Chapter Twenty-Five
April
When I woke up it was still dark outside, and my face was pressed up against a hot, hard wall of man. My nipples were so hard they ached almost as much as the ache pulsed between my legs.
Igor’s hand draped around my back possessively as if he was afraid that I would slip away while he slept.
I took advantage of our positions and watched him, took in every detail of his beautiful face and his gorgeous body.
Looking at him now you might guess he was a model or a CEO of an international corporation, not the head of the Russian mafia.
His thick brown hair stood up in all directions, and I smiled as I remembered exactly why and when my fingers had done their handiwork.
High cheekbones and a sharp jaw offset the plumpness of his full lips.
He was beauty and power wrapped up in one delicious package, and I was in major fucking trouble. I had no business staring at him like this, like a silly schoolgirl obsessing over her first crush or worse, like a woman in love.
Fuck that.
I slammed my eyes shut and took a deep breath, letting my hand crawl down his torso until I found him long and hard, hot all over.
Images of Igor with his head between my thighs, moaning as he ate my pussy flashed in my mind and my skin grew hot.
I stroked him harder the way he liked it before I lapped up the bead of white liquid on his cock head.
“Fuck,” he groaned and jerked his hips forward as he woke abruptly, hands sifting in my hair. “April, love, what is this?”
My eyes met his. “I woke up, and my body was still on fire from the way you tasted me and fucked me earlier.”
A low hum of pleasure started low in his belly and shot out of his smile. “Come here and ride my cock, April. Fuck me however you want.”
I couldn’t resist an offer like that, so I kissed my way up his body until I gripped his cock in one hand and laid my palm on his chest as I lowered myself down his length.
I went slowly, pulsing down until he was completely coated in my juices.
“Igor, oh fuck!” It felt so good that my entire body was being licked by flames and sweat trickled down my spine and between my cheeks. “Yes!” My head fell back.
“Look at me,” he demanded and flashed a sexy smile when I obeyed instinctively. “That’s better. Keep your eyes on me while you fuck me so I can see what you like.”
I nodded and moved slowly at first but as his cock burrowed deeper into my body, my hips moved faster. They took more of him, harder and faster. “Igor,” I growled as my legs trembled, and pleasure consumed me. “Fuck,” I bit out and clenched down on my jaw to keep my gaze on his.
“That’s right April, fuck me. Ride this cock. Faster.” He gripped my hips and moved me up and down his length. “Oh fuck!”
My thighs shook but I kept moving, desperate to keep this moment alive for as long as I could. He grew harder and thicker inside of me which only made me move faster. I wanted to draw it out, but I clamped down hard on his cock and Igor growled.
“April.” That was all he said before he flipped me onto my back and pounded into me, deeper and harder.
Seconds later my orgasm exploded out of me, hot and hard, as if my body was a warzone. “Igor!” I shook and trembled, squeezing Igor so tight that he collapsed on top of me before he remembered the baby.
“April,” he moaned and rolled over, pulling me with him while his body was still buried in mine.
“You are perfect,” he kissed the corner of my mouth.
“In every fucking way,” he moaned and kissed the other corner before his tongue slipped between my lips, and he devoured me until I collapsed against him with a sleepy whimper.
Hours later my alarm sounded and when I came to, I was still curled into Igor’s side with my face pressed against his hard chest. I groaned first and reached behind me for the phone, blinking to focus on the screen.
“What is it?”
“Doctor’s appointment,” I groaned and collapsed against the mattress. “I forgot.”
“I doubt that Maxim forgot. He’s got an excellent memory.” Igor smiled and tugged me up to press his lips to mine. “I’ll come with you.”
I opened my mouth to tell him that it wasn’t necessary, but I stopped myself. “That would be nice. If you have time.”
“Always.” He kissed me again and it quickly spiraled before my second alarm broke into the silence.
“I need to shower and get dressed.”
