by Cora Blu
Mikhail asked, “What does the waiver say? What will they gain from it at this point?”
Larissa placed the baby pictures on the counter with care. ”Well unless everyone signs the waivers, he goes to trial. From what our lawyer tells us, we are the last to sign.” She passed Sergei a picture.
Mikhail felt his spine tighten as the pieces began to form a picture in his head. He needed to touch base with Seth. He needed to know. Pacing the floor, Mikhail rubbed at his eyes and went to stand by the window. Pulling out his phone, he slid the screen until Seth’s number appeared. He typed in a quick message on the small keyboard. Hopefully Seth would read it and stay with Simone.
Seth, call me when you get this. Simone’s not the target but her safety is in jeopardy.
There was no point in calling him. Mikhail knew Seth was with Simone and right then it gave him a measure of peace to know she wasn’t alone. He only hoped his brother could see he and Simone were falling in love and not allow her to get on that plane tomorrow.
He looked out the window at the light dusting of snowfall over the landscape. His heart was experiencing something new. That empty pull he had as a little boy was Seth. Wow, he has a brother.
“Larissa, have they contacted you lately?” Anya said.
Mikhail turned to listen as Larissa began to speak while clearing dishes from the counter. “Not this week, but we do get odd calls and such.”
“Does Seth know you’re being harassed?” Mikhail asked from the window. What he learned from Seth, their luggage being taken off the tour van could have been a signal to someone else as to where they were. The wolves never bother the hikers so why chase Simone and his brother? The guy harassing her in the club? None of these were coincidences. Somebody’s trying to tell them something.
His mother clanked a coffee mug to grab his attention and his head snapped up. “We didn’t want to bother him with this. He’s done so much for us and then found out Gretchen, his girlfriend, left him for another man. We just didn’t want to bother him anymore.” She took a breath. “He said this trip was a good distraction for him. That’s why we were so surprised that he is with your Simone now. His ex-girlfriend left him so empty, and Seth’s never cared for American women.”
“He learned that from us I am embarrassed to say,” Sergei said, his eyes on his wife. “Opinions are easy to form when you learn them as a child and pass them on to your own children.”
“It is not as if he is marrying the woman. She will go back to America and everything will be fine,” Larissa continued.
Mikhail was shocked by this woman’s bigotry. “Simone is wonderful for him. I can see something significant happened between them in the cabin, something’s holding those two closer than they realize.” His voice seemed to come from a corner of the room far away from his body. “I hope they see it before she gets on the plane tomorrow. I think she’s good for him, American or not.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and moved down the hall. “I’m going to turn in. Seth said he’ll be here early for breakfast. Hopefully, Simone comes with him. Mr. and Mrs. Dragoslava, I think you’ll like her.”
“Mikhail, honey, are you alright?” Larissa asked.
He gazed back at his two mothers. “I’m fine. Besides, I found out today that I have two mothers, two fathers, and a brother. I can’t ask for more than that.”
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Seth shot a quick glance down the corridor before centering his focus on Simone’s hotel room door. He needed this, to see her alone before she left for the States tomorrow. A bottle of wine gripped in one hand, the other he shoved down the front pocket of his jeans. Fifteen minutes earlier, he hadn’t bothered with a shirt or shoes. Jumping out of the shower, he’d grabbed a pair of briefs and some jeans. After he picked up the bottle of wine he ordered, he headed down to Simone’s floor. After a few raps on the door, he ran fingers through his damp hair. The knowledge of her leaving in a day left a cold spot in him. In two days, he’d grown to care for her, grown to listen for her voice, even grown to expect her smile.
“Who is it?” Her voice rushed from the other side of the door.
“It’s me, Sim.” His voice unrecognized to his ears. Thick with lust. The rattle of the chain seemed to go on for eternity before those warm eyes looked up at him from her delicate face, damp and scrubbed clean. The scent of sweet shampoo filled the air as she stood, squeezing a towel over her hair.
“Hi,” she said, taking in his disheveled appearance. “I won’t ask where the rest of that outfit is.”
