Chapter 6 Valeri #2
Morning, Valeri! I hope you’re having a good day. I miss you already.
Maybe I shouldn’t say that. Is that too much? I don’t know. The truth is I really have no clue what I’m doing. All I know is I met a gorgeous man who’s also kind and funny and he made me orgasm three times and now I can’t think straight.
I laugh out loud at her rambling texts and keep scrolling.
Now I’m pretty sure I’m texting too much. For some reason I keep thinking that texting again will fix it, but that’s just making it worse, isn’t it? Now I’m the crazy girl who won’t just shut the hell up.
I check the times and see that she manages to wait five minutes before the next batch of texts came in.
Are you really not seeing anyone else? How is it possible that you’re single?
Okay, I’m going to go take a shower. At least I’ll have to put the phone down to do that. I’m really sorry about all the texts. God, this is embarrassing.
The last text came in twenty minutes ago, and I smile as I type out a response.
Morning, Evie. Don’t apologize for all the texts.
I loved waking up to them. By the way, I’m not single.
I have an adorable girlfriend who blushes every time I look at her, comes so sweetly every time I touch her pussy and call her my good girl, and sends me long rambling texts that always make me smile when I read them. ;)
Her response is immediate. That’s because my boyfriend is so damn good with his hands.
I laugh and type on my way to the bathroom. I only used my hand once, sweetheart. ;)
Easily picturing her blush as she reads that, I set the phone down and take a quick shower.
I briefly think about jerking off to relieve some of this damn pressure, but I’m not allowing her to come when I’m not around, so it only seems fair to deny myself as well.
Although, she did get to come three times yesterday, so I guess it’s not the same thing at all.
My cock is screaming at me for some relief, but I turn off the water and ignore it.
Maybe I’m a masochist after all because I’m starting to like the constant need, the feeling that I’m going to lose my goddamn mind if I don’t get inside her. It’s addicting. She’s addicting.
While I brush my teeth I send her another text, asking her for a photo.
Why?
Because I don’t have one of you, and I want one.
I swear I can hear her sigh through the phone.
The photo that comes in makes me laugh. She’s facing the camera, but she’s rolling her eyes, and her cheeks are a pretty shade of red because she’s embarrassed but doing it anyway.
I’m always amazed at the photos women will send me, but I’ve never been sent one like this, and I love it.
That’s perfect. Thank you. You’re so beautiful, Evie, even when you’re rolling your eyes at me.
I want one of you. It’s only fair.
I hurry up and take one, but instead of rolling my eyes, I stare right at the camera and smile.
My hair’s still wet, and all I’m wearing is a towel tied at the waist, so I make sure to only show a small sliver of chest. I don’t want her asking about all my tattoos and scars.
I’m still not sure how to break the news that I’m a Bratva boss, and I sure as hell don’t want to do it over a text.
Damn. I kind of feel like I should have to pay you money for that shot.
I laugh out loud and toss my towel aside before walking back into my room naked. I call her while I grab a pair of boxer briefs, and when she answers, her hello is a breathy whisper.
“Is it okay that I called?”
“Yeah, I just can’t talk loud. Thanks for the photo.”
“Thanks for mine. I just wanted to hear your voice before I have to leave.”
“Where are you going?”
I grab a pair of jeans and say, “I need to do some things with my brothers. Nothing crazy important or anything.” While I tuck my gun in the back of my jeans, I smile and ask, “So have you been a good girl and kept your hands off that perfect pussy?”
The sound of her taking in a quick breath makes me laugh. “I can feel you blushing, Evie.”
“I haven’t touched myself,” she admits, “but you make it difficult when you send me photos where it’s obvious you’re shirtless and wet.”
“Good. I’d hate to make it too easy on you.”
“You’re definitely not.”
Laughing, I say, “I’m about to make it a little harder. Slide a hand into your pants, Evie.”
“What?” her breathy question has my cock twitching in my pants.
“You heard me. I want your hand on your bare pussy, and I want it now, baby.”
I hear her breath hitch and then the barest of moans.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Good, now press a finger against your slit and slowly slide it in, but just one finger.”
“Fuck,” she whimpers as I snake a hand into my own pants to lightly stroke myself.
“Tell me what you feel like.”
Her breaths are coming faster, and her voice is strained when she says, “Hot and wet, so fucking wet, Valeri.” She lets out another moan that has me gripping my cock even harder. “And tight.”
