Chapter 12 Volodya #2
She hasn’t the faintest idea what she does to me, but she’ll learn.
When we step into Kristy’s room, she gives us a big smile and waves us both over for hugs.
I’ve never done the meet the girlfriend’s family thing, but her mom makes it easy.
She’s friendly and welcoming, and she’s judging me on things other than my tattoos.
She’s judging me on how I treat her daughter, and I must be doing something right based on the look she’s giving me.
“You’re looking a lot better today,” I tell her. “How’s the new medicine?”
“So far, so good,” she says, crossing her fingers with a small laugh. “They said I can go home tomorrow if everything continues to go well.”
“That’s great, Mom.” Maddie sits on my lap without me having to pull her down, and that one small gesture has my heart doing all sorts of things. When she grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze, I completely melt. She’s going to ruin my reputation as a badass if I’m not careful.
While Maddie tells her about the cabin on my property, I stroke her hand and think about our future.
I never once pictured myself as a married man, and I sure as fuck never pictured myself as a dad, but imagining that future with Maddie doesn’t terrify me.
It sounds nice. I see the way Vasily is with Nina and their son.
He’s happier than I’ve ever seen him, and I never once thought that was something I could have or that I would even want it, but so many things have changed since I first saw the woman on my lap, who’s laughing with her mom and shooting me quick little smiles.
I didn’t ask for this, but I’d be a goddamn fool to turn it away.
“Are you sure about this?” Kristy asks me, pulling me from my marital bliss fantasies. “You really don’t have to do all this, Volodya. I already approve of you dating my daughter.”
I laugh and nod my head. “We’d love to have you stay there. It’s not huge or anything, but we can fix it up however you want, and there’s a private beach that’s a short walk away.”
“You’re going to love it, Mom,” Maddie quickly says, “and we can plant some flowers and make it look really cute.”
She thinks for a second, running her fingers over the flowers that she can’t stop smelling. “My lease is up at the end of the month, and I haven’t signed a new one yet.”
“Perfect,” I say. “Let me know when you’re ready, and I’ll have some guys help you pack up and get everything moved to the cabin.”
“Well, I guess it’s settled then,” she says with a laugh.
When the nurse comes in with her lunch, we both give her a hug goodbye before leaving so she can eat and get some rest.
“You nervous about supper tonight?” Maddie teases.
I open the car door for her, but before she can get in, I cup her face and lean closer. “No, I’m not nervous, kiska. I’m excited for everyone to meet you. I think you’ll like Nina and Svetlana.”
“I’m excited to meet them, too. A little nervous, but excited.”
“Don’t be nervous. They’re going to love you.”
Pressing closer, I nibble on her bottom lip, smiling at the way her breath hitches. “Is your pussy still sore, baby?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Good.”
I laugh at the look she gives me and kiss the tip of her nose. “Let’s go get some ice cream.”
The thought of a sweet treat appeases her, taking her mind off the sore pussy that she’s going to need to embrace because it’s her normal from here on out.
Double Dipped is busy with the after-lunch crowd when we step in and get in line.
I slide my hand up her back to rest on the nape of her neck, caressing her skin with my thumb, feeling the rapid beat of her heart beneath my fingers.
“What flavor are you getting?” I ask her once we’re close enough to see all the different choices in the glass case.
She studies each one like I’m going to quiz her on it before finally pointing a finger. “Butter pecan in a waffle cone.”
“I’ve never had it,” I admit, earning me a cute look of absolute shock.
“You have to try it. It’s so good.”
The teenage boy behind the counter blushes a deep red when Maddie smiles at him and orders two butter pecan waffle cones. I don’t blame the kid. She takes my breath away too.
“You made him as red as a tomato, kiska,” I whisper in her ear.
“Oh please, that’s not because of me.” She laughs while I hand the kid some money and we each grab a cone.
“Damn,” I say after we’ve sat down at a small table in the back and I’ve gotten my first taste of the cone. “You were right. This is pretty good.”
“Told you.” She gives me a smug grin and then licks the cone, making me forget about everything except how good it had felt to fuck that sweet mouth.
She keeps licking her cone, completely oblivious to the raging hard-on she’s giving me.
When she finally stops the ice cream fellatio show, she meets my eyes.
