35. Sophie
Sophie
“I love you. That’s why I make you miserable.”– Real Women Have Curves
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Clovers body jerks awake with a sharp inhale when he hears the sounds. His curly blond hair mused with sleep as he tries to lift his head up, his eyes still half shut for a beat longer before he realizes why he can’t lift his head and body up.
“Sophie,” he rasps out, yet the sound still threatening and very much hot.
“Yes, Clover?” I bat my lashes innocently as I run one finger over his naked torso, scratching him lightly, teasingly, and watch in fascination as the whole eight-pack of abs flexes.
“Little menace, what are you doing?” He tugs on both his arms, but the handcuffs I put on them, won’t let him do much.
“Oh, you know, just doling out your punishment for breaking the rules last night.” I replace my finger with my tongue, leaning over him on all fours, with my ass in the air, wearing those crotchless panties he got me and nothing else, as I drag the tip of it across his skin over his nipple.
And I don’t miss the way his eyes roll back. As he sucks in a sharp, ragged breath. His body as tight as a wire and that beautiful cock, peeking from underneath his black boxers, the tip wet and leaking pre-cum for me.
“Sophie,” he growls, thrusting his cock in the air, silently begging for more.
“Yes, husband?” I flatten my tongue against his nipple again before swirling it around and climbing higher, to his neck. The veins in his arms might pop with how hard he’s straining them.
Throwing one leg over his body, I just barely graze his erection with my pussy, keeping it mostly out of reach, and Clover nearly loses it, cursing. “Fucking hell.”
“Shh.” He swallows hard when he sees my body move up higher, crawling over his abs and higher still, my pussy leaving a trail behind on his skin.
I climb over his handcuffed arms, resting my knees on either side of his head. Clover licks his lips, dragging his teeth across them almost as if he can already taste me, and a shudder runs over my own body at his lust. At the way his hungry eyes eat me up.
But I remain hoovering over his mouth and not just hoovering, rotating my hips right over his face, slowly, sensually and I’ve never heard a more pained groan in my life.
“Are you going to stop torturing me and fucking sit on my face?”
“Maybe.” I shrug. “Maybe not.” I sink my teeth into one corner of my bottom lip and Clover throws his head back on the pillow, shutting his eyes hard.
And then as fast as a lightning, he does this move with his legs that I didn’t cuff—noted for future—wrapping them around my waist and pushes my body down onto his waiting mouth .
“Agh.” I gasp as he sticks his tongue deep inside me while molding his lips to my pussy and moans into me.
He freaking moans tasting me, and I lose all semblance of control over the situation as I grab his blond curls, threading my fingers through them and riding his face without an ounce of shame.
Clover keeps moaning and groaning as he thrusts his tongue into me, and I feel that glorious orgasm right—right—there when we hear a loud, thunderous knocking on our front door.
I halt, stopping my moves and Clover protests, teasing my clit with his tongue.
“Sophie, get your pussy back on my mouth right-this-fucking-second.”
“Someone’s knocking.”
“That someone can go to hell and come back after I’m done eating my wife and my mouth is full of her cum. Now get back here.”
My breath catches at his words, and I decide I full-heartedly agree with my husband, sliding my pussy over his mouth once again. But within a second, the knocking resumes, and I sigh, climbing off Clover.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
I throw his huge shirt over my naked body. “I can’t concentrate with that knocking. I’ll go see who it is and what they want and come back. Don’t go anywhere,” I add with a tease and laugh when he gives me one of his narrowed glares.
If it’s Grace, I’ll make it my personal mission to interrupt her wild sex with Luke for the next half a year, I swear.
The banging continues and I call out, “ Theè mou! I’m coming, no need to break my door again!”
I swing it open with irritation, then yelp and freeze.
“What the fuck does again mean,” my brother asks, that jaw of his clenched tight as he stands there in all of his six-foot glory of an athlete, not a chef like he is.
My. Brother.
My mouth drops open a few times as I stand there blinking then my eyes drop to my barely dressed form, back to my brother, and I suck in a sharp breath .
