Volodya’s giving orders to burn the place and the motorcycles out front when I walk over to him. His shirt is splattered in blood. I shake my head at him.
“Why you insist on the knife, I’ll never know.”
He laughs and looks down at his shirt. “Guns are so impersonal.” Reaching over, he ruffles my hair like he loves to do, mainly because he knows it irritates me. “I believe you got four kills tonight.”
I smile and lift a brow at him. “How many did you get?”
He laughs at my hopeful tone and then crushes it by saying, “Five.”
“Motherfucker,” I groan while he slaps my back.
“One day, little brother.” He laughs again. “Just not tonight, obviously, because I kicked your ass.”
“You only got one more,” I remind him. “Are you sure you didn’t just shoot the same person twice, because that doesn’t count.”
He starts counting off by holding up fingers. “I slit one throat, shot the woman, you’re welcome by the way, and then shot those three bastards in the corner booth when Vasya took out the leader.” He wiggles his fingers. “Five,” he repeats with a smug grin on his face.
“Thanks for killing the woman,” I tell him, laughing when he keeps wiggling his fingers in my face like we’re fucking kids and he’s trying to annoy me to death. I shove his hand away, making him laugh. “Come on. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“Gladly. I’m ready to go home.”
“Yeah, I bet you are,” I say as we walk over to Vasily. “Ready?”
“Yeah, the waitresses just left, and I’m pretty sure I saw one of them getting on the back of Nikolai’s bike, big surprise to no one, and Ilya and the others are about to get the fire started.”
We walk out into the cool night, the jukebox still serenading us with the best rock the ‘70s had to offer, and make our way back to Volodya’s car. I text Evie on the drive back.Be there soon. You better still be naked and in that pool when I get there.
Her response is quick, and I know she’s been waiting to hear from me.Floating naked as I type this.
I smile at the image and put my phone away. He pulls into my parking spot to drop me off since my car will be at Mac’s for several more days.
“Have fun,” Volodya says with a laugh.
“Don’t forget about supper at our place,” Vasily reminds me.
I promise I won’t and then get out of the car. They drive off as I race inside, eager to get on the elevator and up to our apartment. I already think of it as ours, but it also bothers me that the place isn’t just filled with memories of us. I’ve brought other women here, and I hate that. I don’t want memories of anyone but us.
As soon as the doors open and I step into the apartment, I’m pulling my shirt off and laying my gun on the counter as I walk by. When I step through the French doors, my pants are already unzipped and I’ve kicked my boots off. I stop at the edge of the pool, watching Evie lazily floating on her back, wearing nothing but a cheeky smile. Her hands and feet move through the water, keeping her body afloat as she lifts her fingers in a cutesy wave.
My eyes run over her naked, wet body, and in seconds my jeans are off and I’m jumping into the heated water. She squeals and dips below, trying to swim away from me. I laugh and dive under, quickly closing the distance and wrapping my arms around her before we surface. Laughing, she grasps the back of my neck and brings her mouth to mine, kissing me hard. I can tell how much she’s been worrying by the way she’s clinging to me so tightly and by the way her mouth is ravenous on mine.
I run my fingers down her spine, feeling each vertebrae as I go until I’m sliding my finger between her cheeks to rub the one hole that I’m pretty confident she thought she’d go through life without it ever being penetrated. I groan when she bites my bottom lip and slides her pussy along my hard shaft as I rim her asshole with the pad of my finger. Fisting her wet hair, I pull her back, exposing her neck to me so I can kiss my way down. Her pulse races against my lips when I slowly nudge my finger into her. Her body fights me at first, but when I give her neck a soft nip and run my tongue over her, she relaxes and lets me in. My teeth graze over her, nipping a line along the crook of her neck before I latch on, sucking hard as I bury my finger inside her, groaning at the feel of her tight ass clamping down on me.
She moans my name and works herself harder, shamelessly using my cock to get herself off, and I fucking love it. I finger her ass and bite down on her delicate skin, wanting to devour every damn inch of her. When she starts to come, her whole body tenses before she screams my name and lets go. I hold her tighter, wanting to feel every tremor that runs through her. I nip at the pulse beating erratically against her skin and slow my finger down when her hips begin to still.
“I love how much you love having my finger in your ass,lapochka,” I whisper against her neck.
She laughs and runs her fingers through my hair, moaning when I lift her up enough so her tits are out of the water. With a groan, I wrap my lips around the closest one and pull her into my mouth. I run my tongue over her hard nipple before giving it a soft bite that makes her throw her head back and moan my name again.
“I was worried about you,” she whispers, dancing her wet fingers along my face while I tongue her nipple. “I was scared something would happen and I’d lose you.”
I give her one more hard suck before pulling my head back. “I will always come back to you, baby, and you will never lose me.”
Bringing her face to mine, she kisses me slowly, running her tongue along mine and letting out the sweetest moans I’ve ever heard. Every time I think about being the only man to ever taste her or feel her, it drives me fucking wild. No one will ever know her like I do.
I slide my finger out of her ass and slowly walk her to the stairs. She’s left the outside lights off, but built-in lighting around the pool is giving off enough light for me to easily see her without obscuring the view of the sky above us. I carry her to a large, round lounger and lay her down.
“Watch the stars, baby,” I whisper against her lips. “Watch them while I fuck you.”