“The jeans are covering the rest of the outfit,” he said, swinging the bottle by his side. “Do I ask to be invited in or do we continue to play keep away with each other until I watch your plane leave tomorrow?” he complained, taking in her damp body beneath the silky robe, perky and awake.
“Will the bottle of wine be joining you, if I invite you in?”
“Only if you slip those heels back on.” He groaned as she held the robe back
“You mean these?”
“Damn you’re sexy as hell, woman.”
He hooked his arm around her as she widened the door and molded her body to his. Bare footed, he pushed the metal door closed before pinning her body to it. With one hand, he flipped the dead bolt in place, triggering her soft gasp. His groin tightened as he closed a hand around the nape of her neck. The little framed plaque on the door bumped over the door behind her with them fumbling against it. Her soft lips parted as he took her mouth, surprised when her leg curled around his calf, urging him in closer. Her smooth body molded to his thigh. Fisting her damp hair clinging to her neck, he wanted to turn her around to take her right there. Instead, he pulled away and took a breath, wine bottle still gripped in his fist. It didn’t help that she licked her tongue out over her bottom lip as he held her head back, studying her face, but he wanted her assurance of what was about to happen. She offered him a welcoming and longing stare. “I’ll ask you one time,” he said, cupping her hips, bringing her tight to his groin. “Any second thoughts before I undress you?”
“No second thoughts,” she said. “I’ve been expecting you tonight.” He hadn’t noticed the soft music and shadowed room lit by moonlight. Simone’s fingers pressed into his naked back, flexing over the muscle, told him all he needed to know. She wanted him with the same urgency and desperation.
The silky robe gave way as he nudged his thigh between hers. “Is this what you were expecting?”
His groin tightened at the sound of her faint gasp, her lips brushing his chest.
“This is the last night I’ll see you,” she offered.
“Then let’s not waste more time talking,” he said, tangling his fingers in her thick hair and tugging her head back. He took her mouth—sweet, minty and warm. He was gentle at first, teasing the soft tender flesh. Simone’s probing tongue ignited a feverish exploration in him. He hungered for her like a starving man, biting and teasing her lips. Her nails raked down his back to cup his behind. He sucked that candy until her moans became a constant hum in the air. Her damp skin, pliable and soft, gave in as he pressed his fingers into the firm flesh of her thighs, pressing the length of himself into her.
Simone brought her hands around and began working at the button on his jeans, pulling him away from the door. The wine bottle made a thud as he set it on the table by the lamp. Stumbling backward, the living space became a maze. The living room plunged in shadows, the slice of light from the window cast a glowing path along the carpeted floor. Simone’s fingers worked him behind the zipper, squeezing and stroking him through his briefs, making it difficult to walk. “Eager…” he said, then hissed as she played over the swollen tip, slick with anticipation.
“For a taste… a little.” Simone’s voice came out voice a hungry plea. He relished the wicked sound.
“Here?” he asked, releasing his hold from her waist to lean back against the wall, after she nodded in agreement. His hips jutted out as he removed his jeans. Simone bit her bottom lip watching him free himse
lf of the jeans. His stiff body tented in his briefs.
She licked her lips, scrapping her nails down his thighs and lowering to her knees before him. While looking up at him, her soft brown hair spilled around her shoulders. “You have a beautiful body, Seth,” she said, cupping him through the briefs.
“Take it out,” he told her and watched her eyes roam his naked torso. Her fingers tripped over the ridges in his abdomen, teasing the hairs slipping beneath the waistband of his briefs. He stroked his hands through the damp waves of her hair, admiring the way she lifted the band over the head of him. His erection jutted out as she added the underwear to the jeans. She rose to his chest, teasing each tiny nipple, making him hiss as she sucked and nipped at his skin until he thought he would explode.
“You ready for me, Seth?”
“Have all you want.”
Warm and wet, her mouth closed over the tip, licking and drawing him in deeper past her lips. Eyes closed, he caught himself rocking into her mouth. Careful not to bruise her, he opened his eyes to watch. Taking him out and slowly drawing him deeper with each hallow of her cheeks made him bare down on the eruption she was bringing on too soon.
