Chapter 17 - Diomid
Another week, another ridiculously long meeting with the Shevs that could have been ended an hour ago, but these guys get so caught up in the discussions that they unnecessarily prolong it.
We’re all sitting in Jaroslav’s dining room, around the table, paperwork spread out on the surface. Beers are scattered everywhere, half finished, some still glistening with condensation over the glass.
I pick up my beer and drain the last of it.
My mood is already tainted with agitation. I want to get out of here.
It has been a week since the gathering we had at Jaroslav’s place last Friday. A week has passed since I last saw Angel, and I haven’t been able to have her. It’s driving me crazy. I can’t think straight lately.
The longer I’m away from her, the more I seem to lose myself.
“That’s it then,” Matvei says, standing up, and I stifle a loud groan of relief. Thank fuck. I need a drink. I can’t wait to get out of here. Just sitting in this place, I have been constantly worried that Angel will walk in and completely unhinge me.
“How about we call the girls and tell them to meet us here. We can throw some steaks on the grill, open more beers?” Matvei suggests.
Dammit. That’s the last thing I want to hear.
“Now that sounds like a plan!” Jaroslav says, eliciting agreement from the other guys.
“Listen, I’ve got plans already, so I should…” I stand up, trying to excuse myself.
“Bullshit. Cancel them,” Matvei says. “You aren’t going anywhere.” He slaps his hand against my back and hands me a fresh beer.
There’ll be no getting out of this.
Truthfully, it’s not that I want to avoid the guys.
I’ve grown quite fond of the Shev brothers.
Angelika made me realize that I was judging everyone too harshly based on stupid history bullshit cooked up by the generation before us.
Okay, there are also a few disagreements within our generation, to be fair.
But they’re good guys. Really good guys.
I just can’t be around her.
But I’m also dying to see her.
It’s a real problem for me.
“Thanks, man,” I smile tightly, taking a sip of the freshly cracked ice-cold beer.
Everyone flows out of the dining room and into the garden. It’s midday and the sun is baking down on a beautiful afternoon. In a month, we’ll be heading into Autumn, so these last few weeks of sun should be savored to the fullest.
Matvei sets his beer down near the grill and pulls his shirt over his head. Letting the sun bake directly against his skin. I do the same, stretching out my tired muscles, aching from sitting too long in the meeting. “You got that covered?” Jaroslav asks, gesturing toward the grill.
Matvei laughs. “I know my way around a grill.”
“There are extra swimming trunks in the pool house if anyone is in the mood for a swim,” Jaroslav says, gesturing toward the other side of the garden.
“Valery is on her way. Stef and Angelika are catching a ride with her. They were all at your place, Mat. They’re going to stop at the butcher and grab us some steaks. Does anyone want anything else? Because now is the time to say so,” Jaro says, loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Check if we have enough beers. I think we do, though,” Timofey calls out, walking toward the pool house to grab some shorts.
“We do,” I reply, sticking my head behind the bar. “It looks like Jaro has prepared for an apocalypse with the way he’s stocking beers back here.”
The guys laugh as they unpack the grill, checking it’s clean and getting it ready for the afternoon family gathering.
Within an hour, everyone is here.
Laughter rings over the garden, louder from the pool area where Timofey, Nikita, Stef, and Zakhar are playing a chaotic game of volleyball with the girls sitting on the guys’ shoulders.
My eyes continuously drift toward her. I’m trying so hard to honor what she wants.
Last time we stole a moment together, she made it clear.
No, not ever Diomid. Her words stung. I tried to make light of them to ease the tension they shot into me.
But they hurt. And they’ve been looping through my thoughts ever since.
Mostly, they are the cause of my dark mood.
Angel is talking to Valery. Her beautiful laughter keeps drawing my attention back to her, and it’s getting harder and harder to resist her.