“Vassar?” I squeak, my eyes falling on his red-headed wife standing right behind him, watching me—or maybe her husband—with amusement as she waves to me. “Kira? What are you guys doing here?”
Vassar’s eyes darken and narrow. “Hi, little sister. I missed you too! Oh, our trip was fine, a little long and exhausting, but sure, keep us standing out here in the hallway.”
I roll my lips. “Hi, I missed you too. I just wasn’t expecting you guys.” I fidget on the spot, trying very hard to cover all of the exposed bits of me from my freaking brother. ‘Why didn’t you call or text to tell me you were coming? And how did you know where to find me?”
Vassar snorts. “Uh-huh, so you could hide and erase all the evidence. Yeah, I don’t think so. And we have our sources.”
“What evidence?” I squeak and his eyes narrow furthermore as he points at my guilty expression.
“That one. Whatever it is. So, can we come in or what?”
I’m just about to open my mouth to suggest we meet in some public place where there are a lot—too many—witness for him to kill me when Clover decides to shout.
“Sophie! Tell your friend or whoever it is to go take a hike while I’m having sex with my wife!
And get back in here or I swear your ass will be as red as my wrists are from these handcuffs. ”
A moment of deadly silence descends in between us all as I throw my head back, internally screaming and sending a quick prayer while my brother is too busy dealing with the shock that he was just served for breakfast.
“Did he just say handcuffs?” Kira’s blood-red lips slowly curl into a sinister smile as she points her perfectly manicured fingernail in the direction of my room.
“ Wife ?” Vassar whisper-shouts, his nostrils flaring as his eyes drop to my finger where my colorful wedding ring sits.
“What in the fuck of fucks is going on, Sophie? Who is that in your bedroom? I left you unattended for all of one month!” Vassar steps inside the apartment without waiting for my invitation any longer .
Okay, so this is so not how I imagined doing this.
And, in full transparency, I don’t think I planned on doing it at all.
Just quietly stay married for this year without my brother being none-the-wiser because even though I agreed to enter into this marriage under the preface of needing to show Vas I’m a responsible adult, that was never the real reason.
Clover brought something into my life with all his gruffness and grumpiness that I couldn’t resist his pull. Even then, even I knew nothing of his soft heart underneath it all.
I simply wanted more of the thrill he gave me.
Until it landed my heart in this predicament.
And I didn’t need Vassar to pick up its pieces at the end like he does every time.
This was my decision. My choice, and I was planning to weather the storm all on my own.
Well…that plan has failed.
“Sooo, here’s the thing—”
Vassar’s quickly darkening gaze, makes me stop and bite the inside of my cheek. “You know…I never knew I could hate a phrase more than I do this one.” He locks his teeth, gritting out, “Keep going.”
“So, here’s the thing—”
“Sophia Lovinski, is there a fucking man in our house right now?” Clover shouts.
“Lovinski? Who the fuck is Lovinski?” Vassar shouts even louder, and I take a deep breath.
I’ll be…you know…right back, I mouth, motioning toward my room and scurry out of there as fast as my feet can take me, shutting the door behind me as I pant against it. My husband’s murderous eyes watching me.
“Sophie! Who the fuck is there?”
“My brother,” I whisper-shout, mortification written all over my face as I rip off Clover’s T-shirt and the crotchless panties, and throw on my leggings and Clover’s sweatshirt that I stole weeks ago.
“Did you just say your brother?” His eyes grow so wide I didn’t know he could do it before. “Jesus—” He tries to get up from the bed, but ends up groaning in pain as the handcuffs dig into his wrists, stopping him.
I wince and run up to him, unlocking them, quickly.
“Yeah, my brother and his wife.”
“Jesus…what are they doing here? Did you know they were coming?”
“Obviously not.” I let out a shuddering breath.
“Wait a second.” Clover narrows his gaze on me. “Please tell me he already knew you were married?”
I worry my lip, shifting from foot to foot and that’s all the answer he needs before cursing as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
“I—I…there just wasn’t a right time to do it.”
“Sophie.” He snatches his sweatpants from the floor. “We’ve been married for over a month! I thought telling him was the whole point!”
