Chapter 13 #2
He smiles and pulls out a set of keys, opening the door for me and stepping aside so I can go in.
“Oh my god,” I breathe out, looking at the empty, beautiful house, things slowly clicking into place.
There are built-in bookshelves in the living room and a large fireplace and wide-plank wood floors that run the entire length of it.
A set of stairs is off to the left, but I ignore that for now and walk further in.
It opens up into a large kitchen with a line of windows that overlook a massive backyard.
“Holy shit,” I whisper at the sprawling view of the ocean just a few hundred feet away.
There’s a pebbled path from the back deck, leading down to the private beach, and I can’t take my eyes off the rolling waves hitting the shore.
My throat is tight and my eyes are threatening to spill over when I feel Valeri standing behind me.
His finger grazes along the nape of my neck. “Look at me, lapochka.”
I turn around right as he lowers himself down to one knee, and I clamp a hand over my mouth while the first tear falls. He grabs my left hand and gives me a sweet smile before kissing it. Keeping it cocooned in his, he brings his green eyes to mine.
“I was lost to you the second I saw you, Evie. I’d convinced myself that I would never find someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
I told myself that I could be happy just being around my brothers and their families, that being an uncle would be enough, but then you stepped out of that truck and changed everything.
I wanted it all when I saw you. You made me want everything. ”
He gives a soft laugh. “I always thought I’d want to live downtown, but I don’t want that anymore.
I want a place that’s just ours, that’s just filled with our memories, so I bought this one because I thought you would like it, and because as soon as I drove down the driveway for the first time, I imagined seeing you on the porch swing while our kids ride their bikes in the driveway. ”
He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a black, velvet box while I keep crying, unable to take my eyes off him.
When he opens it and I see the beautiful diamond inside, I let out a little squeak of a noise that makes him laugh.
It’s gorgeous, a large, round diamond in the middle that’s surrounded by smaller ones that fan out and circle around the platinum band.
“I love you, Evie Finch, and I will never love anyone but you. You are my life, my entire world, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want a family with you. I want to grow old with you, and I want to wake up every single morning with your body tucked up against mine so I can feel the beat of your heart against my skin. I can’t live without you, baby. Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” I manage to croak out right before he slides the ring on my finger and looks up at me, the smile on his face easily big enough to reveal his deep dimple. “I love you so much, Valeri, and I can’t believe you want to marry me.”
He stands and lifts me up, sitting me down on the kitchen island. “Believe it, lapochka. You’re all I want, and as long as I have you, I have everything.”
More tears fall because I’m so damn happy, and when he sees them, he cups my face and kisses me, brushing them away with his thumbs as his tongue slides along mine.
I hook my legs around him and run my hands through his hair.
The weight of the ring on my finger is a constant reminder that I’m his.
The kiss turns hungry, both of us desperate for more of the other.
His hands slide down my back before gripping my shirt and breaking the kiss just long enough to yank it over my head.
His fingers make quick work of my bra, and soon I’m naked from the waist up and he’s gently lowering me back as he kisses a line down my neck and chest.
I lose myself in the moment, threading my fingers in his hair and arching up when he wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks me in.
My thighs widen, my nails drag along his scalp, and my heels dig into his ass, trying to get him closer.
He unbuttons my jeans while he tongues my nipple, and by the time he’s peeled them off along with my panties, I’m shaking with need.
With a groan, he grips the backs of my thighs and spreads me wide, splaying me open before him.
“Fucking hell, my fiancée is gorgeous.” His green eyes run over my pussy, and he lets out another groan when he presses my knees to my chest, rocking my hips up and giving him a view of everything.
When he spreads me even wider, I feel my pussy lips part, and that’s all the invitation he needs.
Lowering his face, he runs his tongue up my slit in a long, slow lick that makes my damn toes curl.
When he hits my clit, I gasp and rock up to him, fisting his hair even tighter.
With a growl, he lets go and hops up onto the island with me. “What the hell?” I ask him, still a bit dazed from how good his tongue had felt.
He smiles and lays down, pulling me up on top of him. “Sit on my face, baby. I want you to fucking smother me with your pretty pussy.”
We haven’t done this yet, and when I hesitate out of shyness, he grips my hips and puts me where he wants me. I look down at his beautiful face between my legs. “I’m not sure what to do,” I admit.
He gives me a sweet smile and kisses my inner thigh. “You’re going to grind against my face, lapochka, and then you’re going to come all over my mouth. I want to be soaking wet by the time you’re done.”
His fingers dig into my hips, lowering me down until I’m so close I can feel the heat of his breath against my pussy.
“Do not go easy on me and don’t hold back.” He gives my clit a soft suck, letting me feel the soft graze of his teeth along my sensitive skin. “I’ll know if you do, baby, and I won’t be happy.”
He gives me one more soft bite before sliding his tongue into me and pulling me down harder against his face.
I rest my hands on top of his and slowly rock my hips, experimenting with movements and reveling in the sensations they bring.
His tongue feels like it’s everywhere at once, dipping into me, running over my lips, flicking my clit, and then rimming it in a way that has me rocking my hips even harder, grinding against him.
