Page 113 of Mountain Mens' Curvy Obsession

I look up and lose myself in Chance’s eyes as he caresses my face, then takes a hold of my head and deep throats me until I feel him stiffen.

I hear his growl of pleasure as he comes, and his hot seed spurts down my throat, and I swallow every delicious drop.

“Fuck, I can feel you coming,” Booker manages and brings a hand down, well aware that a well-timed slap on the ass will make me explode.

And I do, gushing like a fountain as both he and Nico give me everything they’ve got, their gargantuan cocks drilling me until they, too, find their much-needed release. I’m filled and overflowing with a kind of timeless love.

Epilogue I

Anya

“Alexander feels like such a fitting name,” Zoya says as she holds my newborn baby in her arms. “It really suits him.”

He’s bundled up in soft white cotton, sound asleep in his great-grandmother’s arms. She’s comfortable in the rocking chair Nico so lovingly carved precisely for moments like this. We’re out on the front porch. The late summer heat has made its way up our mountain ridge.

“He has our eyes,” I tell Zoya. “Don’t you think?”

“He does. And he is perfect, Anya. Congratulations. And I must say, you were brave to birth him at home.”

“I thought all the women in the Asimov family birthed at home,” I reply, slowly shifting in my rattan seat, a mountain of soft pillows keeping me comfortable.

“Your mother lied,” Zoya scoffs. “She had you at the hospital, but you were quick to come.”

“So was Alex. One minute, my water broke, the next, Nico, Chance, and Booker were scrambling to be the first to hold him.”

She looks down at him, then gives me a warm, generous smile. “You look beautiful, my darling. Motherhood suits you.”

“I think the mountain air suits me as well.”

“Oh, it makes a difference. I’m glad everything went so smoothly. The last time I saw you, you were so heavy, always tired. I almost pitied you until I remembered that all the Asimov women are made of steel.”

“I take after you,” I chuckle.

Nico comes out carrying a pitcher of freshly squeezed honey lemonade and ice-filled glasses on a tray for us. “Refreshments.”

“Thank you, Nico,” Zoya says, watching as he sets the tray down on a nearby coffee table and proceeds to pour us each a glass.

I take my glass and kiss him on the lips before the first sip. “Sit with us.”

“Where are the twins?”

I give Nico a wondering look. “I’m curious, too. They knew Zoya was coming today.”

Sergei and Andrei are outside by the rental cruiser, loyally guarding the premises for their boss. It’s nice and quiet up here, though, and the Bratva did keep their word, leaving me out of the loop since the whole Leo debacle.

“They’re on their way up right now,” Nico says. “I asked them to stop by the store and get a few things for dinner.” He looks at Zoya. “I assumed you would join us for dinner.”

“It would be my pleasure, provided you can spare seats for Andrei and Sergei, too.”

“Of course,” I reply. “How is Evgeny?”

Zoya smiles as she continues to rock my perfect little angel in her arms. I wonder if that tuft of dark hair on his cute little head will get darker or lighter as he grows up.

“Evgeny continues to surprise me and exceed my expectations every day,” she says. “Honestly, I didn’t think he would step up with such poise and determination. I figure I’d have the boys break him in a little, but as soon as Evgeny landed in New York, fresh-faced and charming as every Asimov before him, he proved to be just as fierce and resourceful.”

“Oh, really? I’m relieved to hear that,” I reply. “I know the Russians turn into sharks when they smell blood in the water.”

“At his first council meeting, he had Ivan and Lev tripping over each other to take Evgeny under his wing.” Zoya chuckles. “And Tatyana’s daughter, Svetlana, seems taken with the boy. I think it will work out in the end. Despite having been raised away from the Bratva, Evgeny was quick to adapt and fit in.”

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