39. Chapter 39
I was dreaming and never wanted to wake up.
An intense pleasure coursed through my body.
There was the sensation of gentle kisses and sucking on my clit.
It was lazy and slow, not rushed. I was vaguely aware of pain, too.
No, more like a soreness, but the way it mingled with the pleasure was everything.
My eyes fluttered open, and I gasped. I wasn’t dreaming after all. Pasha’s face was between my legs, and he explored my pussy with his tongue and lips. My thighs tensed, and his eyes immediately stared into mine.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked.
All I got was a mumbled reply that sent my body humming as the vibration ran through me. No words, just him returning to what he was doing. I tried to scoot back, but he gripped my hips and I winced from the pain.
I relaxed back against the bed, surrendering to him. Every nasty thing we did last night came back to me, and the visuals coupled with his expert tongue had me right there. I fell apart under him in awe that nothing had ever felt as right as he did between my legs. I cried out his name.
A wave of emotions engulfed me in its intensity. I couldn’t contain the tears as they flowed down my cheeks. Before I could think, Pasha was there. His arms wrapped around me in a comforting embrace.
It was like nothing else in the world. The warmth of his touch seeped into my body, grounding me in the present moment. The soft, reassuring tone I loved so much whispered soothing words into the air.
Without trying, he calmed the storm raging inside me. A sense of peace unlike I’d ever felt before settled over me. It was as if his very presence had the power to chase away all the shadows lurking around the corner. He helped keep the doubt and fear at bay.
In that moment, enveloped in his arms, I knew that I’d do anything to be with him. I remembered a moment from the previous night where it seemed as if he may have felt the same. I wanted this man to be mine. I wanted him to be my anchor, like Marcel was for Tori, and the Kings were for Kinsley.
Was it so wrong to want him? The bigger question was, did he want that too, or was what happened last night just letting off steam?
“Did you wake me up with your face between my legs?”
A rich chuckle reached my ears, and he tried to push me back. I dug deep and somehow kept my face grounded to his chest so he didn’t see my embarrassment.
“Yes, I did. And hopefully you remember what I said about the next girl I commit to? Pretty sure you called her a lucky bitch.”
I gasped loudly as warmth rushed through my veins. He kissed my neck.
Smirking, I said, “That’s right. And I’m pretty sure I remember hearing something about her getting whatever she wants.”
He trailed more light kisses behind my ear, and I shuddered when he spoke again. “That’s right, I did. I also said I had one goal in this life.”
“To find a woman and…and…”
“Please the hell out of her any chance I get. I meant it too, and not just in the bedroom. Although I do know it’s one of my better arenas to perform in. Pretty sure you toasted to the concept. Thing is, your application has been moved to the front of the line.”
“Is that so?” I grinned, feeling free. “I don’t recall putting in any such application.”
How the hell he knew what I needed to hear was beyond me. But he did.
“Your dried blood on the sheets, not to mention the fact that you will be bed bound today, says otherwise.”
I rolled my eyes at his comments and smacked his arm. “Bed bound? Don’t be ridiculous.” I retorted, trying to sound indignant but failing miserably.
Laughter rang out as he relaxed his grip on me. I finally met his eyes. “It’s almost one,” he said casually.
I lifted my head, shooting him a look. Amusement danced in his eyes as he raised an eyebrow.
“But feel free to walk around as much as you like.”
The challenge was silly, and it hung in the air.
I couldn’t resist, so with a determined huff, I pushed to sit up.
The soft sheets slid down my body as I scooted over to the side of the bed with a groan.
Every muscle in my body hurt. I clutched the edge of the mattress and tried to take several deep breaths.
All of a sudden I was aware of how swollen I was between my legs. Like someone had taken the lips of my pussy and pumped them full of air. I stared down at it, horrified that mere minutes ago he was face first in it. I blinked and lifted my gaze.
“What the hell did you do to me?”
“Ruined you,” he said with a shrug. “Don’t forget you asked me to.”
“I meant take my virginity. Not to permanently ruin me,” I stuttered, clutching my pussy.
Once more, he chuckled. “The swelling will go down. Same with the soreness. It’ll subside. We’ll ice you and do it all over again.”
“Oh, will we now? I can’t believe you did this?”
“I tried to be gentle with you. You wouldn’t let me.”
“Liar. Is this what Bash meant when he said you don’t fuck like a pansy?”
“You could ask him yourself.”
“Ask my brother? Are you out of your mind?”
