18. Rurik
18
RURIK
T he last couple of days of Kelly’s spring break passed too quickly.
Unfortunately, I was stuck in meetings and out running errands for the Boss or Lev. When I told Kelly that she had to go shopping with Eva and Irina and spend my money on herself, I thought it would be good for her to have a break from me and not just spend every minute next to me.
Now as the time was dwindling down until she’d be expected back on campus, it seemed like I couldn’t get her alone for more than a few minutes.
I brought her with me to the Baranov mansion for lunch the day before she’d need to go back to school. While I was expected to talk with Lev and Vik, I figured she’d want to hang out with Eva and Irina.
“What’s going on lately that you’re so busy?” Kelly asked on the drive there. As soon as she spoke, she shook her head. “Never mind. Forget I asked. I have to remember that I can’t just ask and think it’s not, um, confidential information.”
I laughed, picking up her hand and holding it while I drove. “We’ve talked about a lot of insider information around you. And we wouldn’t have been that open and talked so freely if we didn’t know that we could trust you with the information.”
She nodded but didn’t speak up again.
Dammit. I hated how she was so insistent on keeping a line between us.
“We’ve been busy because there have been more sightings of someone Oleg calls John Doe .”
She frowned. “John Doe. A dead man?”
“No. Well… No.”
“Wait. Is this guy dead or not?” she asked. “Because I thought that John or Jane Doe stood for people who were dead that the morgue or cops had to ID somehow but couldn’t.”
“I think that’s where the terms come from, but this man is supposed to be dead,” I told her. “Lev killed him, but then he was seen after that supposed death. Not supposed.” I furrowed my brow, hearing how confusing this had to sound. “He—or someone—was killed that day Lev finished his job before protecting Eva.”
“But… it might not be the same man?” she guessed.
“Maybe. We can’t tell. He’s been popping up on security footage and we’ve been following the leads to see if we can catch this guy and see if there was something weird going on with that hit Lev did.”
“Ah.” After that minimal reply, she fell quiet again.
“We’ve also been busy because there is more chatter about Sonya’s disappearance.”
“Eva was talking about her mom and sister the other day. She seems convinced they’re dead and have been for a while.”
I nodded, glancing at her. “I think so too.”
“But Oleg can’t let it go?”
I shook my head. “It doesn’t seem like he can let Sonya go. But I realized recently that he’s not as vested in finding out what happened to Amelia Baranov.”
“Hmm. And now you’re wondering if he already knows what happened to Amelia Baranov and therefore isn’t viewing her as an unsolved mystery?”
I smiled. “You’re really good at reading my mind.”
“I am not.”
I kissed the back of her soft hand. “Fine. You’re not. But you’re very observant and perceptive like that. We’re always on the same page.”
She mimicked me, bringing my hand to her lips and kissing it.
“Before we get to the house, though,” I told her, “try to keep this visit short. I want to make dinner for you tonight.”
“Ooh. I can’t wait.”
Neither could I.
“And also before we get to the house,” I said. “Do you want to talk to me some more about Jerome?”
She stiffened. If I hadn’t been holding her hand, I wouldn’t have noticed it.
“What do you mean?”
“Vik brought up a good point, that we should eliminate him before you go back to school. If he’d continue to cause trouble for you. And it’s been on my mind. Namely, I’ve been wondering why he’s focused on you, specifically.”
“Because he knew me from before. We lived in the same foster house for a while.”
“Does he have anything against you—or does he have anything that he might think he can hold over you?”
She shook her head. “I’ve never done anything to him. Nothing that would make him target me.”
I narrowed my eyes, picking at her answer. That’s not a direct yes or no, though. I wished I didn’t feel like she was hiding something from me.
“He’s just a mean person. Always had been. When we were younger, he was an asshole to all of us foster kids, the foster parents. He was a liar, a thief. He’d bully us all, try to fight us, blame things on us.”
“Did he target you specifically then?”
“No. He hated us all and treated everyone like crap. It’s just the lousy kind of person he is, and it’s why I wanted nothing to do with him when I saw him on campus. I was shocked, first of all, because I figured I’d never see him again. He’s one of those losers that you meet in life and think to yourself, yeah, he’ll be rotting away in jail soon.”
I was getting the picture, but it still seemed like there had to be a direct connection to why he’d follow her instead of any other woman on campus. Perhaps it was nothing more than the phenomenon of his seeing someone familiar from long ago and wanting to repeat history, but that didn’t seem like enough of a motivation.
