YURI (Her Russian Protector #3)

by Roxie Rivera

  "No," I hastily interjected. "I'll admit the idea of it is rather sexy. Maybe I'd even enjoy watching it from afar but actually letting two or three men go at me? No. It's not for me."

  "I'm sure that has something to do with the places we came from, Lena. What others find illicit and titillating loses some of its erotic appeal when you've watched pimps force prostitutes into cars to be used and debased."

  What he said made sense. The sort of violence I'd been forced to witness at such a young and tender age hadn't been a good thing. No doubt it had colored my outlook on all aspects of my life.

  "But I don't want to think about those ugly things," Yuri decided. "I want to make love to you here in the middle of the Mediterranean."

  "What? Out here?"

  "Where else?"

  "But someone might hear or see us!"

  "This section of the ship is very well hidden." He dragged me onto his lap. "As for the other, you'll simply have to try to be a little quieter than usual."

  I moaned as Yuri's lips moved across that ticklish spot on my neck. "I'm not sure I can do that. You make me lose all control."

  "Oh, you know how to stroke my ego." He pushed my hand against his erection. "Now be a very good girl and stroke my cock."

  "Like this?" I clasped his rock-hard shaft and stroked from the very base of him to the tip.

  He groaned loudly. "Just like that…"

  "Before you get too relaxed, you might want to remember that I'm not carrying a condom tonight. So unless you've got one hidden away somewhere in these pajamas of yours…"

  His frustrated growl sent shivers through me. "Wait here. I'll be right back."

  We untangled ourselves. While he darted into the bedroom, I stood up long enough to peel off my night clothes and place them on the pile of paperwork. Resting on my tummy atop the chaise, I placed my cheek against my arm and waited for him to return. The cool breeze washed over me. The sound of waves crashing against the boat provided the most wondrous soundtrack.

  "I wish you could see yourself right now."

  I glanced back at Yuri and found him staring down at me with such love and hunger burning in his pale eyes. "How do I look?"

  "Delicious." He put a knee onto the chaise. "Sexy. Like some otherworldly creature." He kissed his way up my calf and thigh to the curve of my buttock. I inhaled a shocked breath as he gave me a love bite on my plump flesh. "You look like a dark-haired siren."

  A pleasured sigh escaped my lips as Yuri caressed my back and crawled over me. With his hand planted next to my shoulder, he held most of his weight off of me. His other hand moved between my thighs. "Lift your ass for me."

  I happily complied. When his hand applied gentle pressure to my thighs, I widened them even more. As he nipped at my nape and whispered the dirtiest things, Yuri used those skilled fingers of his to make me so wet. I clawed at the all-weather fabric of the chaise and rotated my hips as he worked me into a frenzied state.

  "Do you want me to fuck you now?" His thrusting fingers kept me hovering right on the edge. "Do you want my cock, Yelena?"

  "Yes! I want you. I want you now."

  His throaty groan filled me with such anticipation. He backed off just long enough to sheath himself and then grabbed my hips, hauling me up onto my knees. "You'd better hold onto something because I'm burning up for you. I can't hold back."

  That was all the warning I received before he thrust roughly into me. Moaning, I urged, "Don't hold back. I want you. All of you."

  He tangled his hand in my hair and found a hard, fast rhythm that made my damn toes curl. Gripping the back of the chair and the cushion, I held on for dear life as Yuri pounded into me from behind. The perfect angle of his penetration hit all the right spots. I pressed my face into the thick cushion and howled with sheer delight as the first waves of ecstasy punched through my core.

  But that wasn't enough for him. He seemed determined to make me come again and again. His hand slipped around to my front and down to the spot where our bodies joined. My inflamed clit still pulsed from that first powerful orgasm when he started to roll his fingertips across the swollen bud.

  I shrieked his name into the cushion and prayed the French or Monegasque version of the Coast Guard wasn't about to swarm the boat. My aching breasts brushed against the rough fabric of the chair. The rasping sensation left my nipples tingling. Every nerve-ending in my body seemed electrified now.

