Page 51 of Nikolai

"Now, Leah. I want you to come in my mouth. Give it to me."

Like last time, his command does me in. Releasing the grip on his hair, I brace my palms against the smooth surface of the piano, arch my back, I cry out his name as my release washes through me. "Nikolai!"

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"I wantyou to call the girls today and have them come over to help you plan. There's a lot of shit to do before the weekend," Nikolai says.

I turn away from the stove where I'm making pancakes and look at him. He's sitting at the kitchen island, shirtless, hair still damp from his shower, drinking a cup of coffee. I take in his broad shoulders and his ink-covered arms. The man is a work of art. I don't think I'll ever get tired of looking at him. If a man could be described as beautiful, Nikolai would be the definition.

"Leah," Nikolai calls my name, snapping me out of my Nikolai induced haze. I tear my eyes away from his chest. He smirks knowingly. It's then I remember his question. "What's going on this weekend?"

Without missing a beat, he replies, "our wedding."

The spatula in my hand clatters to the floor, and I stare at Nikolai, trying to figure out if I heard him correctly. "I'm sorry, I could have sworn you said we are getting married this weekend."

Finally, he looks up. "You heard right."

"Nikolai!"

"What?"

"That's four days away."

"Yeah, Malyshka, I know."

"You want to get married in four days?" I suddenly sound panicked, and at that, Nikolai abandons his phone and steps around the island, taking me in his arms.

"Leah, I told you last night I was done waiting. If I had my way, we'd go down to the courthouse today, but because you deserve a real wedding, I'm willing to give you until Saturday."

"I can't plan a wedding by Saturday, Nikolai." My voice comes in a high pitch, and I'm starting to think my future husband has gone mad.

Nikolai hauls me against his chest. "Do you want to be my wife?"

"Yes. More than anything."

"I meant what I said last night. I'm done waiting, Leah. I know it feels like we are moving at warp speed, but not for me. I've been waiting over a year for you, Malyshka."

I search his eyes, and what I see is nothing but love. He's right. Our relationship went from zero to sixty in a matter of weeks, but that's just on the surface. If I dig deeper, I see what he sees. We have been working up toward this moment for a year. I'm the one who is playing catch up.

"You're not the only one who has been waiting. I've been waiting for you my whole life Nikolai Volkov."

"Are you saying you're going to take this ride with me?"

I smile. "Yes."

"Four days?"

I bite my bottom lip. "Four days."

Nikolai kisses the tip of my nose. "Now, how about that breakfast."

After breakfast, I called Alba, telling her the news of mine and Nikolai's engagement. After she was done screaming in my ear, I informed her I was getting married this weekend and required some help. She could tell I was freaking out. Once she got me to calm down, she said she'd be over in an hour with reinforcements. Alba had come through.

Forty-five minutes later, she showed up at the door with The Kings' women brigade, Bella, Mila, Grace, Emerson, and Sofia. Demetri's girlfriend, Glory, is the first to speak when I open the door to greet them. "Damn, those Volkov men don't fuck around, do they? Like father, like son." She strolls in, wearing a pair of strappy heels, a black hip-hugging pencil skirt, and a green silk blouse. Glory might be a schoolteacher, but she doesn't dress the part. She's even rocking a leopard print shoulder sling she has to wear due to her dislocated shoulder. Glory stops next to me and studies my face then looks to the group of women she came with. "Look at her. She even has the Volkov glow." Glory turns back to me and smiles. "I had to sneak out of the house. No way was I missing this. Took your asses long enough."

"Like you're one to talk, Glory." Grace rolls her eyes, calling her best friend out.

"Whatever," Glory waves her hand.

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