Matvei and I are standing by the grill, chatting, laughing too, but he doesn’t have my full focus. “Hey man, grab us a round of beers,” Matvei says, eyeing my drink, his already empty. “Can do, do you want one of those toasted cheese things Val made? I think there are still a few left.”
“Yes, definitely, grab me two before Zakhar gets out of the pool and gets hold of them,” he laughs, grinning in Zakhar’s direction. I chuckle as I walk away, looking around at everyone enjoying themselves. They really are good guys. I’m grateful to realize that.
My stubborn side would have stopped me from allowing myself to connect with them if it hadn’t been for Angelika.
My eyes drift toward her again as I throw some grilled cheese squares onto a plate, two fresh beers tucked into my back pockets.
She’s too captivating. I can’t keep going on like this.
Inwardly groaning, I head back to Matvei and hand him a plate of snacks and a beer. From the corner of my eye, I see Angelika heading into the house.
My heart leaps into my throat. She’s wearing the same little yellow sundress she wore in Barbados. Memories flash through my mind. Maybe I could just talk to her. A moment.
“I’m going to… uh… just going to run inside quick,” I blurt out. Matvei isn’t bothered in the least. He nods vaguely, his attention on the steaks.
I bolt inside after her, and as soon as I’m close enough, I grab her arm, frightening her as I drag her into the closest guest room.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, her brows raised high with surprise.
Instead of answering her, I pull her close and kiss her.
For a split second, there is resistance, and I think she’s going to shove me away and slap me. But in the blink of an eye, it’s gone, and she’s leaning into me. Her hands start clawing at me, raking over my skin, her nails grazing my sun-kissed flesh.
I groan with pleasure as she moves against me, my hand brushing down her back, desperate, full of need.
She jumps up into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist. My hands cradle her ass, my fingers drift between her legs, beneath her dress, over her lace panties, and my heart screams full speed ahead.
There’s no stopping me now. There’s no more self-control. I have to have her.
My cock is throbbing against the seams of my pants when I carry her over to the bed. She moans softly against my mouth, threading her fingers up my neck and through my hair, tugging.
I don’t dare let her go as I lower her onto the bed and lie over her with my body pinning her down and my hips pushing her legs apart. I’m terrified she’s going to tell me to stop, and I won’t be able to.
But Angel grabs the waistband of my jeans and pulls me even closer to her. She gasps, feverish and lustful, her lips swollen and parted as her eyes take me in. Her pupils dilate as I slowly push her dress up around her waist, licking my lips, wild at the sight of her.
She runs her tongue over her top lip, and it pushes me over the edge.
In a rush, I rip the button open on my pants, yank the zip down, and free my cock.
Her breath shudders as I slip my fingers beneath her panties and pull them aside.
Neither of us takes our eyes off each other as I rub my cock over her soaked pussy, spreading her honey, and then slowly, teasingly, pushing my cock into her tight, perfect little pussy.
Angelika gasps, tilting her head back as her eyes flutter, pleasure flooding her. The deeper I push into her, the harder her nails dig into my sides.
I bury my face in the curve of her neck, the scent of her hair covering me, and pull out slowly, then thrust in again, harder, more forceful.
Her body jerks beneath me with the force of each thrust. She’s holding onto me, clinging to me like she never wants to let go.
Wrapping my arms around her back, I grip her tightly in an embrace that speaks more words than I can say.
My body wants to be entwined around her, against her, stealing every inch of her.
My heart wants to be merged with hers, synchronizing each beat as we move together, and my cock fills her up and claims her as my own.
Each thrust, each time I push into her, I groan again with relief. I’ve waited so long. I’ve spent all this time avoiding her, telling myself I can’t have her.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
This…. This is everything I need.
I push into her again, wanting more and more.
Angelika wraps her hands around my neck and kisses me. Her lips moving over mine, her tongue inside my mouth.
She’s arching into me, urgency building, like a pressure deep inside her needs to be released. Her breathing becomes erratic, and when I pull away from the kiss to look at her, her pupils are dilated, and her eyes are wild.
