“Yeah, because he has no idea you fuck me the way you do and stick your finger up my ass while you do it.”
His deep laugh makes it impossible to not join in, but then I hiss out a breath when he grabs my hips and lifts me off him.
“Will I ever not be sore when you do that?”
He gives me a wink. “I sincerely hope not.”
I collapse on the bed, feeling like I need to go back to sleep after what we just did. Before I can shut my eyes, Niki scoops me up and says, “Come on, birthday girl. I’m going to get you washed up, and then I’m making you breakfast.”
Snuggling up against him, I don’t waste my energy arguing. I kiss his neck and breathe in his familiar scent. He loves to spoil me, and I’m really growing to love the attention he gives me.
“I really love my bracelet,” I tell him when he sets me down in the shower and then starts the water.
“I’m glad you do. I like buying you things, and I really love seeing you wear them.”
“I’m going to have to get really creative with your gifts. I don’t know the first thing about tech, so that’s kind of out of the question, and aside from your nose ring, you don’t strike me as a jewelry-wearing guy.”
The corner of his mouth lifts up when he asks, “You don’t think I’d look good with a pinkie ring?” He holds a hand up, wiggling his long fingers while I laugh and shake my head.
“I think you could pull off anything, but I’m not buying you a pinkie ring. You’re already in a Bratva. I’m not about to start bringing in the stereotypes.”
Grabbing a washcloth, he lathers it up and starts to slowly wash me. “So no squatting in tracksuits?”
“I prefer your low-slung sweats,” I say, unable to not smile when I say those words because it’s partnered with so many mouthwatering visuals that run through my mind.
He gives my ass a soft smack. “It’s hard enough behaving myself when you’re wet and naked, but it’ll be impossible if you start looking at me like that.”
I grin and dip my head back so he can rinse my hair. I can behave myself.
For a little bit anyway.
Chapter 23
Nikita
For the rest of the day all I’ll be thinking about is how good it had felt to have my finger in Savanna’s perfect ass. The permanent image of me filling both her holes runs through my mind, a constant loop that’s going to make her big birthday supper with both our families a little awkward for me.
“This isn’t a car,” she says, pulling my mind away from the memory I’m reliving of how she’d felt gripping my finger so tightly and then how she’d relaxed when she’d come. I swear I could’ve easily slid another finger in there.
“Of course it’s a car,” I say, trying not to laugh at the look she’s giving me.
She waves a hand at her birthday present. “It’s a Porsche!”
I give her a wink and nod. “Exactly. A car.”
“I can’t accept this.” Her voice is growing in pitch, and I know she’s freaking out a little at the price tag, so I step closer and cup her face, waiting until her blue eyes meet mine.
“You can, Van. I love you, and you deserve the best. I want you to have this.” I glance over at the gorgeous, red Porsche. “My god, you’re going to look so fucking sexy driving that car. Trust me, this gift is as much for me as it is for you,” I say, only half-kidding.
She sighs and links her fingers behind my neck, pulling me down to her. “You spent way too much. You know I don’t expect any of this, right? This still would’ve been the best birthday I’ve ever had without all the presents. I need you to know that.”
“I do know that,” I tell her.
The corner of her mouth lifts before she says, “Your dick this morning felt like the best kind of gift anyway, so if you’re ever at a loss on what to get me, you’ve always got that as an option.”
I laugh and cup her ass, pulling her tightly against me before I kiss her. She softens at my touch, immediately opening up for me, wanting me just as badly as I’m wanting her. It’s one of the many things I love about her. She never hides herself from me, never puts distance between us, or holds back. She always gives me every part of herself, and it always reminds me of how lucky I am to have her.
She moans when she feels how hard I’m getting, and before I can reach the point of no return, I pull back and force a few inches between us, because there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to go soft if she’s pressing against me. “We’re only going upstairs,” I remind her. “I can’t show up at my parents’ like this.”