The hard press of her nails in his thighs came seconds before she pumped her mouth down over him. With each thrust, he felt the back of her throat on the sensitive tip. Soft brown eyes urged him closer, while her hands on his behind pushed him deeper into her mouth.
“Shit… Sim,” he said, trying to pull out some when she took a breath. When she cupped his sac and felt the heat of her mouth drawing him back in to her, he gripped her hair tighter, holding her to him.
He sucked in a breath, fisting his own hair as her tongue scooped under the weight of him. His curses became rougher, urgent. With each slow groaning hum she made with him in her mouth, he fought not to come.
Reaching down, he cupped her chin.
“Stop, Sim. I’m about to come.” A stream of saliva followed as he slipped from her lips. He groaned a curse. Before he caught his breath, the heat of her mouth closed over him, his sac drew up tight to his body. She wanted him in her mouth, surprising him further. She left him shaking, holding the base of his erection as she took her pleasure from him and gave him his in return. Thrusting faster, urged on by her teasing the tender skin between his thighs, he’d lost control. The pulse of his release tightened his back as she continued, her throat convulsing around the length of him, swallowing him down.
“Ah, hell…” he stuttered. Fisting her hair, he held her immobile, while she worked him until the last surge of hot fluid left his body. Cool air hit the wet skin as Simone set back on her heels, smiling up at him. He hauled her to her feet. Shaking off the trembling in his legs, he carried her to the bed. Somewhere between the half wall and the bed, he managed to undress her down to her bra and heels He stepped back ran a hand down the moist skin of her shoulders, enjoying the soft curves under his hand. Ducking his head, he kissed a trail up her forearm, warm and sweet. She arched her back as he licked and kissed a trail down to the soft material covering her breast.
“I like the way you touch me,” she whispered softly.
“Then you’ll love the way I taste you.” Seth nipped the erect tip through the thin material of her bra. He cupped the other breast before rubbing a thumb on the erect tip, feeling it tighten. A quick twist and Simone dug her nails into his forearms.
“Ahhh.” She moaned into the air. “Again… please, do that again.” This time she threaded her fingers through his hair, guiding him from one swollen breast to the other. The lace was fine enough that he could taste her skin beneath the material as he caressed them with his hands and mouth.
Her nails bit into his forearm, accompanied by her silent moans.
The bed dipped under their combined weight. Simone rose up to her elbows and stared. “Wait, stand up. I need to do something, please.”
His heart raced. Easing back, he helped her to her feet. She was beautifully flushed from what they’d shared. He watched as she slipped her arms over his shoulder and began massaging his neck.
“I just wanted to say something before it was too late, before it sounded like I said it from afterglow.”
He trailed soft kisses down her face. Warm brown eyes full of need pleaded for his attention. The sweet peachy scent of her skin carried him under her jaw back down the moist skin of her neck. The quiet became more than he could handle. Angling a finger under her chin, he hadn’t noticed how she watched him with unwavering intent, and it wasn’t his naked body that caught her attention.
“Sim, you okay?”
He covered her hands on his chest.
She swallowed and cleared her throat. “I won’t forget you, Seth Dragoslava. I promise.”
What could he say to her? There were no words to express his emotions for her. Spend a week with him in London. Move to London. Just don’t leave yet. She had a life and a family back in the states. No, she needed to leave. She deserved more than what he could give her or couldn’t give her. Children. The experience with Gretchen still burned like fire inside him. He rubbed his lips over hers, slow and unhurried. Not a kiss but a caress while breathing in the scent of her arousal. The faint scent of him on her breath with flashes of her on her knees spun through his mind. No, he would never forget her.
“Don’t make promises, Sim,” he said, pressing her down to the bed. “Sit close to the edge.” He hardened at the sight before him. Wavy hair spilled over her shoulders framing the bright yellow bra molding a soft cup under her breast. He held her thighs out wide, black heels anchored on the floor The first lick and her back bowed. “Sit up. Tell me what you like,” he ordered and nipped the tender flesh running up her inner thigh to the smooth slick folds of her body. “I like this—very sexy.” He dropped a kiss on her bare flesh.
