Chapter 24
Everyone was thinking it, I just said it.
— Shasha to Dima
SHASHA
I woke up to the early morning light spilling through the closed, practically sheer curtains.
Oh, and yelling coming from below me.
I groaned and rolled over, searching for the woman that I’d spent the last two days with, only to find that half of the bed empty.
My eyes went to the clock on the wall, and I groaned.
It was well past six.
She had to leave at seven fifteen.
Getting out of bed, I grabbed the pair of gray sweats from the floor and slipped them on before heading downstairs.
I was unsurprised to find my family there.
I was also unsurprised to find Alexi and Dima arguing over what kind of coffee roast was best.
Brecken’s interruption had me smiling despite it being way too fucking early in the morning.
“I’m partial to drip coffee,” she interrupted. “I buy it from the store in those huge jugs. And if I don’t finish it before it gets cold, I just put it on ice and make it an iced coffee.”
“That’s blasphemous.” Dima gasped in horror.
“It’s not that bad,” Brecken defended.
“The coffee in those tubs is so old that it might as well be expired. Once you taste the difference, you’ll change your mind,” Dima countered.
“I do agree with that,” Alexi said.
“Ms. Sweat, can I get a ride to school with you? When Dad takes me, he makes me ride in the back seat, and it’s embarrassing,” Roslyn queried.
I nearly choked.
Alexi made her ride in the back seat because the front seat wasn’t bulletproofed as well as the back.
That was also why he made me ride in the back seat.
“Sure, but I’m leaving in fifteen minutes. I have to help with crowd control in front of the office this morning to make sure that students aren’t loitering,” Brecken said with what sounded like her mouth slightly full.
I rounded the corner to find Alexi, Daniil, Ivan, Bogdan, Artur, Roslyn, Polina, and even fucking Lev at my kitchen table.
Polina was looking like her heart was completely full, having that many people to feed.
“There’s nothing wrong with sitting in the back seat,” Alexi defended himself.
“There is when your sixteen-year-old daughter can drive herself and you won’t let her. Then, when she’s being forced to be driven to school—because let’s just mention here that you won’t even let her take the bus—you make her ride in the back seat because the bulletproof armor is thicker in the back seat because there aren’t as many airbags,” she replied snarkily.
I moved until I was standing behind Brecken’s chair—she was sitting in my chair at the head of the table—and placed my hand on her head.
She looked up at me, and I dropped my mouth down onto hers, tasting the sweetness of peanut butter and jelly on her lips.
“PB&J?” I asked.
“Polina said that she made sure to find some dairy-free items for me to cook, and when I mentioned I was craving peanut butter and jelly, she came out here with these scrumptious waffles.” She pointed at them.
“They’re pretty fuckin’ good seeing as they have no dairy in them,” Daniil admitted.
“Shasha.” Lev stood up. “I’ve been waiting forever for you to wake up, but everyone insisted I let you sleep because what I had to say wasn’t that important.”
My brows lifted as I moved to the side of Brecken’s chair, pulled it back, and lifted her out of her seat. Seconds later, I was depositing her in my lap and giving Lev my full attention.
I don’t know what I expected of Brecken, but her snuggling deeper into me wasn’t it.
I wrapped my arms around her small body and buried my face in her hair. “When do you have to leave?”
She sighed and looked up at me.
She smelled edible, and my cock was responding to her closeness.
She wiggled in my lap, then pushed out of it.
“Soon. I have to go find shoes,” she said. “We went to get them yesterday, but they disappeared, and I didn’t want to wake you up looking for them.”
I wished she would have.
“I’ll help you.” I stood and made eye contact with Lev who was looking quite perturbed. “Meet me in my office. I’ll be there as soon as she leaves.”
“Fine,” he grumbled, then sat back down to finish the breakfast he’d fully intended to leave behind.
The group started talking again as soon as we’d left, and by the time I made it up the stairs, she was already in my closet searching for her shoes.
I watched her bend down and pick up a pair of what looked like wedge heels.
“Those are going to be uncomfortable to wear all day,” I said as I watched her put them on.
They made her calves look incredible. The worn-out skinny jeans she was wearing looked incredible with the heels.
The shirt, a massive one that had more holes than full coverage fabric, left a lot to be desired though.
“Yeah, they’re gonna feel not all that great, but it’s all that I had other than that pair of shit-covered red sneakers in the farm truck.” She sighed. “I’m going to buy a new t-shirt at the office, though, so at least I’ll look a little bit dressy.”
That explained the outfit.
And the beautiful hair.
She stood up, giving me the full picture of what she was wearing, and my heart started to hammer.
I readjusted my dick in my pants, and she watched, her face flaming.
“What time do you get off today?” I drawled.
“Four if I’m lucky,” she grumbled. “Most likely five, though. The big bosses have no concept of time.”
She bent over, causing her t-shirt to gape open, and fluffed her hair, and I blanked out for a second.
Because when I next focused on something that wasn’t her tits in a lacy bra, she was walking toward me.
