Chapter 11 Nina #3
He helps me up and while I throw on some comfy pajamas, he grabs a pair of joggers and a long-sleeve tee before we go down to heat up whatever Katya left for us.
Being around Vasily is so easy. His good looks still intimidate me, but he’s so down to earth that I can’t help relaxing around him and just having a good time.
I’m still laughing about something he’s said when the front door opens and our quiet night is interrupted by a woman’s over-the-top squeal.
Vasily groans and wraps an arm tightly around me.
I regret my choice of pajamas when a leggy blonde walks in wearing a miniskirt that’s so short she’s going to be flashing all of us if she bends over.
Her tits are spilling out of the scrap of fabric she’s calling a shirt, and when she runs her eyes over us, I can tell she’s dismissed me in less than half a second and quickly moved on to my mouthwatering husband.
I’ve never felt so out of place in my life, and when I start to shrink in on myself, Vasily leans down and picks me up so we’re chest to chest.
“What are you doing?” I whisper at him, feeling my face heat up.
“You’re letting her make you feel bad, and I don’t like it.”
When Ilya walks in with another woman on his arm, this one a tall redhead like the woman I’d first encountered in this kitchen, Vasily growls something to him in Russian. He gives me a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Nina.”
The blonde doesn’t seem to get the hint, because she giggles and points at Vasily before turning back to Ilya. “Does your friend want to join us?”
“Wow,” Ilya says, eyeing her like she’s an even bigger idiot than he originally thought.
I feel Vasily tense against me as his anger grows.
“Uh-oh,” I whisper as he storms over to her. I tighten my arms around his shoulders, wondering if he even remembers he’s still carrying me.
“What the fuck did you just ask?”
Blondie is really not taking the hint because she gives a smile that I’m sure has worked on every man up until this very moment and says, “I just thought maybe you’d like to join us.”
“Are you fucking blind? Do you see me holding my wife?”
Her eyes briefly dart to me, but I can tell she’s completely confused as to why that would be a deterrent. I mean, if he could have her, then why the hell would he want me, right?
“I’m sorry, Vasya,” Ilya says, shooting me an apologetic look as well. His arm is still snuggly around the redhead, so I’m guessing he’s resigned himself to the fact that he might just have one bed partner for tonight.
Vasily says something to Ilya in Russian that makes him laugh, and then he turns his focus back on the blonde. “You insulted my wife. Apologize.”
I start to say something but Vasily turns his blue eyes to mine. I watch as they go from icy cold to the warm look I’m used to seeing from him.
“She owes you an apology, zolotse, and you’re going to get it.”
His eyes harden when they turn back to the woman who’s not looking quite as confident as she was. She shrugs her shoulders and gives me a passing glance. “God, whatever. I’m sorry I insulted you.”
Vasily takes a step closer to her. “Not fucking good enough.”
The hard tone of his voice is enough to make her widen her eyes and start to take this more seriously. This time she meets my eyes and keeps them there.
“I’m sorry I was a bitch to you.”
“Thank you,” I say, fidgeting with the neckline of Vasily’s shirt.
“Now get the fuck out of my house and don’t come back.”
She turns and practically runs out the front door while Ilya calls out after her, “I’ll call you an Uber!” and then laughs. “I really am sorry,” he tells us while the redhead gives me a sweet smile and keeps her eyes off Vasily, no doubt trying to ensure that she also doesn’t get kicked out.
After they disappear down the hallway, I ask, “What did you say in Russian?”
“I told him I was going to build another house on the property for him and Andrei to share, maybe a couple of the other guys as well. I’m sick of running into their one-night stands.
I can’t ask my men not to fuck, but I’m married now, and that’s not the kind of home I want with you, especially if—”
He cuts himself off with a slight shake of his head. “I just think this would be best. I’m sorry she was an ass to you. I hate that shit.”
“What were you going to say?”
“It’s nothing, baby.”
I cup his face and hold mine close so he has no choice but to face me. “Please tell me.”
“I don’t know how you feel about kids. I don’t know if you want them or not, but if we do have them, I sure as hell don’t want them to see Ilya’s parade of women.”
I smile and look at my husband. He looks downright nervous, and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
“What are you laughing at?” he asks.
“I’ve just never seen you nervous about anything. It’s downright cute, Vasya.”
“I’m not nervous,” he insists. “I just really hope you want kids because after what I just filled you with, chances are high that we’re going to have one.”
“I didn’t want anything between us. I would’ve stopped you if I’d been worried about it. I just, I don’t know, I really liked the idea of you coming inside me.”
He lets out a soft groan and holds me tighter against him. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever come inside,” he admits. “I couldn’t stand the thought of something between us either. But if you’d rather not take the risk, I understand, baby.”
I lean closer and give his bottom lip a soft nip. “I like you coming inside me.”
He groans and lowers me so I can feel how hard I’m making him. “The only thing that’s stopping me from burying myself inside you again is knowing how badly you need to eat. My god is it tempting, though.”
I smile and laugh when he walks me to the fridge, not wanting to let me go, so he grabs food for us with just one hand and starts heating things up.
“You were a very cute baby, by the way. Katya and Svetlana showed me some of your photo albums.”
He laughs and grabs a couple of plates. “I bet they did.”
“Your mom is very pretty. I loved seeing you and your brothers, too.”
Setting me on the counter, he grabs the dish of chicken and vegetables and puts it in the oven to warm up before coming to stand in front of me again.
“My mom used to be so full of life, but my dad’s death destroyed her in many ways.
She’s never been the same since. She prefers to stay at the dacha, and my brothers and I do everything we can to make her as happy and comfortable as possible.
” He reaches up to run his finger along my cheek.
“I can’t wait for you to meet my brothers. They’re going to love you.”
“I hope so,” I say, already feeling nervous about meeting his family.
“They will.”
I grab onto his shirt, pulling him closer so I can kiss him while we wait for the food to heat up.
Despite everything that’s happened, I feel like the luckiest woman alive when Vasily wraps his arms around me and slides his tongue in to meet mine.
I lose myself in my husband, making him laugh when I slide my hand down his joggers so I can grab onto the sculpted ass I’ll never be able to get enough of.