The sight of her pleasure makes me fuck her harder.
I slam into her, over and over again. Grabbing her thighs and pushing them wider apart, my cock forces her open, stretching her wide, sliding, massaging, filling her up.
She begins to moan, forgetting where we are; her gasps are too loud.
Leaning over her again, I clasp my hand over her mouth. It makes me wild with lust, and I thread my other hand over her delicate throat. She tilts her head back and gives in to my control.
She is mine. She is utterly and completely mine.
My cock swells harder, growing inside her.
She squeals against my hand, and in that moment, her pussy explodes over me.
Undulating with each spasm of her muscles.
Her entire body convulses beneath me, and I explode inside her, clenching my jaw to stop from shouting her name.
She’s breathless and grinning when I push myself off her and offer her my hand to help her up.
She bites her lower lip, not saying a word, but her eyes are full of mischief and satisfaction as she straightens her panties and watches me button up my pants.
Angel pulls her dress down just as the guest bedroom door bursts open.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Jaroslav snarls, his face rigid with anger, his fists clenched and his jaw set.
“Jaro, wait, it’s not what you think,” Angel blurts out, panic shooting across her face.
“I can fucking see exactly what the fuck it is,” he shouts, and behind him, Zakhar and Matvei arrive to see what the commotion is about.
“What the….” Matvei stammers, as shocked as everyone else.
“Guys, wait,” I say, holding my hands up defensively. “Just listen…”
But Jaroslav isn’t going to listen. He launches at me, while Angel tries to get between us. She fights him, but he’s blinded with anger and pushes her onto the bed.
“Don’t push her,” I shout, as he grabs me and shoves me toward the door.
“Shut the fuck up, Diomid,” Zakhar growls dangerously, following Jaroslav as he drags me into the living room and shoves me onto one of the sofas, standing over me with his Glock in his hand.
“When the fuck did you pull out your gun?” I shout in horror, keeping my hands raised, not daring to take my eyes off Jaroslav.
My brothers stream into the living room, everyone shouting at the same time.
“I say we torture him,” Evengil snarls.
“Guys, torture? Seriously?” Timofey stammers, trying to figure out what’s going on.
When Angelika bursts into the room looking flustered with her hair wild, he groans and understands.
“Let him go,” Angel shouts, pushing Jaroslav.
Her brothers ignore her. Demanding justice for what I did to their little sister.
Overwhelmed, unsure what to say because so far everything I’ve said has only made it worse, I sit in stunned silence, waiting for Jaroslav to put a bullet in my skull.
He looks unhinged enough to do it. Angry enough to put an end to my existence.
An existence made worthwhile because I got to know her.
Matvei tries to step between the gun and me, speaking gently in an attempt to de-escalate Jaroslav and the other Shev brothers, but Jaroslav just snarls at him, “Stay the fuck out of this, Mat.”
“Come on, man, you have a gun pointed at my brother, you know I can’t stay out of this,” he groans.
“Your brother took advantage of our sister. We won’t let him get away what that.” Zakhar says, standing over Matvei and forcing him to step back, his hands also raised in the air.
“Diomid, help us out here, man. Can you explain what the hell is actually going on?” Timofey asks, his eyes darting around the room. He knows what’s going on, he just doesn’t believe I’m that stupid, that reckless.
“There’s nothing to explain. I saw it with my own eyes.” Jaroslav is clearly not in a talking mood.
I groan again, dropping my hands and closing my eyes.
Zakhar grabs my arm and pulls me from the seat, exciting everyone else. “I’m going to cut his balls off and shove them down his throat,” he says, pulling me, shoving me toward the door.
“Stop this right now,” Angelika screams, stepping in front of him.
“Don’t you dare touch him,” she snaps, her voice fierce, her eyes like daggers. She turns from Zakhar to Jaroslav.