“I would have continued gathering evidence and make sure that when the FBI did move in on the Bratva, you stayed safe and out of jail. Even if you kicked my ass or killed me for it.”
“Why?”
“Because you grew into a genuine friend. Someone I didn’t want to see be put behind bars.”
“Thanks,” Alexei says with a smile. “Friend.”
I return his gesture, feeling a heavy weight lift off my chest. To know I’m not parting with Alexei on bad terms has me feeling content.
“Can we expect any inquisitions from big brother?”
“No. Enzo took care of any evidence I had gathered.”
“That's good.”
Enzo pops his head through the curtain of the open door. “Hey, Gabriella’s home.”
Alexei stands with an enormous sigh, like he’s too old or sore to get up. “Guess that’s my cue to get out of here.”
Me, on the other hand, struggles to stand. Alexei notices and grips my elbow to help me. Once firmly on my feet, he pulls me in for a hug, and slaps my back twice.
“You won’t be a stranger, right?” Alexei asks. His voice is muffled by my shoulder, but I still catch the trace of worry.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
42
Gabriella
July
The feeling of something wet between my legs pulls me from my deep slumber. I sit up quickly, my heart pounding in my chest, afraid I’ll find blood or amniotic fluid. But it’s neither of those.It’s hard to see past my enormous belly, but I'm able to make out a dark head. “Dimitri?”
He raises his head. There's a wicked gleam in his ice-blue eyes and an even more dangerous grin on his lips. Lips that are wet with my juices. I watch his tongue dart out to clean them. He moans afterward at the taste and I shudder at the sight.
“Who else would dare be in between my wife’s thighs?” He challenges.
“My doctor was there last week,” I tease.
“Your doctor is also a woman.”
“Well, you didn’t specify gender, dear.”
He turns his head and nips at the inside of my thigh. “Nomanwill ever see this gorgeous pussy of yours.”
I lean back with a sigh, stretching my arms high above my head. “Good to know that women are an option, then.”
Dimitri nips at my other thigh, before his mouth returns to my apparently gorgeous pussy. Not sure how that’s possible, given I haven’t been to wax in nearly a month. He runs his tongue the length of me before closing in on my tender and very sensitive bundle of nerves. He teases my clit, rolling it between his tongue and nibbling just hard enough to make me jolt from the pain before he soothes it with gentle kisses.
My belly makes it near impossible to touch him, let alone see him from this angle. So I surrender to the heightened feel of him devouring me with each swipe of his tongue, each touch of his hand. It’s a wonderful way to wake up.
“I can’t believe my children are going to come out of here soon,” he muses in between kisses. “And once they’re born, I’m going to fill you with more.”
I huff out a laugh. “Absolutely not.”
“Why not? You look gorgeous pregnant.” He inserts one finger. “So full.” He inserts another. “So perfect.” He inserts a third, and the stretch is a sweet burn aching for release. “Nourishing our children.” He presses up, keeping his hand where it is, and places a kiss on top of my belly. “Keeping them safe and warm.” He kisses between my breasts and releases this gutteral sound that's like something between a groan and growl. “And these breasts. They're perfect.” He pulls my tank down and descends on one of my breasts. They’ve recently grown more tender as they’ve begun swelling with milk to prepare for delivery. He sucks firmly, hard enough to trigger my milk to come out. It's an odd sensation and is so strange but alsowonderful. When he looks at me, there’s a milky white residue covering his lips. “And my favorite.”
I run my hands through his hair and cup his face, drawing him close for a kiss. The taste of my breast milk lingers on his tongue. It has a sweet flavor, almost like almond milk but with a hint of saltiness. I can’t say it’s my favorite taste in the world, but it makes me feel powerful, knowing my body produced it to feed our children.