Oh, it definitely will be distracting. Just being around her period is distracting.
She teases back with a saucy grin and fire in her eyes as she rolls up her top to sit beneath her tits and delicately peels away the old bandage.
When she left, when the heaviness got too much and pulled me under, I found myself wishing I’d never had her. Never tasted her sweetness or felt the warmth of her body beneath me. But the truth is, I’d endure any pain, any heartbreak to have those memories of her. To know her.
Placing my hands on her knees, I part her thighs making her breath hitch. Her eyes dart to mine, the blue depths like the center of a flame. Her chest rises and falls a little too quickly giving away that I’m not the only one distracted.
At least I’m not the only one in pain around here.
Standing between her thighs, I rip open one of the cleaning wipes with my teeth and gloat inside when her tongue whips out to moisten that fat bottom lip of hers.
Pulling the little piece of wet cloth free, I dab it around her wound making her jump a little. “Sorry,” I say, barely above awhisper, concentrating on the task. It looks healed, the small thin line raised and ready to form a scar.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore. It was just cold,” she murmurs, her face so close to mine it would take nothing to capture her lips and devour what I’ve been craving.
It is surprising how comfortably we have adapted to domestic life. Rodion and I take turns going to the club to oversee operations while the other stays here with Alyona and Roza, arranging the house to our liking. Alyona finally agreed to give Roza her own room after a raccoon got onto the property a few nights ago, and the house lit up like a Christmas tree in warning. She won’t feel completely safe until we find the assassin nun's uncle, but we’re working on that.
“That’s good.” My voice croaks, and I have to clear my throat. “I think keep it covered for showering but other than that you can leave it bare.” Placing a waterproof bandage over the wound so she can shower, I press gently against the edges to make sure it sticks, my fingers straying a little to stroke her bare skin.
Her breathing shallows, and I know if I look at her face right now, the lust there would mirror my own. She jolts when the door suddenly opens, pulling down her top like she’s been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. It makes me chuckle, and she slaps me again, a small smile curling the corners of her mouth. We’ve all been tiptoeing around this need between us like the house may come down around us if we slip, and we deserve gold fucking stars for our restraint.
Rodion pays us no attention as he begins stripping off his clothes, discarding them along the bathroom floor like a breadcrumb trail.
Alyona’s jaw has completely unhinged by the time he’s butt-ass naked.
My predatory gaze tracks him in the mirror as he turns on the shower and closes the glass door behind him. At the sight of him,the water soaking over every defined muscle, my mouth goes dry and I consider wetting it by running my tongue over the grooves of his abs. He is a sight I’ll never tire of.
It’s the first morning in the last two weeks that we’ve all been together. Apparently, people don’t like to work on Labor Day, so neither of us needs to get to the club.
“Isn’t there another bathroom he could have used?” Alyona asks, breathless, her gaze fixated on him. She shifts her hips, and I swear the oxygen gets trapped in my chest at the sweet scent of her arousal filling my senses. My dick is already straining against the counter desperate to be inside either of them.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” she pants when Rodion leans with one hand on the wall, water cascading down his back and ass as he fists his thick, hard cock.
“You’re fucking soaked, Alyona,” I growl dropping my eyes to the wet spot on her thin shorts. Tugging my shirt free from my slacks, I unbutton the first few buttons and place my hands on either side of her. I’m regretting getting dressed at all. But, I was the first one up and made Roza a bottle before putting her back to sleep.
Strange how easily fatherhood comes to a man. Despite not knowing anything about babies, I feel as if I know what I’m doing with Roza. It’s just natural.
“Who fucking wouldn’t be turned on?” Alyona bites her lip, lines tugging down her brow as if it pains her to watch him. “Oh, God.” She wriggles her hips to get some friction between her legs, her skin heating. She’s desperate and so am I.
“Want me to eat your wet pussy?” It’s not really a request but more of a warning of what I’m about to fucking do.
Her eyes flare wide. “We shouldn’t… should we?”
“It’s just pleasure, Alyona.” My voice is labored and telling lies.
Nothing with her isjustpleasure.
“I’m going to fucking taste you now,” I warn and her head begins bobbing up and down frantically in agreement.
Thank fuck.
Ripping her shorts down her legs, I toss them over my shoulder and lift her feet until they’re balancing on the edge of the counter, opening her perfect pink lips to my greedy eyes.
“I’ve missed your pussy, my love,” I growl, burying my face between her legs, inhaling more of her scent, my tongue ravenously swiping up her folds.
Heaven.
A heavy thumping against the glass makes me groan for an entirely different reason. Looking over her thigh at Rodion, he shakes his head. “Not her.” He jabs a finger against the glass, pointing in her direction.
