Page 43 of Surrogate for the Bratva
Confront April.
I opened my door and padded down the hall on bare feet, knocking on the door with more force than was necessary because this close to her, my body sprang to life. My cock grew harder in anticipation of seeing her, my heart banged around in my chest and a telltale hum zipped up and down my spine. When she opened the door wearing an exasperated expression and short t-shirt that showed off miles of smooth tanned legs, my mouth went dry.
“Igor.” My name fell from her lips on a breathless whisper. “What’s going on?” Her gaze met mine head on, filled with confusion and worry.
“You haven’t been sleeping.” The words rushed from my lips clumsily as if we were in the middle of a conversation.
She stared at me for a long moment, brows dipped into a confused scowl and her lips pursed as my words sank in. “You heard my conversation with Kelsie.”
“It wasn’t on purpose, but yes I did.”
She sighed and turned away from me, leaving the door open for me to follow her inside, which I did and closed the door behind me. “I’m sleeping as much as I can Igor. I’m eating even when I don’t want to, so you don’t need to worry, I am putting the baby first as much as possible given, welleverything.”
I stopped abruptly in my progression toward her. “What?”
She sighed again and ran a hand through her thick blonde hair. “The baby is fine.”
Her words clicked and finally my feet were on the move again. “Youare not sleeping,” I repeated the words slowly.
She tried in vain to shrug away from me, but I tightened my grip. “The baby will be fine.”
“You stupid, frustrating woman. I am not asking about the baby right now, I am asking about you.”
She yanked again. “You haven’taskedme anything, just stormed in here making declarative statements.”
“As hot and tempting as your smart mouth is April, it isn’t going to get you out of this conversation. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“There was nothing to say,” she answered on a shrug. “It’s my problem and I’m dealing with it. I sleep whenever I can throughout the day to make up for the sleep I don’t get at night.”
“Which is likely fucking up your sleep schedule!” The woman either had a death wish, or she was determined to play the martyr.
“What difference does it make, Igor? I’m here all day with nothing to do so I might as well sleep when I can.”
“You said you sleep well when I sleep with you.”
She nodded. “I did and I do. It’s probably the orgasms,” she smiled in an effort to downplay the significance of her words. “They always tire me out.”
“Again, why didn’t you say anything? I would happily share a bed with you every fucking night.” My cock strained against the silk at the idea of having April and her body at my disposal for hours on end every fucking night.
“You’re doing enough already, Igor.” She put a hand to my chest, softening her voice as if she really meant those words. “If you wanted to stay, you would have stayed.”
I released her arms and cupped her face in my hands, gently stroked the line of our jaw as I momentarily lost myself in her green gaze. “You hate being here and you’ve made no secret of it even if you find me irresistible, so I thought it was best to give you the space you seemed to need.”
All the fire that had gathered up in her seemed to extinguish at my words. “You’re right and I do appreciate you giving me space, but after the shooting I just can’t seem to shake it, and I didn’t want to ask even more of you.”
“Ask?” I frowned and shook my head. “I’m the one who’s asked you to carry my baby. To move away from your home.”
“For a good cause,” she added. “Two good causes.”
Her words twisted the guilt in my gut of the question I still hadn’t asked yet. “Still, it is a big fucking ask.”
She flashed a beautiful smile and pushed in closer until her chest pressed against mine. “Maybe so but the question is, Igor, are you here to help me sleep or give me shit?”
My cock twitched in my pants and her eyes went wide as she pressed her hips against my erection. “What do you think?”
April didn’t use words, she pushed on her toes, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me like I was the air she neededto breathe. She licked into my mouth slowly at first, but it was pure fire as she tasted my tongue, licking it and then sucking it until I groaned.
My hands gripped her tighter and gave her complete control of this moment. Her palm laid flat on my chest and slid down slowly, exploring the hard tips of my nipples, the trail of hair that split my abdomen, reveling in the hard ridges until she hit my waistband. Instead of ripping them down my legs, her hand dipped inside my waistband and fisted my cock, pumping hard while her tongue flicked against mine.