  When I climaxed for the third and final time, I hardly made a noise. A high-pitched squeak was all I could manage as Yuri jackhammered my pussy. The rapturous waves crashed over me again and again, dragging me down in the blissful undercurrents until I could hardly pull a breath into my lungs.

  With one final, powerful thrust, Yuri found his release. He jerked rapidly and groaned my name over and over before collapsing against my back. We fell down onto the cushion. After a few moments, Yuri found enough strength to roll off of me and onto his side. I felt him move away just long enough to deal with the necessities before spooning me.

  Panting and shaking, we interlaced our fingers against my belly. He pressed a loving kiss to my cheek before laughing softly. "We'll be lucky if Vasya doesn't bust that door down in the next ten seconds." He pinched my backside. "I thought you were going to be quiet?"

  I reached back and smacked his hip. "I thought you were going to go easy on me."

  "Never," he whispered. "I intend to make every time that we're together one you'll remember."

  I was confident he'd have no trouble achieving that goal.

  Chapter Seventeen

  "Are you ready for this?"

  Yuri finished fastening his cuff link and enjoyed the sight of Lena in only a fluffy white towel. Her pouty lips were still slightly swollen from that wickedly perfect blowjob she'd just given him. He tried to burn that erotic image of her into his mind.

  Grinning mischievously, he said, "Kitten, after that good luck charm you just gave me in the shower? I can face anything."

  She giggled and slid her arms around his waist. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her small, warm body pressed against his. "I really love you for doing this."

  He smiled warmly. "I know you do."

  Certain she was already worrying, he caressed her arm. "I want you to stay in the master suite tonight. I've already arranged a special dinner for you—but I gave orders to cut you off after two drinks," he teased. "I remember what happened the last time you were upset with me."

  She rolled her eyes and whacked his arm. "You're never going to let me forget that I drunk-dialed you."

  "Never," he said with a grin and pecked her cheek. Rather somberly, he added, "I'm sure that stupid dossier I ordered will probably be something you never let me forget."

  A sad smile played upon her lips. "I want to say that I'll never bring it up but I won't make promises I can't keep. I'm sure that at some point you'll piss me off and I'll whip that out to verbally smack you with a few times."

  "I know how shallow it makes me sound but I truly didn't think it would hurt you when I ordered it done. I simply saw it as the quickest way to get the information I wanted so I could understand you."

  Simply talking about his colossal mistake made his stomach churn painfully but Lena soothed the ache with a gentle squeeze of his hand. "I know why you did it and I do believe you when you say that you didn't realize how it was going to blow up in your face. I trust that you won't do something like that again."

  "I learned my lesson."

  "Good." She hopped up onto the marble vanity and watched him finish his dressing routine. "That's an awfully spiffy outfit for a poker game."

  "Niels sets the dress code. I'd prefer to kick back in a polo shirt and jeans but Niels prefers that we play as gentlemen."

  "Uh-huh," she said dryly. "This Niels guy sounds rather pretentious."

  Yuri laughed. "You have no idea."

  "But he's a good friend to do this for you."

  "A very good friend," he agreed. "Outside of Nikolai, D
imitri and Ivan, he's one of the few men I truly trust."

  "Even though he's a dirty, kinky bastard?" she asked with a cheeky grin.

  "Especially because he's a dirty, kinky bastard," Yuri replied before swooping in for a kiss. "Promise me you won't sit down here and worry all night. I have this under control. We'll get the painting tonight. Nikolai will arrange everything once the painting is secured. Tomorrow we'll fly straight to Mexico to get your father."

  Hope flared in her dark eyes. "I won't worry. You just concentrate on playing a damn good hand of poker."

  "Done."