“Based on what we’ve gathered, though, about your attack?—”
“Wait. I didn’t know that Oleg was asking all his men and soldiers to investigate what happened to me .” She pointed at herself, eyes open wide.
“Kel? When I said that I’d protect you and take care of you, that meant completely.”
“But I never wanted anyone to be investigating anything about me and my life. I happen to value my privacy.”
“And I value you . And I plan to keep you alive. And safe. Of course, we were going to look into why you were attacked. In doing so, we realized that Jerome gets around. Once we got a picture of him, Irina and Vik confirmed that they saw him talking with Jessica Nolan, someone in the dean’s office. And looking further into him, we realized he’s got a lot of acquaintances on the drug scene. He deals and sells on and off for both the Petrovs and Ilyins, and also some gangs. He’s not exclusive?—”
“I don’t… I don’t want to know this, Rurik. I want nothing to do with Jerome Parson ever again. He’s part of my past, and I’m leaving that behind me, for good.”
“Okay.” I didn’t blame her for not wanting anything to do with him. “But he knew that Petrov man who attacked you that night. And Jerome was at that meeting. The one I was supposed to watch and record the night I hurried back to check on you.”
“What does this mean?” she asked quietly.
“That if you are still considering what Oleg asked of you, you should know this. You should be aware of the chance that Jerome might be involved with this meeting and all the people involved in the drug distribution that Oleg is trying to keep an eye on. It would be a factor to think about.” I kissed her hand again, glad that I was upfront about this connection and development. She deserved to know and be informed. As I parked at the mansion, I wished that she would feel the same about me, that she would want me to be informed of all that she knew about these people and what was going on.
After we arrived at the house, Kelly went off to talk with Eva even though Irina wasn’t there.
I headed toward the study to get to the others I had to check in with, but the further I walked away from where Kelly went, the more I missed her. She was with me all the time. She was never far, and I hated the distance between us each time we had to split up.
Because I don’t want to. I don’t want to fear losing her for any length of time again.
Once things were wrapped up here, I hurried to find Kelly and get her home for this dinner date. I didn’t want to take her out. I didn’t want to lose any time with her in public. I wanted her all to myself.
Lev caught me at the door, though, pulling me aside. “Hey, has she said if she might agree to…?” He raised his brows.
“Not yet. And I haven’t pushed her. But there’s time yet. She’s not expected to work at that building until Tuesday.”
He nodded, backing up and letting me go.
I eased Kelly away from Eva, who was again plying her with all kinds of bridal and wedding talk. And I didn’t apologize, either. I was that eager to be deep inside my woman and filling her with my cum.
She seemed to know how badly I desired her too because with just one look, she smiled that sexy little smile that hinted at lots of naughty fun to be had.
The whole way home, she leaned across the console and kissed me, groped me, and teased me as much as she could without making me cause an accident.
As soon as I parked, we got out and ran to the elevator. And there, I slammed her against the wall and kissed her. She moaned into my mouth, just as ravenous for me as I was for her.
“You said,” she got out between kisses and panted breaths as we rode up to my floor, “something about dinner?”
I shook my head. “I need you more.”
She nodded, jumping into my arms as I picked her up. “Yeah.” She kissed me again, sucking on my tongue and making me growl with need. “We can have an appetizer first.”
The second the elevator doors slid open, I hauled her inside and hurried to get her clothes off. She helped, grabbing for our garments too, but her hands got in the way.
“Wait.” I got her shirt and bra off her chest, but they got stuck, snagged at her wrists. I forced her bound hands over her head. “Keep those right there.”
She obeyed, watching as I stripped. Then once I was naked, with my cock jutting out and pointing at her, I picked her up and carried her to bed.
Bouncing on the mattress after I tossed her down, she gasped in surprise at how quickly I was moving. I grabbed her ankles, yanking her to the edge of the bed, and peeled off her pants and panties. She was naked, all that soft, unblemished skin for me to feast on. Save for her shirt and bra tying her wrists together, she was bare and not trying to hide.
“I will never get enough of you, Kelly. Never.” With my fingers digging into her thighs, I pulled her further down on the bed. She hovered at the edge, and I didn’t waste time lowering to my knees and kissing her.
