Page 11 of The Ties That Bind
“Oh, no! Put me down, put me down…” she giggled, worried she was too heavy for him.
He looked down at her and smirked. “No.”
Brie instantly stopped resisting as he carried her into the ocean. In a world of disappointments and fear, the magic of the ocean was its power to erase all the negativity she was experiencing—if only for a moment.
It brought balance to Brie’s soul.
She felt like a kid again hearing Sir laugh when they were hit by a big wave. They were both drenched by it, but Sir held her tight, not letting go until they were far enough out for Brie to float on each swell.
The four of them stayed in the water for a long time, the two men taking turns playing with Hope while Brie gently rolled with the surges. The beauty of the ocean was the temporary freedom from gravity that it gave her pregnant body.
They lay on the sand afterwards in thoughtful silence, listening to the peaceful sound of the waves.
When Hope let out a big yawn, Brie took it as her cue that it was time for a nap. Rytsar insisted on tucking Hope in for her nap, stating, “I do not know when I will be back again.”
Brie could feel his sadness as she watched Rytsar carry Hope upstairs. The pain of adyadyawas real.
When he didn’t come back after several minutes, curiosity got the best of Brie and she snuck up to see what he was doing. She heard his low voice coming from the room. He was singing the Russian lullaby that his mother used to sing to him—his deep, masculine voice resonating in Brie’s soul.
Hope stared up at Rytsar, transfixed.
Brie hated that Hope was facing the loss of herdyadyaagain. It was unfair, and it had everything to do with Lilly.
Brie hoped there would come a day when Rytsar would not have to sacrifice himself because of that evil woman—that someday, their lives would not be controlled by her.
Until then, Rytsar would stand as Hope’s protector, making sure no one ever hurt hismoye solntse.
After he shut the door to the nursery, Rytsar told Brie, “I hope she does not forget me.”
“I won’t let her, Rytsar,” Brie promised.
The burly Russian looked away for a moment to swipe a tear from his eye. When he turned back to her, he smiled. “Now, I get to enjoy a second goodbye with you. It is an unforeseen luxury.”
Her heart fluttered.
When they entered the bedroom, Sir was already showered and waiting for them. “What is your instrument of choice, old friend?”
Rytsar looked Brie over and cocked his head. “No need for a formal instrument. I am going to use the traditional tool of a Russian.” He leaned over and whispered in Sir’s ear.
Brie shivered anxiously, wondering what the sadist had in store for her.
“While I get the needed item, why don’t the two of you rinse off?” Sir suggested.
Rytsar placed his hand on the back of Brie’s neck and squeezed. It instantly sent chills through her body, making her feel like a helpless kitten.
Escorting her to the bathroom, Rytsar reached into the Roman shower to turn on the water. While it ran, Rytsar quickly stripped out of his swim trunks and then helped Brie out of her bathing suit.
Once she was free of the wet material, he commanded she join him. He scrubbed every part of her body with luxurious suds. Then he used her body as his personal sponge, rubbing his body against hers. It was a sensual exchange of suds.
Once he was satisfied, Rytsar turned both showerheads on full blast so they were drenched in hot water. It guaranteed that there would be no grain of sand left after he toweled her off, but it left her feeling like a drowned cat.
Rubbing her thoroughly, he was as methodical drying her off as he had been lathering her up. Her skin quickly got pink under his intense care. When it came time to dry her hair, he used the towel like he was drying off Little Sparrow after a bath, leaving Brie’s hair a tousled mess.
Rytsar smirked at her when he picked up her golden paddle brush.
Sir walked into the bathroom carrying an ice bucket.
Brie’s eyes widened when she realized what Rytsar had planned for her after their hot shower together.