  When he claimed her mouth this time, he gave her towel a tug. As the damp ends of the plush cotton fell away from her body, he ran his hands all over her luscious curves. He cupped her breast and lightly pinched her darker nipple between his fingertips. She hissed but not with pain. The way she arched into his touch and sprouted goose bumps told him she liked the little bite of discomfort. Bending down, he soothed the reddened peak with his tongue.

  She ran her fingers through his hair. "Yuri…"

  He bit down gently and made her yelp. "No time to finish this I'm afraid."

  "What?" She glared at him. "Are you really going to get me all hot and bothered and take off?"

  He grinned evilly. "It's a damn good way for me to ensure you'll be thinking of me all evening."

  She smirked. "Oh, I don't know about that. I'm sure that with one quick phone call I could have a dozen crewmen lined up at that door begging to give me a little one-on-one service."

  He knew she was playing but the pang of jealousy twisting his gut was real. "The first man who touches you had better be a damn good swimmer because I'll throw his ass overboard myself."

  She rolled her eyes and patted his chest. "There's that alpha caveman again."

  "I didn't hear you complaining about this alpha caveman when we were on the balcony last night." He let his hand drift down her bare belly to the seam of her thighs. When she kept them squeezed tightly together, he raised an eyebrow. "Am I being shut-down?"

  Her sexy little smile sent his heart racing. She reached down and grasped his erection through his pants. "You said we didn't have time to finish what you'd started. I'd rather wait here in breathless anticipation until you have the time to do it right."

  He bit back a groan. "This game had better not go until sunrise."

  Abandoning his throbbing cock, she reached up and straightened the collar of his shirt. "You know I'm going to have Johnny spy on you, right?"

  He chuckled. "I assumed. Have you had a chance to speak with him?"

  She shook her head. "He's supposed to stop by later so we can discuss Benny's wedding. Erin emailed me a list of, like, thirty things I'm supposed to take care including measuring him for his tuxedo."

  "She's taking this wedding planning rather seriously."

  Lena shrugged and slipped off the vanity. "She's always been good at that kind of thing. You've been to some of the dinner parties and barbecues she's thrown at Ivan's house. She's like a Martha Stewart clone."

  He took one last look at Lena's gorgeous curves before heading into the closet for his shoes. "Why didn't Erin go into event planning instead of accounting?"

  "Job security, I guess."

  Yuri slipped on his shoes and wiggled his toes. "But she got laid off from the firm right around the time she moved in with Ivan, yes?"

  "Yes."

  "So much for job security," he grumbled.

  "I'm not sure that exists anymore. Most of the people I graduated college with are already on their second or third jobs. That's kind of crazy when you consider that most of us are still under twenty-five."

  Yuri kissed her cheek on the way out of the bathroom. "All the more reason for you to work for yourself. Don't let someone else decide if you're getting a paycheck next week."

  He caught her rolling her eyes in the mirror's reflection as she followed him. "Says the billionaire."

  "Says the billionaire who started with nothing but a loan from an old man who believed in him," Yuri reminded her.

  "Old man?" The penny dropped. "Feodor?"

  He nodded. "After I paid back the loan and interest, he refused to take another dime from me unless he was employed by me. I even tried to get him to invest but he was happy living his comfortable, quiet life."

  She leaned against the door frame. "I need to find me an old man with cash to loan."

  Smiling, Yuri trapped her right there and brushed his mouth against hers. "You've already got an old man right here willing to loan you whatever you need."

  Her eyes widened. "Yuri, I was joking."

  "I wasn't."

  "But—"

  "We'll discuss it later. Once you've made up your mind about what you want to do with your future," he amended.

  "Yes, we'll definitely discuss it later." She seemed to understand there was no winning this round.

  As far as Yuri was concerned, there would be no discussion. When she was ready to strike out on her own, he would be the one funding her new venture. The last thing he wanted was for Lena to start her new business with the weight of all that debt on her shoulders. There was no doubt in his mind she'd make a success out of whatever she attempted so he considered the risk minimal. Not that any amount of risk would have stopped him from supporting her.

  "And you are not an old man." She ran her thumb across his mouth. "Older? Yes. Old? No."

