’s already domesticated you! Wow. Next, you’ll be cleaning and doing laundry,” he teased.
“Screw you, Mikhail. I’ll have you know that I was cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry before I met Tiana. Stop acting like I wasn’t. And I wouldn’t say anything if I were you. I’ve seen you doing all those same things, too, since you got with Tajah.”
“What is up with you two?” I heard Tajah say from his end. At the same time, my woman’s voice from behind me had me swinging around to face her.
“What are you doing, Reuben? And are you provoking Mikhail?” She wore a smile and was shaking her head.
“Yes, but he started it,” I defended.
I heard Mikhail essentially have the same conversation on his end with Tajah. I let them while I watched Cristiana saunter over to me. She sported messy hair and was wearing the button-down shirt I had worn the night before. We’d shed our clothes all over the floor when we got home. We slept naked.
As she pressed up on her tiptoes, I lowered my head so our mouths could meet. It was sweet with an edge of eroticism. Before things could get out of control, she removed her lips from mine.
“Good morning, Mi hombre guapo y sexy, my handsome, sexy man,” she whispered, giving me a sweet smile.
“Oh shit, they’re speaking Spanish. We’d better get off the phone now. I don’t want to hear them having sex. Talk to you later, buddy. Good morning, Cristiana,” Mikhail said hurriedly. Accompanying her laughter, Tajah called out good morning as well, before he disconnected.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt your call,” Cristiana said.
“You didn’t. It was time to end the call. Breakfast is ready. I hope you like this.”
Cristiana moved over to eye the dish cooling on the stove top. “It smells delicious. You should’ve woken me. I would’ve made breakfast, or at least I would’ve helped.”
“You were sound asleep. I didn’t want to disturb you. You were exhausted last night.” I smirked.
She elbowed me playfully as she went to the cabinet where I kept the plates. “I wonder why? I guess I’ll have to do better.”
“Better how?” I asked, mystified.
“At wearing you out so you can’t wake up in the morning. Challenge accepted.”
I wrapped my arms around her from behind, bringing her flush against me. I nudged my hips into her. She had to feel my burgeoning erection. I nibbled on her ear.
“Nina, if you get any better, I won’t wake up because you will have killed me.
Like I told you, last night was the best night ever for me.
Both times blew my mind at how in sync we are.
And I love seeing you wearing my shirt. What else are you wearing?
” I whispered as I ran my hands from her tits to the shirt hem, where I pushed the tails of it upward.
All my hands encountered was warm, soft skin. I groaned. Cristiana shuddered.
“Reuben, bebé, you have to stop. If you don’t, we’ll be back in bed. And while I love that idea, we need food, and I’d like to soak a bit before the next round.”
Immediately, my desire morphed into concern. I turned her around to face me. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you last night? I told you to tell me if I got too rough,” I reminded her.
“No, no, you didn’t hurt me, and it wasn’t too rough. I loved it. It’s been a while for me, that’s all. I’m a tiny bit sore and need to soak, then I’ll be good as new,” she assured me.
I scanned her face to make sure she was telling the truth. Her expression indicated she was. I let the hem drop, then took her hand. I led her to the table and gently helped her into the chair I had pulled out for her.
“Is this comfortable enough, or do you want me to get a pillow?” I asked.
“Reuben, it’s good. I don’t need a pillow. Let’s get our food.”
She tried to rise, but I held her down.
“You stay. I’ll bring the food to the table. Do you want orange juice and coffee?”
The look I gave her must’ve told Cristiana I wasn’t going to argue.
She relaxed and gave me her answer. No more than a few minutes passed before we were both seated with plates filled with casserole, juice, and coffee, and a warmer filled with tortillas.
I warmed them in the microwave with a damp paper towel.
Not the preferred method, but it would do in a pinch.
I planned to heat them while the casserole baked, but was distracted by Mikhail’s call.
She picked up her fork after telling me it looked amazing.
I watched her take the first bite. Her moan and the way she closed her eyes said it all.
“Oh my God, Reuben, this tastes so good. Is this your recipe or one you got from your mamá?”
I placed a tortilla on her plate before answering. I derived immense satisfaction from providing for my woman. I was a pleasure Dom, and it wasn’t just sex that gave enjoyment. One’s sense of taste and smell, in other instances, could do it.
“It’s one I found online and decided to give it a try. It’s nothing fancy, but I’m glad you like it. I shared it with my sisters. They love how easy it is to make for their families. Eat up.”
Our meal was relaxed as we ate and chatted about a variety of things, mainly food and favorite recipes.
When it was finished, I refused to let her clean up.
I sent her off to soak in the tub with instructions to put the soaking salts under the sink in the water.
I promised I’d join her shortly. There wasn’t much to clean.