“Jesus Christ,” I growl, wondering why the fuck I’m torturing myself like this. “Slide your finger out and bring it to your clit. Are you there?”
“Yes.”
“You get four rubs, baby, but only four, and don’t you dare fucking come.”
Her gasp is sexy as fuck.
“Ready?” I ask her.
“Yes.”
“One,” I count, stroking the length of myself as she rubs along her sensitive clit. “Two.” I hear her gasp and say, “Three.” Her breaths are fast enough for me to warn, “Fight it, Evie. You’re not allowed to come when I’m not there.”
“Mm-hmm,” she moans, and I wait until I hear her take a deep, steadying breath.
“Last one, baby. Four.”
“Fuck,” she groans, and there’s so much frustration in it that I can’t help but laugh, even though I’m feeling the pain too.
“Hand off your pussy,” I tell her, “and lick your finger clean like a good girl.”
I hear the wet sounds of her obedience and let out a pained groan of my own. “God, you’re perfect, such a good girl,” I praise her, smiling when she lets out another moan at my words.
“I’m going to be thinking about that all day.”
“That was the point,” I say with a laugh. “I’d hate for you to forget about me.”
“Impossible,” she says, making my smile grow even as I tuck my painfully hard cock back in my pants.
I hurry up and put a T-shirt on and grab my boots before walking into the kitchen. “I’ll miss seeing you in the morning, but I’m excited to have tomorrow night with you. Don’t forget to ask Jerry for the night off.”
“I won’t forget, and I’ll miss you too.”
“I need to get going, but text me later and be careful.”
“Okay. You be careful too.”
“Always, beautiful.”
After we hang up, I do something I never thought I’d do.
I go through and clean out my phone, deleting the women in my contacts and all the photos I’ve been sent, not feeling even slightly apprehensive about doing it.
My cock has finally calmed down, and none of the women in the photos even make it twitch.
All I can think about is how awful I’d feel if Evie ever saw any of it.
I can’t erase my past, but that doesn’t mean I want to throw it in her face.
Once it’s scrubbed, I grab my keys and leave.
It doesn’t take long to get to Vasily’s.
I nod at the guards when they open the gate for me, and when I knock on the door, I start laughing at the sound of Dmitri’s voice yelling my name.
As soon as Nina opens the door, he comes running at me, throwing his little arms around my neck and squealing when I pick him up and spin him around.
“Uncle Valeri!” he yells in Russian.
I hold his squirming three-year-old body and kiss his cheek while Nina laughs at his excitement. Keeping a tight hold on him, I pull her into a side hug and kiss the top of her head, noticing the small baby bump that seems to get a little bigger every time I see her.
“How are you doing? Still feeling okay?”
“I’m good. The morning sickness has gone away, thank god.” She smiles up at me and laughs. “Vasily showed me the picture. Who is she? We’re all dying to know.”
I groan and look at Dmitri. “This family can’t keep a secret, Dima. You remember that when you start dating.”
He just laughs, and when I set him down, he runs off with Ruslan, the large Tibetan Mastiff that Vasily rescued when he was just a pup. I follow Nina into the kitchen and smile when she doesn’t even ask and just starts fixing me a plate of leftovers.
“Have you got it out of him yet?” Vasily asks, walking in and pulling his wife in for a kiss while laying a protective hand on her belly.
“My interrogation techniques aren’t as good as yours.”
Vasily turns her around and wraps an arm around her upper chest, holding her tightly against him. “Come on, little brother, out with it. Who’s the girl with glasses that you had breakfast with? Ilya and Nikolai said she was very sweet and definitely not some girl you just picked up at a club.”
“Sounds like you guys have it all figured out already,” I say, laughing at the look Nina gives me.
“Please tell us. We’ve been dying for you to meet someone. At least tell us something about her.”
Knowing they’re never going to stop until they get some info, I take the plate of food from the microwave and grab a fork. “Her name is Evie Finch, she’ll be twenty-one tomorrow, and I met her because she accidentally rear-ended me.”
Nina squeals and claps her hands. “That’s so romantic!”
I laugh. “Hitting my brand-new Aston Martin is romantic?”
“No, the fact that you didn’t even care that she hit it is what’s so romantic. Even telling the story, you’re smiling and not at all pissed about it.”
“Very true,” Vasily says, eyeing me like he can read my every thought. “This is very unlike him. So when do we get to meet her?”