He groans his approval and digs his fingers in harder.
I look down at him, seeing the diamond on my finger when I reach down to fist his hair before I meet his green eyes.
They’re heavy-lidded, pupils blown and dark with hunger, and I see the command in them to ride him harder, so that’s exactly what I do.
I obey my fiancé’s silent command and work my hips, using him like he wants, and when I start to come, I scream his name into our beautiful kitchen and soak his beautiful face.
He keeps his fingers on my hips, holding me in place as he greedily laps up my release, and only when he’s satisfied does he loosen his grip.
I hear the sound of his zipper being undone, and when he sees my smile, he gives me a wink, lifting his hips up enough to free his cock.
His hands are on my hips in a second, lifting me up, sliding me down his body until I’m hovering over his impressive erection.
I pull his shirt up, wanting to feel his skin against mine before I reach down and wrap my hand around his shaft as best I can, positioning him where I want him.
He slowly slides me down his length. I may be on top, but he’s the one in control, and just when I think I can’t possibly take any more, he rocks his hips up and feeds me the last couple of inches.
“Every time I step foot in this kitchen, I’m going to remember how goddamn sexy you looked taking my cock,” he growls. He raises and lowers me again, this time faster. “How amazing your tits looked bouncing with each hard thrust.”
I moan as he rocks his hips, thrusting into me at the same time as he slams me down.
“And how tightly your pussy clenched around me, your body begging me to give you my cum again like the good fucking girl you are.”
My nails drag along his chest, and I’m so lost to how good he feels that I barely notice the way the hard countertop is digging into my knees. I’ll gladly take the bruises. I’ll even smile when I see them tomorrow, remembering how damn good this felt.
“Please,” I beg, feeling the tension start to build as he fucks me harder.
“Please what?” he growls, his abs tensing beneath my fingers with each hard thrust.
I can barely form words, but I manage to say, “Please, Valeri, I’m so close.”
When he splays one hand across my lower stomach and drags his thumb over my clit in an excruciatingly slow rub, I throw back my head and moan while my hands slide up my body to cup my tits.
I feel stretched too thin, so close to the edge and dying to jump off the damn thing.
I pinch my nipples, loving the deep groan he gives at the sight of it.
“You going to take my cum like a good girl?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Fuck yes.”
“Every fucking drop, baby,” he growls, circling my clit again.
“Yes,” I moan, and then it turns into a scream when he rubs me harder and slams into me at the same time.
My vision darkens with my release, thundering through me with enough force to leave me shaking.
I give into it, letting it consume me as Valeri pulses inside me, giving me exactly what I’d begged him for.
With one last shudder, I lean forward and press my lips to his. Kissing him through the aftershocks until we’re both completely spent. His arms wrap around me, pulling me tighter against him.
“Welcome home, baby,” he says with a soft laugh.
I smile and kiss him again. “Anywhere you are is my home.” I look around and add, “But I really do love this place. Thank you, Valeri.”
He gives my ass a soft smack. “Want to see the rest of it?”
“Yes.”
Smiling at my excitement, he slowly lifts me off him and then helps me down.
We get fixed up, and then he grabs my hand, threading his fingers through mine, and shows me the rest of the house.
It’s just as perfect as I knew it would be.
There’s plenty of room with four bedrooms, but it’s not so big that it doesn’t feel like a home, and every room has an amazing view of either the ocean or the pretty woods and wildflowers that cover the front and sides of the property.
One of the last rooms he shows me is near the back of the house, a room that’s filled with large windows looking out at the ocean and every wall is covered in bookshelves.
He pulls me in for a hug when he sees that it’s made me start crying again.
I never thought I would ever see a place this beautiful, let alone get to live in it.
When we step onto the back patio, Valeri says, “We’ll need to add in a security gate and post some guards, but the property is twenty acres, so we should have plenty of privacy.”
“Guards?” I ask, wondering if he’s joking.
He is not.
“Yeah, and I thought we could get a couple of dogs.”
When he sees I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea of having armed guards on the property, he cups my face and kisses my forehead.
“The apartment was safe because there was only one access point and there were always people around who could call the police or be witnesses if someone tried to come against me.”
He looks around at all the land we now have. “I will never have a moment of peace without guards. Anyone could sneak on the property, and the thought of someone hurting you,” he shakes his head and clenches his jaw, cutting off his own thought. “I won’t allow that to happen.”
“Okay,” I tell him, resting my hands on his chest. “We can have as many guards as you want, and I’d love to get a dog. I always wanted one but was too afraid at the idea of having to leave the poor thing with my dad all day.”
“We can get as many as you want. Volodya has three, and you’ll see Ruslan tonight. That’s Vasily’s Tibetan Mastiff.”
“Sounds big.”
He laughs. “He is. He’s attached himself to their son and follows him around like it’s his only mission in life now.”
I laugh at the image and wrap my arms around Valeri, resting the side of my face against his chest while I watch the waves crash against the shore, trying to wrap my head around the idea that this beautiful place is my home now, and the gorgeous man I’m holding is my fiancé.