Team Russian (Saints Team Series Book 4)

by Ally Adams

  “Thanks,” I said back to him. “You too, although I thought you slacked off a bit on the chin-ups,” I said, just to rile him.

  “Did you now,” he growled.

  “I think you owe me ten in private,” I suggested.

  “My chin has plans for later ... it’s going to be seeing new sights,” he said, with a suggestive glance to my lower region. “I want you to know that as sweaty as you are now, I’d love to do you right here on the gym floor.”

  I must have looked slightly alarmed because he added. “Not that I would ... not into exhibition sex.”

  I breathed out. “Phew, I thought you were going to go all caveman then and throw me to the ground.”

  He moved sharply toward me as if it was a good idea and I stepped back – no point tempting a growling, turned on lion ... there, anyway.

  “I thought we’d give the showers a miss and go straight into the ocean,” he said. “If you can drive home with me sweaty.”

  “Brilliant idea,” I said. One of my pet loves was to swim straight after a run ... the cold water hitting the tired and worked out muscles, so cleansing.

  We grabbed our bags and returned to the car. I followed The Russian’s lead and spread my towel over the seat before getting into his Merc. The Russian opened the sun window as we drove and in a matter of minutes, we drove into his garage. We didn’t even go into the house, we stripped off in the garage, put on our swim gear and took the towels from our bags. The Russian never took his eyes off me while I self-consciously put on my two-piece gold swimsuit. I was surprised he managed to get his swimming trunks over the resulting erection – lucky he was wearing boardshorts ... a sexy pair that sat very nicely on his hips.

  I could only imagine what his ex wore to the beach ... I didn’t know where that thought had come from, but I somehow felt conscious all the time of following in her shoes. I didn’t have to imagine too hard what she wore, I had seen photos of her skimpy beach outfits, that is, when she wasn’t swimming topless. My two-piece bikini swimsuit was more modest ... it had fabric covering most of the important parts.

  The Russian moved to the driveway and waited as I grabbed my towel and followed. I wrapped it around my waist.

  “I was enjoying that view,” he complained and I gave him a look that said ‘hold that thought’! He grinned, and pressed the buzzer to put his garage door down. Like an old married couple, he gave the keys to me and I stuck them in my beach bag and then he took my hand and we walked across the lawn and down onto the sand. Our first beach trip together!

  It was only about nine o’clock and the beach was still uncrowded, mainly being used by boardies, joggers and early swimmers. We were both sweaty from our workout and the first impact of the water on skin was wonderful – cold but wonderful. The Russian took to the water like a dolphin, with powerful movements, while I dodged the waves and swam gently in the shallows. Then he strode through the waves towards me; I watched his muscles clench as he did that, thank God I was in cold water or I might have combusted.

  The Russian pulled me against his wet chest and gave me a long kiss. I loved that he had no hang-ups about being affectionate or showing it; I wondered if being in a predominantly female household had helped with being in touch with his emotions.

  “How good is this?” I asked, after I had detached myself from his lips to draw breath.

  “So good,” he said. “You’re a bit cold there, Brooker or am I just turning you on?” he said noticing my very stand-uppy nipples.

  I think I blushed and he laughed, pushing me against him. “Don’t worry, it’s mutual,” he said as his hard erection defied the normal outcome of cool water shrinkage.

  “I want to sunbake a little and dry off,” I said, glancing towards our towels on the beach and then down at my chest.

  “Yeah, I’d like to see that too” he agreed. “I’m going to swim for a few more minutes. I’ll see you out there.”

  I gave him a kiss and headed out, turning back once to see him standing there, arms folded in waist deep water as he watched me walk out. He grinned and turned to dive back under a wave. So fucking gorgeous.

  I lowered myself onto my towel to dry off. The air was warm even though it was early and I closed my eyes feeling on top of the world. It was not even ten yet and I had had great sex, a workout, a swim and all with the hottest man on the planet. Imagine what could happen by eleven a.m. I could smell the salt air, feel the breeze on my skin and the sun warming me; I think I might have dozed off and then I felt a sprinkle of cold water over me.

  I opened my eyes to see The Russian lowering himself beside me.

  “Dry?” he asked me.

  “Mm, wonderfully,” I murmured.

  “We can fix that,” he said, and rolled onto me, shaking his head and spraying water on me. I squealed and tried to push him off. He was freezing cold on my lovely warm body.

  “Get off you big wet whale,” I whined.

  He roared with laughter. “Wet whale? Well that’s fucking great. Not a shark, or a sleek dolphin ... a big, fat, wet whale. And just out of curiosity, how many dry whales have you seen?”

  We were both laughing then.

  “Get off, you’re cold and wet,” I said, trying to push him off.

  “Not until you pay me a compliment,” he insisted.

  “Fine then, you’re a sleek dolphin, now get off.”

  “That didn’t sound sincere to me,” he said, lowering his wet head and rubbing his hair on me.

  “You’re a gorgeous, fit, sleek dolphin, happy now?” I pushed him.

  He grinned, and finally rolled off me. “Wet whale,” he shook his head.

  “You must have been the worst brother to grow up with,” I said, wiping the sand and water off me. “I bet you made your sisters’ lives hell.”

