Page 22 of Bound For You

I devour them within ten minutes, and place the note in my wallet, behind the picture of her. Fuck, they tasted amazing, and I bet they’d be even better warm. I quickly clean up after myself, and head into the bedroom. I stop and lean against the door frame, and take in the sight on my bed. My girl, dressed in one of my shirts, is lying on her back, her head tilted to the side, right arm up above her ahead, sleeping peacefully on my black sheets. She looks like an angel. I smile. Whenever we stay at her place, she wakes with nightmares. I always hold her through them. I don’t know what there about, she doesn’t tell me, but I do know her past was hard on her. I just hope she tells me aboutit someday, letting me carry that burden for her. My phone dings and I check it.

Unknown: Details sent. Thank you, Sergi. I look forward to finally meeting you.

Then another message follows minutes later.

Alexandr: Thank you, brother. I owe you one, and I’m sorry for everything. I love you, brother.

I sigh and head toward the bathroom, ignoring both texts. As pissed as I am at Al, he’s still family. I do my nightly routine and get undressed, completely naked. I place my phone on my charging pad, and climb in behind my girl, before I wrap her in my arms. She sighs, snuggling close into me, her back to my front, as I place my face in her neck, kissing it lightly. She moans slightly and I smile, gently running my finger down her torso and over her pussy lips. She’s not wearing any underwear. I grin, then quickly move my hand to grab a condom and sheath myself. She opens her legs a bit more, and I lift it with my right hand and nudge my cock toward her entrance. She wraps her hand behind my head as I thrust forward, taking her slow and gentle as my finger circles her clit.

She moans as her cunt tightens around me. I have my arm under her neck so my left hand can play with her pebbled nipple, and she comes hard on my cock. I come straight after, moaning her name, and pull her tightly to me. I don’t give a damn about the condom; I’m keeping my dick in her. I place gentle kisses on her neck.

She whispers, “I love you.”

I smile into her neck and say, “I love you too, baby.”

Her breathing evens out and I hold her tighter, my eyes going heavy, and I finally fall asleep, happy and relaxed.

About a week later, I’m picking Avery up from work. She had the late shift at the Brew Box, and I haven’t seen her in a couple of days. With Al in California trying to convince our girl to come home, even if it’s on a temporary basis, I have to pick up his work too, so I’ve been busy. Then I’ve also been dealing with Candy’s whiney ass. I’m tired and hungry, only wanting my girl, who’s now locking up. I grin, because even when I feel like shit, she brightens my day.

I get out of my car and lean against the passenger door, waiting for her to turn around. I didn’t tell her I was picking her up today, so she thinks I’m still working and was going to head to her apartment. Yeah, like I’d let that happen. I’m pissed she’s been staying there the last couple of days, something about letting me get some rest, but that’s my girl, full of heart. She turns around and jumps startles when she sees me looming, before she notices it’s me. A big grin appears on her face. She bounces over to me and jumps into my waiting arms, and I hold her tight as she places her head in the crook of my neck, taking a deep breath.

“I missed you,” she whispers. I smile.

Fuck, Al better hurry up and get back home, I need more time with my girl.

“I missed you too,dragotsennyy.”

She gently kisses me. I smile into the kiss and hold her tighter.

“What do you say we pick up some pizza and head home? I want some time with my girl.” She beams at me and nods, making my smile widen. I help her into my car and round to the driver’s side. As soon as I pull out onto the road, I take a hold of her hand, not wanting to let her go.

Forty minutes later, we’re cuddled up on the sofa with a large cheese pizza, watching some whale documentary. My girl loves her mammals, which means she and Phoebe will get along perfectly. Avery’s leaning against me, my arm wrapped around her shoulder, playing with her beautiful, long, black hair. The hints of blue shining even in the dim light from the TV. Her hand is laying against the inside of my thigh as she holds her pizza with her other. I smile and take a bite of my slice. I kick out my feet and rest them on the glass coffee table. This right here is my safe place. My home. I sigh in contentment.

My phone rings out of the blue, waking me up. I look at the clock. 2:30 AM. I quickly grab it so it doesn’t wake Avery. After we finished our dinner and watched a bit more TV, we showered together, where I fucked her hard and fast against the wall, then took her slow and gentle in bed, before passing out. I look at the screen.

Alexandr.

I furrow my brows, and answer, “Al, everything okay?” My voice is groggy, so I clear my throat.

“Yeah, I just uh, Serg, are you okay?”

I chuckle. “I was asleep, Al; its 2:30 in the morning, brother. How did it go?”

He sighs. I know he’s concerned because, usually, I’m at the club right about now, but my priorities are different. I’ve never felt better.

“It didn’t go very well; I might have said some shit about not realizing she knew about the stuff I was doing behind closed doors.” I can’t help it, I laugh my fucking ass off. What an idiot. Seriously, like fucking your sisterbehind closed doorswould make it okay.

Avery stirs next to me. “Hmm, babe, what time is it?”

Shit. I lean down and move her hair from her shoulder, and rasp, “It’s early,dragotsennyy, go back to sleep, okay?” I kissher neck, then forehead. She smiles sleepily and nods, while I comb my fingers through her hair one more time before getting out of bed. I quickly put on a pair of boxers and head into the living area, and sit on the sofa. I clear my throat again, feeling more awake. “Al, you still there?”

He sounds shocked when he asks, “Sergi, who the fuck was that?”

I sigh, I wasn’t ready for this, but I can’t lie to him. There’s only so many question dodging I can do, so I rasp, “Not one word to anyone, not Damian, not Phoebe, and certainly not Sofia. Those two women will get in my business, I won’t have that, not right now.”

He grunts. “As long as it doesn’t harm our family, Sergi, you know you can trust me.”

“Her name is Avery Taylor, she’s 23.”

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