She arched up at the press of my mouth on her mound. Then she let out that sexy moan I loved to hear from her lips as I traveled lower. I swiped my tongue over her slit, groaning hungrily at the tang of her juices on my tastebuds.
“Yes, Rurik. Please. Please…”
“Please what?” I taunted, wanting her to explore with more naughty talk. She came so much harder when she did.
“Please lick my pussy. Please.”
I grinned, doing as she said. Once I had her wheezing and gasping to catch her breath, I paused. She writhed on the mattress, trying to hump my face.
“What else?”
She groaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me with that big dick.”
I couldn’t hold back. I didn’t want to. Not every time was hurried and frantic like this. In the back of my mind, though, I worried that I would never have enough time with her. A lifetime wouldn't be enough to satisfy me. There was so much more to learn, to explore, and to love with her.
Rising up on the bed, I grinned at her confinement. She obeyed me, keeping her arms up over her head. Her fingers were twisted together as she wrung them with her shirt and bra binding her hands close.
This could all be mine. She could be mine, only mine, and I let myself get carried away with that intoxicating promise as I lined myself up to her wet entrance and thrust in. With a long, steady, and hard stroke, I slammed into her tight heat.
Then I growled, feeling like a beast ready to rut into her. Staying still, I looked my fill, raking my gaze over her naked body. Every curve, every inch of her smooth, soft skin. The dark pink of her nipples and the swells of her tits. Her neck was strained with her arching up at the fullness of me wedged all the way to the hilt inside her pussy.
She was mine, because no one else would ever feel this good. No other woman could ever make me feel this possessive and primitive, eager to own her.
“Finally,” I said under my breath. It was far from the first time I was fucking her, and if I had my way, it wouldn’t be the last, either. But this was the initial moment when I knew, without a doubt and no matter what she decided about helping the family, that I would never let her go.
Never.
I’d finally found my reason to live. I’d finally met my challenge—making her want to grow old with me and stay by my side.
Slowly, I dragged my cock out of her, relishing the tight squeeze of her walls. Her mewls and moans were music to my ears. The sway of her breasts was the masterpiece of my view. Then as I thrust into her again, whipping my hips to secure the gloved fit, she cried out loudly.
“Yes! Please, Rurik. Please!”
“Please what?” I taunted.
“Please fuck me hard. Fuck me with that big dick.”
Suctioning noises of her cream increased as I drove in and out of her, steadily pushing her closer to her orgasm. With her continued cries and filthy shouts for me to fuck her, she got wetter and slicker.
At last, before I worried she was fighting her orgasm, she tensed. Her mouth dropped open. She lifted her arms down toward her chest, as if she wanted to wrap herself in a hug. Trembling and shaking, she came with such a tight grip on my cock that I growled and sped up my thrust. I wouldn’t be able to move with her clutching me like that. I wouldn’t be able to last much longer with how goddamn sexy she was, a gorgeous mess with her golden locks strewn all over the bedspread and across her face. The vision of her like this pushed me to come right after her.
She milked me, wringing every last drop of my hot cum out of me. It was perfection, like fire charging through my veins. It was brutal, like I’d run a marathon against caving to coming too soon.
Hovering over her, I braced myself on my forearms. At the hint of pain from my wounded shoulder, I shifted to lean more to the opposite side, but she noticed my slight grimace.
“Rurik,” she scolded tenderly, nudging at me to roll over. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
I kissed her quiet as I tucked my free hand under her. Sliding it between her juicy ass cheek and the bed, I hugged her to me as I reversed us. I lay on my back, and she stayed draped over me. Our combined cum glued us together, so sticky and spent. I didn’t care. As we caught our breath, embracing each other as we cooled down from the rush of coming so hard, I stroked my hand over her back. Even right after sex, I had to touch her. I needed to physically remind myself that she was with me.
“Hey,” she said after a long while of simply coming back down from the high of how powerfully we’d come.
She’d gone so still and lax over me that I thought she’d fallen asleep.
“Hmm?”
“I thought I was getting an appetizer before dinner too.”
I chuckled, tightening my arms around her. I never wanted to let her go. After placing a kiss on the top of her head, I let her snuggle back down against me. “If you give me a few more minutes, I bet I could stuff your mouth with something in the shower.”
She laughed lightly, nuzzling her face against my chest. “I was joking.”
“I wasn’t.”
After lifting up to kiss me, she smiled. “I will never get enough of you.”
I smiled right back. “I was just thinking the same thing.”