Page 19 of Tied to Hope
When Hope started to fuss, Sir chided, “It’s far too much. You’ve overwhelmed our little girl.”
“Nyet.” Rytsar looked at Brie knowingly. “She’s simply hungry.”
Brie smiled to herself because he was right. “It’s true. Hope normally nurses at this time and then goes down for her afternoon nap.”
Rytsar handed the baby over to Brie, then showed her how to work the remote for the lights and the music, reminding Brie to partake of the plentiful snacks. He then turned to Sir and clasped him on the shoulder.
“Let us leave mother and child to bond inmoye solntse’s new room while we lay out on the beach. There are things you and I must discuss.”
Brie looked at Sir, who nodded his approval. “Come join us when you’re done. I’ll have a bikini laid out for you to wear.”
After the men left, Brie sat down in the rocking chair with Hope. It was actually a relief to finally nurse because her breasts were starting to ache. It amazed Brie that her body knew Hope’s schedule so well and provided her with exactly what her baby needed.
After she settled into the chair, she let out a soft moan. The rocking chair was the most comfortable one she’d ever sat in. It felt as if it had been made especially for her—which it probably had.
Brie slowly rocked Hope as she fed her, looking down at her little girl. “You have a crazy uncle.”
Reaching over without disturbing Hope, Brie pulled the little drawer open. Picking up one of the chocolates, she unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth while continuing to nurse.
Rytsar certainly knows how to spoil a girl, she thought, chuckling to herself.
After Hope had finished and Brie tucked her away safely in the fancy crib, she hit the remote and watched with wonder as the lights dimmed and the twinkling stars appeared.
Brie shut the door quietly and turned to see Titov standing there.
“I will watch over her,” he assured Brie.
She bowed her head slightly. “Thank you, Titov.”
“It is my pleasure, Mrs. Davis.”
“You can call me Brie, if you like. Youarefamily now.”
He shook his head. “It makes me uncomfortable. I’ve never liked the cheese.”
Brie’s eyes widened and she had to cover her mouth before she burst out laughing. Once again, Titov had surprised her with his unique sense of humor.
With a playful smirk, she told him, “I would hate to make you uncomfortable in any way, so you may continue to call me Mrs. Davis.”
“Very well.”
He walked over to the door and stood at attention. Although Brie felt it was entirely unnecessary, she sensed that it was important to Titov.
Heading off to Rytsar’s bedroom, Brie found the black and gold bikini Sir had picked out for her to wear. She undressed and put it on, then brushed out her hair in front of the mirror. Looking at her reflection, Brie was amazed by how quickly the pounds of baby weight had disappeared due to her breastfeeding Hope.
Grasping her round breasts proudly, she smiled in the mirror. Another benefit had been these impressive breasts. Not Lea-sized, but damn big nonetheless. Not only were these beauties excellent milk producers, but they looked smoking hot, especially in the sexy bikini Sir had chosen for her.
Walking out with confidence, Brie joined the two men. She found them both lying out on the beach, soaking in the rays of the sun.
“Hope is asleep with Titov on guard,” she announced.
“Good,” Rytsar said, lifting his head to eye her flattering swimsuit. She could feel his obvious approval and blushed when he winked at her.
Sir patted the towel between them. “Come join us, babygirl.”
Brie lay on it, smiling as she enjoyed the warmth of the California sun on her skin and listened to the soothing sound of the waves rolling in.
She turned her head slowly to the left to look at Rytsar, who was lying on his back, his eyes closed. Her gaze slowly traveled from his muscular chest down to his tight swimsuit, which effectively showed off his manly assets.