  "I'm staring forty in the face."

  "Wow. Could you be a bit more dramatic?"

  "Probably."

  She patted his chest. "Why don't you haul your creaky old behind upstairs and win that painting?"

  He smiled indulgently. "Yes dear."

  * * *

  "Well?" I ambushed Johnny when he appeared at the door for the second time that night.

  He slipped inside the master suite and shut the door behind him. His tight expression told me everything. "It's not going so well for Yuri but the other Russian dude? He's got a good hand, I think."

  "Crap."

  "Don't worry. Yuri will come through for you. The guy didn't even know me but he saved me damn life by getting me out of Houston. If he'd do that for me just to help out Dimitri, you've got nothing to worry about, Lena."

  Johnny had a point. Feeling calmer, I motioned for him to follow me into the suite. "Tatiana brought me a measuring tape while you were running down there to spy on the game. Let's get you measured so Erin will get off my case."

  He laughed. "Benny keeps texting me, too."

  I picked up the small leather notebook I kept in my purse and opened it to the page I'd scribbled together according to Erin's instructions. Measuring tape in hand, I started at his shoulders and worked my way down while we chatted. "So do you like working on the yachts?"

  "It's only been a couple of months but I'm starting to really enjoy it. I'm visiting places I never imagined I would ever see and learning useful stuff." Dropping his voice a few notches, he admitted, "I've been talking to the captain about going to a maritime academy."

  "Really? That's great."

  "It looks like the police aren't going to file any charges against me so I'm legally clear." He shifted his arms so I could measure him properly. "Sometimes I can't believe how damn lucky I was to escape that car alive and without ending up in jail."

  "I'm sure it helped that the men who shot up you and your friends got caught red-handed attacking your sister and Dimitri and burning down the bakery. From what Benny's told me, they all flipped on one another and tried to make deals. It's one of the reasons Jonah Krause was so screwed."

  "Do you think he'll go to prison for what he did?"

  "Yes, but I doubt it will be for very long or in a very tough place. He knows a lot of people in the right places."

  "Yeah. I guess."

  "Hold this end of the tape measure." I handed it to him and gestured to his inseam. "I'm not about to put my hand anywhere near my friend's brother's junk."

  Johnny laughed and held the tape firml
y in place. "I don't want your hand there either. Seriously, Yuri would kick my ass out into the ocean if he found out about it."

  I snorted and took the measurement. "He talks big but I doubt he'd actually throw you overboard."

  Johnny tilted his head. "He's not the kind of guy who makes empty threats—and I'm not about to find out. I'm an okay swimmer but I'm not good enough to make it to the beach."

  Laughing, I finished his measurements and jotted down his shoe size. "Erin says she'll handle everything. All you have to do is show up with the yacht."

  "I can do that." He hesitated. "Um—you know my sister is…" He pointed to his stomach.

  I nodded. "She hasn’t made it public knowledge yet. Yuri doesn't seem to know yet. I only know because I was there when she realized she was pregnant."

  "Is she okay? I mean—is she healthy and all that?"

  "She seems fine. Tired and nauseated but that's normal." I rubbed his shoulder. "Dimitri will take care of her. You don’t have to worry."

  "She's all the family I've got left. I'm going to worry. But I know what you mean about Dimitri. There's no other guy I trust to really take care of her. Hell—he's taken better care of her than I ever did."

  I was sure agreeing with him would only make him feel worse. Instead, I said, "Dimitri loves her so much and she really loves him. They're going to have a wonderful life together."

  "They both deserve it."

  I thought about how hard it must have been for Johnny to be halfway around the world from his sister. The two siblings had a rocky history but it was clear they loved one another.

  "You know, maybe in a year or so, all of this Hermanos bullshit will be water under the bridge and you can go back to Houston for longer visits."

  "I hope so." He handed the tape back to me. "Are we done?"

  "Yeah."

  "Do you want me to keep updating you tonight?"