Page 33 of Surrogate for the Bratva
And I was completely fine with that. This was all too much.But this is what you signed up for.
And that was why I kept it all to myself. It was why I suffered in silence. This was my burden to bear and mine alone. Jacob’s treatments had started, and he was already noticing a difference. That’s what mattered.
It was all that mattered.
A knock on the door startled me. It was harder and quicker than Maxim’s usual light and much slower knock. With a heavy sigh I pushed off the bed and went to the door, opening it without regard to my appearance so of course it had to be Igor.
“April,” he began hesitantly. “I brought food.”
I glanced at the rolling tray beside him and stepped back. “What is the occasion?” Typically my food came in a black plate or bowl, and this looked like more than that.
“I missed you,” he replied with a shrug as if that were a perfectly reasonable explanation. “I had some business to take care of that kept me away.”
I almost asked what business, but I dug my nails into the palm of my hand to stop me. It wasn’t my business to know. “It’s fine. I’ve been here, safe and sound.”
“You haven’t left your room in four days.” It wasn’t an accusation or a question but the curiosity in his eyes was undeniable.
I looked away with a shrug. “I haven’t been sleeping well.”
Igor took my chin between his fingers and turned my head toward him, tilting slightly so we were face to face. That didn’t seem to be enough for him though, because he cupped my face in his hands and his brows dipped in concern. “Talk to me.”
I tried to put some distance between us to calm my racing heart. “I’m fine, Igor. It’s nothing that will hurt the baby. I promise.” I ate even when I didn’t want to and slept whenever I could because until this baby arrived my body wasn’t solely mine.
“I’m asking about you April. I know the baby is okay.”
I blinked. “You don’tknow.”
“I do. You gave your word. The bullets started flying and you protected my baby.” He pressed his forehead against mine for just a moment. “April.”
I could have talked to him, told him what was going on in my mind, but I didn’t want to talk. I was so damn sick of talking to myself, trying to talk myself out of remembering. “I don’t want to talk Igor.’
He pulled back, his jaw clenched while his face twisted in worry. “What do you want?” Once again, he looked like he stepped from a fashion magazine but as his gaze fixed on me, I knew exactly what I wanted. I didn’t want to talk. Didn’t want to analyze anything.
I just wanted to feel.
“You,” I whispered before hooking one arm around his neck and pulling him to meet my lips. The minute our lips touch my whole body sagged in relief. But it was relief blended with the itch of wanting and needing more. Igor’s tongue swept against mine, a slick slide that teased and tantalized me. My body sought out the heat of his and molded itself from his chest all the way down to our knees and still it sought closer. More.
A low moan escaped, and he swallowed it down holding my hips so there was no doubt how he was feeling. We kissed fiendishly, as if we couldn’t get enough of each other. We kissed as if a century had passed since our lips last touched.
Hands roamed. Clothes flew.
“April,” he growled and spun me away from him, bending me over the bed. “Fuck,” he growled as his fingers found my swollen lips and parted them.
“Yes,” I hissed out when his fingertips brushed against my clit and down to my opening. “Yes.”
“So fucking wet.” Those three words came out on a growl that hit me not just in my pussy, but it skittered up my spine and made my skull tingle.
“Igor,” I moaned and moved my hips to get closer to his touch. “Please.”
“Is this what you need?” his voice was low as he plunged two fingers deep. “You need to feel me buried inside this wet cunt?”
I nodded, not at all bothered by his words. If anything, they turned me on. “Yes. I need you.” I ignored the way my body reacted to the question and the answer. “Yes!” I pushed back, fucking his fingers in search of pleasure. In search of orgasm. In search of something other than bullets and gangsters.
Igor’s lips danced up my spine while two fingers fucked me and his thumb circled my clit in furious circles that teased out my orgasm seconds later. “Yes, that’s it, April. Come all over my fingers.”
“Oh fuck! Igor!” His filthy words were just the push I needed to trip over the edge and into the land of ecstasy. My body was on fire as it convulsed and pushed back against his fingers, soaking up every ounce of much-needed desire until my thighs shook and slid until I was face down on the bed. “Divine.”
His laughter was low and rich, and I swear I grew wet all over again. One hand kneaded my ass and the other landed on my cheek in a tingling slap. “Come here,” he growled and grabbed me by one ankle, yanking me to the edge of the bed and flipping me onto my back. “Yes, that’s how I like to see you.”