“It was and then I got scared and…whatever. I can’t take that back now, can I?” I worry my lip, staring out the window at the little piece of ocean you can see from here.
“He’s going to disown me, I swear. This has got to be the last straw for him, and what am I supposed to do then? He’s all I’ve got, and I’ll be all alone, and—”
“Hey.” Clover is right there in front of me, tugging my poor lip free from my teeth with his thumb while caressing my cheekbone with his other hand. “Look at me, Sophie.”
I do and my breath hitches at what I find there.
Warmth, care and…and feelings. I find feelings.
“He’s not all you’ve got. Not anymore.” Clover kisses my lips softly. “Let’s go meet your brother.”
Clover takes my hand, lacing our fingers together, and we step out of the bedroom. But now all I want is to run back inside that room and demand to know what that means.
Sucks to be me today, because I’m not getting what I want.
Kira sits on the couch, looking menacing and beautiful as usual, while Vassar stops his pacing across the room when he hears the door open, and I can see his jaw clench even from the distance .
I think that’s my superpower, making the men in my life lose their shit because of me.
Clover leads me toward him with sure steps, his presence next to me like a rock I can hide behind. “Callum Lovinski,” he greets my brother, extending his free hand toward him without letting go of me.
Vas eyes it for a second and when he shakes it—albeit a bit too hard—I release a small breath.
“Vassar Levidis, and this is my wife, Kira.”
“I know.” Clover nods in acknowledgment that she returns with a saccharine sweet smile that hides pure danger behind it.
Honestly, I’m not sure who I’m scared of more. My brother or her.
“Well, at least one of us knew about the other.” My brother’s voice hard and low.
“Vas.”
“Feel free to continue that story you were about to tell me.” He crosses his arms.
I clear my throat. “Um, well, I’m married. To him.” I point at Clover. “That’s the story.”
“Riveting,” my brother deadpans. “How long? How did you two meet? Does he want you for your money?”
“What money, Vas?” I sigh.
“Oh, I don’t know?” He flings his hands up, his famous temper showing quickly.
“Maybe you’ve also won a lottery in secret and that’s what this is about.
Or”—he suddenly stops, his face grows ghostly pale as his eyes drop to my stomach—“are you pregnant? Did you get my little sister fucking pregnant?”
Clover winces. “Okay, please remind me to apologize to Griff and Julie when we see them the next time. This is not pleasant at all,” he tells me, and I send him a glare and turn to my brother.
“ Theè mou ! No, Jesus, I’m not pregnant, and no, I didn’t win the lottery.”
“How about I make us some coffee?” Clover asks.
“I second that,” Kira calls out.
“Clover, you’ll be late for work. You should go get ready. ”
“I’m not going to work today, little menace,” he informs me, pressing his lips to my temple as if that was obvious and I bite my lip, trying to hide my relief.
“And what is it that you do?” Vas asks him.
“Clover’s the sheriff here,” I say quickly and proudly.
“Sheriff, huh?” Vassar purse his lips. “Let me guess, you met while arresting her?”
Clover let's out a laugh that he tries to mask with a cough, but fools no one, least of all my brother who runs his tongue over his teeth and shakes his head.
“Thought so.”
“To be fair, I didn’t arrest her that time,” my dear husband adds, making the situation even worse as Vas’s brows hike up.
“ That time. So how many were there in total?”
“Just once.” Clover’s lips tip up, watching me with such warmth my cheeks heat, remembering that evening, my drunk fountain dancing, and I wonder if he’s been hiding something else from me about that night to make him remember it so fondly, by the looks of it.
“And what? You decided to get married to a complete stranger after you met once, twice?” Vas asks me.
“And so what if I did?”
Vassar sighs heavily, running a tired hand over his face. “Witch, where are you? I think I’m about to have a heart attack.”
“I’m right here, Vas, and I think you’re being a touch dramatic.”
“Me?” He whirls at her. “Me? I’m being dramatic, not your sister-in-law who keeps acting like a child without thinking!”
“I am not a child! When are you finally going to see that?” I yell.
“When you finally start acting like one,” he yells back. And then the Greek kicks in.