I knew she hadn’t intended to seem as sexy as she was, but she did, and before I could fully think through her being completely dressed, I was bringing her into my body. I made quick work of pushing her jeans down her hips and to the floor.
“Shasha!” she gasped at the quick movement. “What are you…I have to go!”
I pushed her panties aside and thrust two fingers inside of her.
Wet.
Always wet for me.
“Plenty of time,” I mused as I yanked my sweatpants down and fit my cock to her entrance.
She gasped as I pushed inside, the edges of her thong scraping along my dick as I filled her.
“Shasha!” she repeated, her voice breaking. “The door is open!”
“Don’t care,” I said as I started to lift her up and bring her back down on my cock.
She moaned, her teeth coming down onto her bottom lip, and started to ride me.
I groaned. “Fuck, condom.”
When I went to pull her off of me—fuck, we really needed to get her to the doctor to get some birth control in place—she kissed me.
And I might or might not have forgotten what I was going to do until it was too late.
I should’ve stopped.
I told myself to stop.
Hell, her mind was probably screaming at her to stop.
Yet, neither one of us did.
We fucked each other like we were starved.
And when I started to come inside of her right as her head went back to expose the column of her throat, I thought…I want to plant my baby inside of her.
I wanted to tie her to me forever.
I didn’t care about it being too soon.
I didn’t care about how dangerous it would be to bring a child into my world.
I just wanted everything.
With her.
With one final thrust, I pulled her to a stop over the top of me, buried so goddamn deep that she was likely tasting me.
Our foreheads came together, and we panted into each other’s mouths for a long second before she said, “One, I really have to go now. I have to change my panties because there’s no way that they’re not soaked. Two, one of these days, we’re going to get a souvenir from our stupidity. And three, I hope my jeans aren’t wrinkled.”
Her jeans were definitely wrinkled.
She laughed at the look on my face and stood up.
I looked down and watched as my release started to drip down her leg.
Before she could take a step, or my cum could fall to her feet and ruin her shoes, I caught it up with one finger and swiped it up her leg until I could catch most of what’d fallen.
Her eyes went heated as she saw the thick white liquid on my finger.
She licked her lips, and I started to laugh. “If you don’t get the fuck out of here right now, I’m going to bend you over the bed.”
She giggled and raced to the bathroom.
She was out in a few minutes, and the wrinkles were barely noticeable on her clothing.
She hurried to where I was washing my hands in the bathroom, kissed my chin, then raced out of the room.
I showered and dressed in five minutes and met a clearly agitated Lev in my office.
“Sorry.” I shrugged when he gave me an accusing look.
“You know that I don’t like leaving my house,” he grumbled.
“You need to leave your house,” I pointed out. “So I’m doing you a favor.”
“Whatever,” he mumbled as he pulled out his laptop. “I was doing some more research on the Gabriel fellow. I came across this,” he said as he twisted the laptop around. “It’s a porn website.”
“Okay,” I said. “Why are you showing it to me?”
“Because Gabriel Stone has an account,” he said. “And his main content is forcing his wife. Truthfully, I’m sure that the people who own this particular website think it’s fake. But since we know Stone, I’m fairly sure none of it is fake.”
I felt my stomach turn as I watched the first few minutes of a rape.
That was what it was. A rape.
He was forcing his wife to not only have sex with him, but to allow it to be on film.
Anger rose in my belly, and I reached out for my phone and called Cayden.
Cayden answered on the first ring and said, “I’m trying to be careful, goddammit. But this motherfucker…”
“Don’t care how you have to do it, or what kind of attention it’ll bring me. Do it,” I said.
“Why the change of heart?” he asked.
I glanced at Lev and said, “Send that to Cayden’s phone.”
Lev nodded and sent it.
“What the fuck is this?” Cayden asked a few moments later.
I didn’t answer, knowing he’d figure it out eventually.
His breath hissed in, and I knew what he was seeing.
The screen on our end was paused with Gabriel’s hand wrapped around Viveka’s throat where he was clearly choking her so badly she couldn’t breathe. He was also ripping the front of Viveka’s shirt down.
Fucking mother fucker .
If I could kill a man over and over, this man would be the one to experience that particular phenomenon.
“He’s at his office right now,” he said. “I found out he has an appointment today around three for a client of his who thinks he’s about to be fired. He wants his lawyer there when it happens. Once he’s out of there, I’ll take care of it.”
“Let me know if you need anything,” I said.
He laughed. “Oh, I won’t.”
After we hung up, I looked at Lev, who looked rather smug at my reaction.
“I want cameras in her classroom by the end of the day, and I want access to all cameras in that school by noon,” I said. “Ivan can take care of the cameras in the school. You can get me access.”
“Will do.” He stood up, and I swung around to get to my computer. “Shasha?”
“Yes,” I answered, looking up.
“I like her.”
My lips twitched. “She’s going to be my wife.”
“I know.” He started out of the room but stopped and looked at me over his shoulder. “One day, I want that.”
“You’ll have it, Lev. All you have to do is step out of your comfort zone.”