  “That’s my job as a brother, and now as a boyfriend,” he said.

  He lay back beside me and sighed, resting his head on one arm.

  “Boyfriend, huh?” I said, loving the sound of that.

  He looked over at me, and just for a second I saw a flash of doubt in his eyes. It was so out of character to see the super confident and laid back Russian looking vulnerable that it brought home to me what I’d said. He’d already told me he had spent many years with a woman who had played around all the time – I couldn’t cope with seeing images of The Russian playing around, I couldn’t imagine what that had done to him ... I was surprised he was up for a relationship at all.

  “You think we’re just doing all this and hanging out casually then?” he asked, keeping his voice neutral, but I could tell this was opening wounds. I put that to rest.

  “Hell no. I love you saying the ‘b’ word ... boyfriend,” I let it roll over my tongue and I visually saw him relax, he exhaled, his chest falling. I rolled on my side to look at him and ran my fingers over him, tracing marks on his chest. “It may be your job as my boyfriend to find ways to tease me, but it’s my job as your girlfriend to ensure you are adored and well-serviced, and I think you may be in need,” I said, with a glance to the continuous bulge in his board shorts. I ran my finger just under the waistband and felt him inhale.

  “Big job,” he said.

  “A challenge, but I’m just the girl for it,” I grinned. He took my hand from his waist and wrapped his fingers around it.

  “Give me ten minutes to dry off and I’ll launch that challenge,” he said, and kissed my hand. I lowered myself back down on my back and closed my eyes too, leaving my hand resting comfortably in his.

  After ten minutes he sat up. “I can’t wait any longer, we have to go.” His hair was mussed up and full of sand and he looked super lickable.

  “Don’t shower,” I warned him. “I want to lick the salt off you.”

  “Quick,” He said rising. We saw three young boys running towards us and The Russian quickly wrapped his towel around his waist to help hide the obvious.

  “Russian,” they yelled.

  “Hey, how are you?” he said, super friend
ly.

  “Want to play soccer with us?” they asked.

  He shook his head. “Woah, don’t think I could take on the three of you. You might show me up.”

  “I’m the vice-captain of our school football team,” one of the boys said.

  “Yeah, I could tell that,” The Russian said. “This is my girlfriend Carla,” he introduced me.

  I shook hands with each of the boys and they told us their names.

  “We’re just about to leave, but next time I see you here we’ll have a kick, yeah?”

  “Yeah, cool,” they said, and ran up the beach. One of them yelling, “Mom, The Russian said he’d play next time!”

  The Russian raised his hand and waved to the mother and she responded with a grin and a wave. He turned, picked up my beach bag and looked at me.

  “What?” he asked as I stood smiling at him.

  “You are so sweet.”

  He growled in my ear. “I’m so not sweet, Brooker, I want to have you writhing in front of me right now, begging to be allowed to come.” He snatched my towel off me and threw it over his shoulder. “And don’t even think of putting that around your waist. I want to see the view,” he said, tapping my butt.

  I was so turned on that my nipples were on full alert again and The Russian gave me a satisfied smile. I rolled my eyes at him and pushed my sunnies on to try and hide behind them.

  “Do you always get what you want?” I asked, walking slightly in front of him as ordered.

  “No, but I intend to in the next hour.”

  *****

  I barely got in through the glass sliding doors before The Russian was on me, and boy did he know how to make a girl swoon. He cupped my face in his large hands and gave me such a long passionate kiss, that I couldn’t remember where I was for a moment.

  “I needed that,” he said, as he pulled away. This man was so gorgeous.

  “I can’t remember my name,” I said, and he grinned. He reached up and lifted my hair off my neck and undid my bikini top. He threw it off and sand scattered over his floors; neither of us cared. He wrapped his arms around me and, lifting me, he carried me into a room which I hadn’t seen yet. I realized why when I found myself in the middle of a huge white leather sofa – big, round and like a bed with pillows on one side. So comfortable that you could have fitted at least six people on it ... yeah, we’re not going there.

  He stood in front of me and pulled his board shorts off. His body was covered in salt, sand and was so sexy. His erection was at full attention, I wanted to applaud. He knelt down on the ground beside me on the leather sofa.

  “Brooker,” The Russian said in his deep, sultry voice, as he looked into my eyes.

  “Yes, Russian?”

  “Stop thinking now. Yes?”

  “Yes,” I said, and nodded and then he moved up and placed a knee between my legs. He began to lick around one of my already naked and begging nipples.

  “Mm, you were so right ... the salt is delicious.”

  “Delicious,” I agreed, arching my back in pleasure. I heard him chuckle. Then I felt his hand moving down to my hips and he began to pull down my bikini bottoms. I was so ready for this and I didn’t care if he got sand and salt on his tongue, I would taste beachy ... not peachy, get it? Oh my God, his tongue began to trail from my nipple down my body. I lay back following the journey, waiting, waiting and then it reached my clit. The Russian gently pushed me open, placing himself back on the floor between my legs as I lay back arching with the pleasure of it. His tongue twirled around my clit and then worked between the layers of my sex. I grabbed the leather sofa but had nothing to grasp.

