Chapter 14 #2
When I look back at the table, everyone is staring at us. The women all have the aww, that’s so cute look on their faces, while the guys are all wearing smug I told you so looks. I laugh and ignore all of them, kissing my fiancée again.
“So how do you like the house?” Vasily asks her.
“It’s so beautiful,” she says, resting her hand on mine.
“I was surprised when Valeri told me about it. He’s always insisted he would never move out of the city, but he’s doing all kinds of things lately that he swore he’d never do,” Vasily says with a laugh. “It’s a good property, though, and it’s equal distance from me and Volodya, so that’s nice.”
“We’ll have to have supper at our place next,” Maddie says. “You haven’t seen where we live yet. My mom has a house on our property with my stepdad.”
“Oh, that’s nice.” She hesitates for a second, and I know she wants to ask something.
I give her hip another squeeze. “What is it?”
She blushes when she looks over at Maddie. “I was just wondering what your stepdad thinks about all this,” she says, waving her hand around at all of us. “Like the Bratva stuff.”
We laugh, but she has no idea why.
Her brown eyes meet mine. “Should I not have asked that?”
“No, baby, it’s fine. We’re just laughing because Boris works for us. When Maddie and Volodya got together, her mom was going through cancer treatments. They moved her onto their property so they could look after her better, and she hit it off with Boris.”
“Is your mom okay?” Evie asks her.
Maddie smiles and nods her head. “She’s fantastic. Cancer free and never happier.”
“That’s great.” Evie smiles at her and then nervously fidgets with my fingers.
I know she’s naturally shy and that this is a lot for her.
I run my fingers over hers and then trail a line up her inner arm, smiling when she sucks in a quick breath.
I love that I can make her breath hitch with just one touch.
Nina brings out the desserts, and I tighten my grip on Evie’s hip when she goes to scoot back into her own chair.
When she meets my eyes, I give her a wink and keep her on my lap.
Eating my own slice of pie, I run my thumb under her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her hip.
I’m completely infatuated with her, and I’m not embarrassed to show it. My lap is exactly where she belongs.
When she finishes her pie, she sets down the plate with a sigh and leans back against me. “I’m so stuffed.”
I smile and kiss her cheek. “Not yet, baby, but you will be,” I whisper in her ear.
She laughs and then starts to get up. “I want to help clean all this up,” she tells me when she sees Nina start reaching for plates.
Svetlana hands Alina to Andrei, and Maddie also jumps up to help, giving Misha a kiss on the head before grabbing their plates.
They disappear into the house, leaving the men on the veranda.
“I heard everything went well last night,” Andrei says, switching to Russian and reaching for his drink.
He’s had to sit things out the last few weeks after a stab wound during a dispute in Vasily’s territory.
He got lucky and will be good to go in another few days, but he still hates missing out on anything.
“Yeah, I don’t think we’ll hear anything else from the mermaid bikers,” Vasily says. “There may be a few others around the city who weren’t there last night, but it was a small outfit, and I doubt they’re going to want to risk their lives by showing their faces again.”
Dmitri races around on his scooter several feet away while Misha falls asleep against his dad’s chest. It’s hard to believe that they’ll be running the Bratva when they’re older.
I remember playing with my brothers while our dad conducted business.
It had been normal to us, something that was always a part of our lives, just like it will be for our sons.
We talk about an upcoming shipment of drugs and how much we expect to make this month and how best to deal with a local thug who’s decided to start fights in two of our clubs last week.
Volodya runs his fingers through his son’s hair. “I can handle him easy enough.”
“Let’s give him a warning first,” Vasily says. “If he does it again, he’s all yours.”
Volodya smiles and kisses Misha’s head. When our women come back out, all talk of business stops.
We switch to English and the topic changes to funny stories about the kids and the boat Volodya and Maddie are thinking about buying.
By water it wouldn’t take long at all to get to my brothers’ houses, and it’s definitely on my to-do list. Plus, I really want to fuck Evie out on the water.
When Dmitri walks back over rubbing his eyes and yawning, we start on the goodbyes. Evie and I get a round of hugs and more congratulations on the engagement, and by the time we’re back in the car, we’re both more than ready for some time alone.
“When do you want to get married?” I ask her on the drive back.
“Soon. I’m ready now.”
I smile and give her thigh a squeeze. “Perfect.”
