Page 14 of You Know I Love You

“Thanks.” I run my hand up his shirt. He’s once again in all black. “You’re not too bad yourself.” Vasily leans down and kisses me.

“Cherry?”

“My lip gloss. Sorry.”

“Don’t ever be sorry for giving me your mouth, babe.” He takes my hand. “Let's go, or we’ll never get out of here.” We head down to the garage. My eyes linger on a motorcycle, but it appears more sporty.

"What's this?" I ask Vasily. He stops walking, glancing from me back over to it.

"It's a high-performance motorcycle; some might call it a sport bike or crotch rocket." My teeth sink into my bottom lip. "You want to ride it?"

"Maybe." I wring my fingers together. It sounds fun, but I'm a touch scared.

"Up to you."

"Really? That easy?" I debate it for a second. I mean, it probably would be so much fun. I bet I’d get a huge boost of adrenaline from zipping around on that thing.

"Okay, let's do it." I give a small hop, then feel silly, but when Vasily smirks and shakes his head, that feeling fades quickly. I'm noticing that Vasily does seem into me and my small quirks, as my brother would call them.

He guides me over toward the bike, going to a set of steel lockers behind it. “I think Anton has a helmet in here he keeps for Mila.” He opens one and pulls out a black helmet. “Come here.” Vasily motions for me before sliding on a leather coat.

“She won’t mind?”

“No.” Vasily slips a leather coat onto me, then takes my glasses off, slipping them into the inside pocket of his. He does the same with the clip in my hair before putting the helmet on me. “Feel all right?”

“Yes.” I nod. He puts on his own before getting on the bike.

“Come on, Princess.” He holds his hand out to me. I take it. “Brace a foot here and throw your leg over.” I do as he instructed, then wrap my arms tightly around him. “You just keep a hold on me, and you’ll move with me.” I nod. The bike roars to life, making me smile.

I grip him tighter as he takes off through the gate to the garage that was already open for him. I laugh when he picks up speed, easily moving through some of the traffic. My body moves with his. It feels like nothing could stop us. As though the world is passing by in a blur. It’s exciting and new. I love every second of it. That’s not the only reason it’s incredible, though. Experiencing it with Vasily makes it all the much better.

Today has already been so much fun. We lazed around for a few hours watching movies. I cuddled all over him. I kept wondering if he’d make another move, but he didn’t.

The orgasm he’d given me in the kitchen was beyond anything I could have imagined, and I kept hoping for more. It started to feel like my body was on edge wanting another, but I’d been too shy to ask. There was no missing how hard he was, but still he made no move to do anything about it.

We drive around the city for a while before we pull up to a nightclub. A line extends down and around the building. Vasily helps me off the bike before taking the helmet off. He parked right in front; I can feel all the people's eyes on us.

He sets the helmet down on the seat next to his. “You like that, Princess?” he asks, pulling my glasses out and slipping them on for me.

“It was fun.” He pulls my hair clip out of his pocket next. I go to take it from him, but he stops me.

“I got it.” He pushes the side of my hair back, sliding the clip into place. Taking care of me once again. The same way he has since I met him.

“Thanks.”

“No thanks needed, babe.” Vasily leans down and presses a kiss to my mouth, his hand sliding into mine. “You ready?”

“Yeah, I think so.” I glance at the line, and everyone is still staring. Vasily doesn't notice or, more likely, doesn't care.

“You stick close to me. It’s going to be busy.” I nod, and he leads me to the door. He doesn’t have to say a word. The giant man at the entrance merely gives him a chin up as he pulls back the rope; another opens the door for us.

Music spills out from inside as Vasily guides me in. The club is pretty much what I expected. I mean, based on what I’ve seen on TV and social media. My eyes are everywhere as he snakes through the crowd. There is a stage of girls dancing in barely any clothes. I feel way overdressed— and kind of underdressed too.

Vasily lets go of my hand, pulling me into his side, wrapping his arm around me to tuck me in close as we keep moving through the crowd until we make it to the other side, where another man stands with a velvet rope.

He lifts it, letting us pass to go up a set of spiral stairs to another floor that has tables and chairs all sectioned off. This area overlooks everything and is not as crazy packed. People are more spread out.

“Our table.” Vasily leads us over to a corner area that is even more secluded.

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