“Clearly I was joking. Don’t ask him that. Although we should probably have a discussion about the family. I’ll order down for lunch. You, my dear, need a good long soak. And that ice pack.”
I braced myself, determined to prove him wrong. I shifted my weight onto my feet. A sharp pang shot through my muscles, and I winced. Pasha’s hand landed on my back, offering me support.
“Told you, bed bound. I’ll feed you though and ensure you want for nothing.”
He kissed the top of my head affectionately. I sat there, trying to gather my bearings. He held out a glass of water and two Tylenol.
“See if I ever ask you to ruin me again. I may need several days to recover,” I grumbled before taking his offering.
“Whatever you need, I aim to please.”
I let out a frustrated sigh. With his help, I walked, but my legs were jelly underneath me. Who knew sex was such a workout? I vowed to never make fun of Kinsley or Tori again. Pasha guided me toward the bathroom, steadying me along the way.
Soon the space was filled with the sounds of running water as he started a bath for me. The warm steam rose into the air. He had to peel the sheet from my hands in order to remove it. He then helped me into the tub. As I lowered myself into the soothing water, a sense of gratitude washed over me.
He knelt beside the tub. “You okay if I go order lunch for us? I’ll request new sheets and change the bedding myself.”
I blushed profusely at the realization. My hand snaked out of the warm depths of the water and I grabbed his arm. I knew I had to ask. It was the only way to know for sure. Drawing a shaky breath, I mustered the courage to speak.
“What are we doing?” I whispered. It felt surreal and uncertain.
“We’re going to have lunch and then we’re going to talk about things.
” He pushed my hair back. “Communication is one of my love languages, Bella. Which I realize may be a hard one for you, but I don’t want you to ever be afraid to talk to me.
When couples stop talking or never figure out how to talk to one another, relationships die. ”
“But that’s just it…”
He narrowed his eyes. “Do you not want to be a couple?” He rocked back on his heels.
“Do you?” I asked, my heart pounding hard inside my chest.
A look of tenderness crossed his face. “Isabella, I came inside your pretty little pussy not once, but twice. I’ve never done that before. May mean nothing to you, but what if you’re pregnant with my son or daughter? I only want children with the woman I love.”
I felt the shock of his words deep. “Oh shit, I didn’t think about that. We could get a Plan B. Marcel got one for Tori once. They have those here, too.” I gulped, my hands going protectively around my stomach.
“We could. I’ll run out and get it now.”
I shook my head. “No, I’m sure we’re fine. I’m not as clockwork as Kins is, but next time you can pull out.”
He looked relieved, and that, in turn, calmed me down. Kinsley had so much unprotected sex that I was more than confident if she hadn’t accidentally gotten pregnant. Neither would I. It was only twice.
“Next time?” he taunted, dipping his hand into the warm water.
“Pretty sure you said you’d order me some lunch. I’m famished. Be a good boy and feed me,” I said with a wicked grin.
“I aim to please, princess. But know I will have some demands of my own for you.”
“We’ll see about that,” I teased before reaching out to touch his face. “Did you really mean what you said?”
“What that I want you to be the mother of my children?” I sputtered as he gave me the most serious expression I’d ever seen on him. “Yes, Bellaruso, I did.” His hands immediately moved from my breasts to my stomach. “When the time is right, I would love nothing more.”
That first day we spent together, Pasha took excellent care of me, both mind and body. He already owned my soul. In retrospect, the disclosure of Hannah and Chase had pointed us in a direction that I wasn’t sure if it played out differently, we would have gone down.
At least not this quickly. And as quick as it was, it didn’t seem rushed. Maybe because we were so familiar with one another already, it was just—easy. We both decided to wait to say anything to the family until we got home and enjoyed our time together.
I was supposed to be getting dressed. Pasha planned a picnic on the beach today, and I wished I had something more feminine to wear. I chuckled and picked up my phone, feeling like this was revelation enough that my girls needed to know.
A part of me wanted to slowly leak how things were going to them. Not only did it feel right, but in my heart I knew Tori already suspected I had feelings for Pasha, and Kinsley would be overjoyed. I dialed Tori, and she picked up immediately.
“Is Kinsley nearby?” I asked.
“She is actually. She’s determined to show me how to bake once again. I keep telling her it’s useless, but you know how tenacious she can be. And I don’t think she understands there are box cake mixes for a reason. I’ll put you on speaker,” Tori said.