“I’ll shower with you.” With a smile he left my bed and made his way to my bathroom before I could tell him it would be faster if we showered separately. “It’s nice and hot, if you’re coming.”
If I’m coming. Like I’ll be doing anything else in the shower with him.
***
An hour later we sat side by side and listened to the doctor tell me that everything was fine. The baby was healthy and growing just as expected. “Everything looks good. How is the morning sickness?”
“Much better,” I answered with a smile.
“Excellent. Any questions?”
Igor sat up. “I fell on top of her during sex, is that going to be a problem?”
The doctor flashed a professional smile, and I was sure this wasn’t the first a father had posed this question. “If she wasn’t in pain when it happened, the baby is fine. I promise.”
It was the quickest of appointments, which I appreciated because it gave me less time to think about the last twelve hours of my life.
Something was different with Igor and me.
I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, only that a switch had flipped.
It was evident in the way his casual touch landed on my thigh, my lower back, even my shoulder.
It was in the small smiles he sent my way for no reason at all.
The way he winked at me as he handed me into the back of the car before he slid right up against me in the back seat.
I didn’t know what to do with it.
“Everything good,” Maxim asked from his spot behind the steering wheel.
“According to the doctor everything is perfect,” I assured him.
“Great news.”
“Would you have lunch with me today,” Igor whispered the question in my ear, making me shiver.
I turned to him with a soft smile, so close I could see every fleck in his blue eyes. “I would like that very much.”
His lips brushed mine and the moment was perfect, so of course something had to ruin it.
“Igor, it seems we have company,” Maxim said as he briefly turned away from the windshield. His voice was tense which immediately put me on edge because the man was as cool as a cucumber. He was the most even keeled man I knew.
Igor tensed and turned to look out the back window, which I instinctively did as well.
“Son of a bitch!” he produced a gun and before I could ask where the hell it came from, his hand landed on my thigh.
“It’s okay, April. I’ll keep you safe. Promise.
” His blue eyes met mine, begging me to believe him.
“I know,” I managed to push past my lips just as a bullet hit the back of the car. “Oh!”
Maxim pulled out his own gun, but Igor stopped him. “You focus on the road, Maxim. Keep us on the road and make sure we get home in one piece. I’ll worry about these motherfuckers.”
Was it strange that I found this commanding, badass side of him incredibly hot? Even in the midst of danger I managed to soak my panties.
Suddenly the car came closer, and Igor shouted at me to duck.
Before I knew what was happening bullets were flying, some hit the car, and one shattered the back window which sent me curling into a ball on the seat.
“Get down and stay there until I tell you to get up,” Igor shouted at me, sparing me a quick glance before he turned back to the quickly approaching black vehicle.
I dropped down on the spacious floor and covered my head with my hands but that didn’t stop the sound of gunshots. Suddenly I was right back in that restaurant, surrounded by chaos and shattered glass, the sound of bullets hitting the metal of the car.
One jarring turn and then another sent me rolling back and forth. Tires screeched and I wasn’t sure if it was us or the car gaining on us. I held my breath and waited for the feel of glass falling on top of me, warm blood splattering against my skin, Igor’s body slumping on top of me.
“Son of a bitch,” Igor shouted. “He’s down,” he shouted to Maxim. “Watch out,” he started just as the car slammed against us and sent me flying toward the door. “They’re done,” he said a moment later, his tone quieter and calmer.
I was curled up tight on the floor when I felt a familiar pair of hands grip my arms.
“It’s okay April. You’re okay.” His touch steadied me, but he waited for the tension to leave my body, which took several long minutes.
I couldn’t move, but eventually my muscles relaxed, and I let him pull me onto the seat beside him where he pulled me right up against his chest. “Igor,” I whimpered.
“You’re okay. You’re safe.” He repeated those words over and over in a soothing tone that eventually worked. He held me close all the way back to the compound and he didn’t let go as we slipped inside the house and up to my rooms.
Even for a long time after that he didn’t let me go.
And I held him back because he seemed to need it just as much as I did.