“I didn’t think you could look any hotter than you already do, but seeing you like that… I’m thinking this is the pose I like best,” she uttered a hand flat to her stomach.
He nipped her again, eliciting a soft squeal from her. “I could watch you swallow all day,” he said and drove his tongue into her fevered body until her moans came so close together they were one long groan.
She was sweet and fresh from the shower. She rocked her hips into his face and he knew what she wanted. He thrust in deeper, following the guidance of her fingernails biting into his ears. She shuddered against his mouth. Surprised by how fast he brought her to the edge, he lifted her to his mouth and enjoyed himself, her heels braced over his shoulders.
“Seth…” She moaned with a fist of his hair, tugging him closer, and his nose flicking her tender flesh with every stroke. “Please… like that… Oh, yes.” Her violent shudders racked over him as he fed from her pleasure, loving every brush of her thighs along his face. Every wild thrust of her hips, knowing he brought her to this level of ecstasy. She responded with uncontrolled abandon.
Unhooking her bra, her firm breast filled his hand.
“If you were any more perfect, I wouldn’t touch you,” Seth groaned.
“Why?” Her breathing turned raspy.
“You got me sweating like a new recruit. I’d leave finger prints on you right now.”
“I think I can handle you leaving your prints on me. Touch wherever you like.”
“Then let me start at the top and work my way down.”
Rising off the floor, he mounded one of her breasts, taking it into his mouth, closing his eyes in delight. Her skin tasted of peaches and was just as soft. Rubbing a thumb over the other nipple, he savored her in long drugging pulls. Her moans fed his arousal and he ached to be inside her.
“Seth…” was all she said. The widening of her legs told him what she hadn’t. They were both ready.
“I wanna be inside you, Sim.” Sliding down he kissed her stomach, nipping the soft skin with his teeth. “I need to hear that you want me.” Her long legs slid down his arms.
“I want you, Seth, please.” Pulling her to the floor, he tucked two pillows beneath h
er knees as she turned over on her stomach. Seeing her stretched out over the bed nearly made him come. He smoothed a hand down her firm behind, nipping her hip as she moaned under his touch. “Arch your back more, honey,” he instructed, positioning himself behind her slipping on protection from the night table. “You were expecting me, weren’t you?”
“There’s more than one,” she said, her voice muffled against the mattress.
“I’ll try and get to them all.”
“You’ll be here all night.” Her hips moved back into him, her body soft and loose—giving.
“We have time.” He had to swallow the lump in his throat to finish. “Is this what you’re searching for?” he asked as he slid inside her, her muscles gliding over him in a wash of liquid fire, pulsing against his throbbing flesh.
“Uh…” The sheets fisted beneath her fingers, Sim’s stomach pressed into the mattress. He braced his hands around her waist, thumbs just to the inside of the dip in her waist and held her in place. Listening to her labored breathing, he took in the smooth brown skin of her back and followed it down to her tailbone. The way her firm behind curved away from his thighs let him fit snug as he entered her body. He needed to be closer, hear her breath catch as he slipped inside.
He stretched out over her back, threading his fingers through hers gripping the sheet. They moved as one. Listening to her heartbeat with his face pressed to her back. Her skin moist under his face. It was more intimate then face to face. Every twitch she made under him was a reaction to his efforts. He closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of their lovemaking.
“Damn you feel good,” he said, rolling his hips up into her. His words slurred along her spine dropping a kiss behind each thrust.
“Slower… a little… Oh… like that, just like that.” She preened, hooking her foot behind his thigh. Finding the rhythm she liked, he arched his back and gave her everything she asked for in long drugging pulls.
He liked the sound of her moaning beneath him, giving herself over to his care. Cupping her breast, he lifted her from the mattress, loving the way her body moved with his as he trailed a hand over her flat stomach to rub and tease her clit.
