Chapter 10 #4
“Me too, baby.” I kiss her head, smiling when she gives a big yawn. Neither one of us got much sleep last night, and I know her body must be exhausted.
“Can you set your alarm so I don’t sleep too late?”
“Why do you need to get up at a certain time?”
“I have work tonight.”
I laugh and stroke her head. “Sweetheart, you’re done working.”
“I can’t just leave Jerry like that. It’s not fair to him. He and his wife have been so kind to me. She often packs him extra snacks so he can share. They don’t know all the details, but they know things have been kind of rough for me.”
“We can go in together tonight and talk to him about you quitting, and I also want to get you added to all my bank accounts so you have access to everything.”
“So I’m like super loaded now?” she asks with a laugh.
“You are.” I run my fingers through her hair, marveling at how soft it is. “What do you want, Evie? Anything you want, you can have.”
She thinks for a second, still tracing her fingers along my skin. “I want to give Gale some money.”
“The bus driver?”
“Yeah, she’s always looked out for me. I always told myself that if I ever had money, I was going to give her some. I also want to help Jerry and his wife Betty. I told you they’re saving for an RV. Maybe we could give them something to help out with that.”
“So no big shopping sprees or spa days or a closet full of shoes? You just want to give it all away?”
She hears the amusement in my voice and kisses my chest. “No, I wouldn’t mind getting some new clothes, ones that are brand new so Lisa can kiss my ass if I ever see her again, but I don’t give a shit about designer labels and a closet full of shoes.
I wouldn’t say no to a bookshelf full of books,” she says with a smile.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I’m already planning the home library I want to have built for her as she lays her head back on my chest.
Her voice is a whisper against my skin when she says, “Tell me about your scars.”
“Which ones?” I ask with a laugh.
“All of them.”
I give her a brief rundown of the various knife wounds, most of them silvery lines of scar tissue from where I’ve been sliced, but a couple are from actually being stabbed. Her fingers run over the worst one, the bullet wound from last year.
“That’s from when I was shot. The bullet grazed Volodya’s arm and hit me in the chest. Hurt like a son of a bitch,” I say with a laugh.
She lifts her head, but she’s not laughing. She looks terrified. “Your life is always going to be in danger. People are always going to try to hurt you.”
“My father was murdered, and it destroyed my mom.”
Her eyes widen even more. “That doesn’t make me feel better.”
I grab her hand and hold it against the bullet wound.
“What I’m trying to say is that, yes, it’s a dangerous lifestyle, but you can either choose to live your life in fear, or you can embrace it and enjoy every damn second of it.
You think people with boring safe jobs are guaranteed to grow old?
That’s not how life works. I’m careful, baby, and I will always keep you safe.
” I bring my other hand up and run my fingers over her bruise.
“Although you’re trying your damnedest to prove me wrong. ”
She positions herself on top of me, blushing when I lift a brow at her and smile.
Scooting down a bit, she lowers her face and slowly kisses all of my scars.
She takes her time, licking and sucking and kissing my old injuries, erasing all the bad memories associated with them and driving me wild in the process.
Her nose drags along my skin as she nuzzles and nips and teases until I’m painfully hard and straining against my jeans.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan when she runs her tongue over my abs before shimmying out of her clothes and reaching for my zipper.
“You’re right, Valeri, there are no guarantees in life, and I’m not wasting a single second that I have with you.”
I lift up so she can pull my pants off, and when I’m naked, she quickly straddles me.
I drink in the sight of her—the hungry look in her brown eyes, the blush to her cheeks, her perky tits and pebbled nipples, the line of her hips, the curve of her round, perfect ass, and the sight of her wet pussy, still dripping cum from the last time I fucked her.
“Goddamn,” I groan, gripping her hips as she lifts up and grabs my cock, putting me right where she wants me.
Her sexy moans fill the room when she slowly slides down my length, taking me all the way in.
My shy girl throws back her head and rocks her hips, losing herself in the moment and it’s the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.
I watch her fuck me, rocking my hips to meet her rhythm, and when she starts to come, she runs her nails down my chest and screams my name.
Needing to taste her, I sit up and wrap my arms around her, bringing my mouth to hers.
She clings to me, her body shuddering with her release, and kisses me like her life depends on it.
I suck her tongue into my mouth and squeeze her ass, moving her against me and rocking into her even deeper.
Her tits scrape my chest while her nails dig into my back.
I know her clit is borderline painful right now because she just came, but I push her through it, not letting up until she’s feeling nothing but pleasure and close to another orgasm.
This time when I feel her wet pussy tighten around me, I let go with her.
How I even have anything left to give, I don’t fucking know, but my cock pulses inside her, giving her what her body is demanding from me, and when I’m empty and her body is shaking in my arms, I hold her tighter, breathing in the scent of her as my heart races and my entire world narrows down to nothing but her.
I collapse back on the bed, taking her with me, and that’s how we fall asleep—her body on top of mine, my cock still buried inside her, and the feel of her soft breaths on my neck, and it’s fucking perfect.