Hers widen a bit when she sees the hunger in mine.
Leaning closer, I run my thumb over her bottom lip, feeling the coolness from the ice cream.
“Keep licking ice cream like that, kiska, and I’m going to put you on your knees under this table and give you something else to fill that pretty mouth with.”
“You wouldn’t,” she whispers.
I give her a wink. “Try me.”
She must see the truth of it in my eyes because she takes a much smaller lick of her cone. “Good girl. You can give me a show like that anytime you want, but not in public, not where other men can see you.”
I look around the shop, noticing the guy at the corner table immediately. His eyes are glued to my girl, and the way he’s eye-fucking her has my hand already curling into a fist.
“Hold this for me, baby. I need to get some napkins.”
“Okay,” she mumbles around a mouthful of ice cream.
I walk to one of the napkin dispensers at the counter and quickly reach over to snag a metal fork when the employees aren’t looking.
A plastic one just isn’t going to cut it.
Gripping the handle, I walk over to the man who’s still watching my girl like he wants to eat her alive.
I swear to god if I see an erection, he’ll be leaving this place in a fucking body bag.
Stepping in front of him, I block his view, earning me an irritated look.
When his eyes meet mine, that irritation quickly turns to fear.
It’s a beautiful sight. One I never get tired of seeing.
His table is tucked away in the corner, and my body is broad enough to hide what I’m about to do.
Before he can even register what’s happening, I’ve clamped a hand over his mouth and jammed the fork in his hand, burying the tines to the hilt.
His eyes bug out, but his muffled scream gets buried beneath the whirr of the blender because some wonderful soul decided to order a smoothie at the perfect time. I pull the fork out and lean in close.
“Not a fucking sound or the next place I stab will be your face. Understood?”
Tears leak out, and his face is bright red.
I let go with a disgusted snarl and set the bloody fork down, daring him to pick it up and try to use it on me.
I glance over my shoulder at Maddie, who’s happily eating her ice cream cone, and mine as well from the looks of it, before turning back to the man.
He’s pressing napkins to his hand like he’s in danger of bleeding out, and I can’t help but let out a small laugh, because god this guy’s a pussy.
“That woman over there,” I say, nodding towards Maddie. “You’re looking at her like she’s yours, but she’s not yours, is she?”
He shakes his head very quickly, giving me the answer I want.
“She’s mine. And you’re not allowed to eye-fuck what’s mine. Understood?”
He nods again and mumbles, “Yes, I’m sorry.”
He looks like he’s about to start crying again, so I smack him on the shoulder. “Cheer up. I’m sure you can spin this into a really exciting story that will help get you laid. There’s probably a lot of girls who are into fork scars.”
I’m still laughing when I sit back down next to Maddie and take my half-eaten cone. “You’ve been busy.”
She laughs and takes another lick. “I had to. It was starting to melt. Who was that guy you were talking to?”
“No one important.”
She watches him get up and practically run out of the shop, a wad of napkins held tightly to his hand.
“Is he bleeding?”
I shrug as if I haven’t the faintest idea what’s going on. “Must’ve cut himself, I guess.”
She arches a brow at me, but if she thinks I’m going to crack under pressure and confess my sins to her, then she’s got another thing coming. I meet her gaze, holding it until she finally gives up.
“You’ve got one hell of an unreadable face. Remind me to never play strip poker with you.”
“You’d be naked in minutes, kiska.”
She nods her head in agreement and finishes off her cone.
“Come on, baby.” I finish my last bite and reach for her hand. “We need to pick up some groceries for tonight.”
We spend the rest of the day getting everything ready for tonight.
She starts pacing and looking nervous when we’ve only got a few minutes left before everyone starts arriving.
I catch her on one of her turns around the room and pull her into my arms. Lifting her up, I set her on the counter and bring my lips to hers, kissing her senseless while I fist her hair and pull her head back so I can kiss her even deeper.
Within seconds, her whole body relaxes, and soon she’s wrapping her arms and legs around me, making sexy little whimpering noises and driving me completely insane.
When the doorbell rings, I let out a groan and give her tongue one last suck. “We’re finishing this as soon as they leave, kiska.”
“We better,” she says in a breathy rush.