She laughs and rests her hand on mine. “We’re not really doing it tomorrow, are we?”
“No, baby, but soon. I want you to have a nice dress and a photographer, and my brothers would kill me if I eloped with you and left them out of it.”
After a few seconds, she says, “I’m not going to have anyone there.”
“You’ll have me, and my family is your family.”
Her hand tightens on mine, and when we get back to the apartment, we start making plans for the move.
After a few hectic weeks of movers, buying new things for the house because I insisted we start from scratch, not wanting anything from the previous life I had, we finally move in.
Mixed in with the relocation has been our wedding plans, and it’s been insane.
Evie and Maddie and Nina have been in top-secret mode about the dress, and I can’t wait to see it on her tomorrow.
“What are you thinking about?” Evie asks, coming up behind me on the deck and wrapping her arms around me.
“About how much I can’t wait to see you in your wedding dress tomorrow.”
“I hope you like it.”
I smile and pull her down so she’s sitting between my legs on the lounge chair. “If it’s on you, I’ll love it.”
When I reach a hand around to cup one of her breasts and pull her tighter against me, she laughs and says, “Don’t even think about it. It’s bad enough we’re breaking tradition by staying in the same house tonight. We can’t have sex.”
“Who said anything about sex?” I lean closer and nip her earlobe. She’s in her pajamas and not wearing a bra, so I take advantage of it, running my thumb over the hard nipple I see straining against the thin fabric of her shirt.
“The next time I fuck you, lapochka, it’ll be when you’re my wife.”
She smiles and grabs my thighs when I pinch her nipple between my fingers, tweaking it until she’s arching up and moaning my name.
“This hardly seems fair,” she says, her voice raspy with want and need.
I laugh and slide her shirt up, revealing the perky tits I will never be able to get enough of. I fill my hands with her, massaging her and letting her nipples scrape along my palms. She thinks I’m being mean, but this is going to be far worse for me than it will be for her.
When I slide one hand down her stomach, I stop at her lower belly and whisper, “How late are you now?”
“Over a week.”
I smile and stroke her skin, knowing without a doubt that she’s pregnant with our baby.
“It could just be stress about the wedding and move,” she reminds me, but I shake my head.
“I don’t think so. I think my baby is already growing inside you, lapochka, and I can’t tell you how fucking feral that makes me.”
She moans and rocks her hips up when I slide my hand under her panties and cup her pussy, resting one finger along her soaking wet slit. I keep it there, knowing it’s driving her crazy.
“Please,” she begs.
I pinch her nipple again and drag my finger along her slit, soaking my skin and making my cock so hard it’s almost painful.
“Please what?” I ask, circling my wet finger around her swollen bundle of nerves before pinching it. I hold her nipple and clit between my fingers while she gasps and her whole body freezes.
“Don’t you dare tease me and not let me come,” she warns.
I laugh again and nuzzle her ear. “Do you really think you’re in any position to issue demands, sweetheart?” I pinch her harder, reminding her who’s in control.
“Fuck,” she moans, digging her fingers into my thighs in an effort to try and keep herself still.
My teeth graze her earlobe. “Maybe I should make you wait,” I murmur against her ear. “Maybe I like the idea of you being left wet and wanting, an ache between your legs that you know you’re not allowed to do anything about.”
She gasps when I loosen my grip on her and rim her clit while I drag my palm along her nipple, mixing pleasure with the pain.
“Maybe I like the idea of my wife in her wedding dress with a pussy so wet her arousal is dripping down her goddamn thighs.”
“I’ll be like that anyway,” she says, making me smile.
“Good answer, baby.”
“It’s the truth. You drive me crazy, Valeri. You know I’m always wet for you.”
She’s not wrong. Every time I slide my hand down her pants, I find her wet. It’s fucking intoxicating. She has the same effect on me. I can't stay soft around her. It’s impossible.
“That’s because this little cunt was made for me.” I slide my finger over her slippery, swollen clit again, pulling another gasp from her. “Remember when I took you to the beach and you used my cock to make yourself come?”
She laughs, and I smile at the sound. There was a time not that long ago when that would’ve made her duck her head in embarrassment, but now she just laughs and rocks her hips up even more.
“I’d do it now, too, if you’d let me.”
She lets out a frustrated groan at my laugh. “Easy, baby, I’m going to give you what you need.” I nip the skin beneath her ear. “I will always take care of you, sweetheart.”