  His fingers and his tongue were magic. It was fair to say he was every bit as good off the ground as he was on it.

  “That’s ... so ... orgasmic,” I panted, arching in pleasure. The Russian ignored me, keeping his own rhythm going and then he sucked on my clit and I came so hard, so full-on that I thought he would have to peel me from the ceiling. As I wound down, he licked his way back up my body and just held me so tightly that I felt like I would be loved and safe forever. It was the most amazing sex I had ever had; it was the most amazing love I had ever made.

  “I can’t see you yet,” I said, blinking in his direction and eventually his features became clear again.

  “Brooker,” he shook his head, “you were right, worth waiting for that.”

  “So worth it, best ever,” I muttered short sharp sentences, and then I felt his erection twitching and my eyes lit up.

  “I get to lick you now,” I said, pushing him onto his back and that’s no mean feat. He laughed, caught unaware, and I knelt beside him on the couch looking at his body like it was a buffet. He watched me with amusement as I flicked my tongue, deciding where to start, and then I went for it. He was easily satisfied; his body was so sensitive to touch that everything about him was erotic. I licked my way around his erogenous zones, watching as his erection almost hummed impatiently. He groaned as I teased him – getting closer, then moving away. Love doing that!

  “Killing me,” he groaned.

  “Mm,” I agreed and moved lower. I licked the salt of his balls and I thought he would explode. I licked all over his huge erection and then, when he wasn’t expecting it, I slipped his penis completely into my mouth and sucked. I thought he was going to explode.

  “Holy fuck, Brooker,” he said, his hands clutching my hair, and then I showed him no mercy. Sucking, licking, playing with his balls while I kept the motion going up-and-down, up-and-down, and then he pulled me off and his cum exploded over his chest, my hand going to work to finish him off. Not long after he stopped me and pulled me up beside him.

  “Stop ... you’re killing me,” he said, with a satisfied look on his face.

  I grinned and licked my lips. “Love that salt.”

  “I’m never moving from this house,” he said. “Going to live beside the beach forever,” he continued. “Might get a salt water pool too ...”

  I laughed and began to make patterns in his cum on his chest.

  He grabbed my hand, then his board shorts and cleaned himself up, placing my hand back on his chest afterward.

  “You’re a surprise package, Brooker,” he said, and kissed the top of my head.

  “I’m a very satisfied and hungry surprise package.”

  “Me too, starving. Let’s shower and go to brunch. Maybe you should shower first or we won’t get out of here,” he said.

  I sat up and observed the room. The wall was covered in about half a dozen television screens.

  “I study the game here,” he explained. “Lucas is coming over tonight and we’re watching the three matches being played this weekend while we have a bye ... we’ve got two of those teams in the next month.”

  “I do that too,” I said, “good to study the opposition’s weakness.”

  “Want to stay over?” he asked.

  “You’re so nice to ask, thank you.” I knew he probably preferred to watch the games with teammates, it was a serious business watching plays, not like relaxing watching a sports game. “I’m working,” I said.

  He looked surprised.

  “The Sports Daily is getting their money’s worth out of me – I have to cover the men’s basketball game at Lowe Stadium. I’d invite you to come but I’m in the media box and you’re seeing Lucas ...” I teased.

  He smiled. “All good. C’mon, we have to eat,” he said, pushing himself off the couch and offering me his hand. He pulled me up and against his chest, giving me a firm kiss. “Shower,” he said, pointing to a room across the hall. “I’ll go get your bag.”

  Again he watched as I walked out of the room naked, such a perve, bless him, and I heard him enter with my bag a few moments later. When I got out, I heard his shower go on in his ensuite. Within thirty minutes we had walked down to his favorite cafe and were ordering coffee and eggs.

  We sat on the sidewalk and watched the world unfold around us. He wrapped his long legs around mine under the t
able.

  “You know what I like about you Brooker?” he asked.

  “Hell yeah, lots of things I imagine,” I said, and he smirked and shook his head at me.

  “Okay, I give up, what?” I asked.

  “I love that you are real. When you work out, you work out ... you sweat, you’re not looking in the mirror to see if you look okay,” he said, reaching over for my hand. “I love that you go to the beach and get wet. You actually swim in the surf, no make-up, you dunk yourself, get your hair wet. Love it.”

  I looked at him surprised. “Why, what do other girls do?”

  “Don’t ask, I don’t want to spoil you,” he said, rubbing my hand.

  I knew a lot of real girls, especially having been in sporting circles for years ... I never thought to do anything else. Our coffees arrived before our meals, we thanked the waiter and sipped with appreciation.

  “You know what I like about you, Russian?” I asked, licking cappuccino froth off my top lip. He watched me do it and smiled. It seemed like everything turned The Russian on.

  “Tell me,” he said, with a glance at his watch, “we should have enough time,” he teased, inviting me to praise him.

  “Everything so far,” I said, and leaned over to kiss him.

  *****

  I went to work and The Russian watched the plays with Lucas. As tired as I was after work, I crawled into bed and knew sleep was impossible. I lay in bed with this stupid grin on my face and I went back over every moment with The Russian and then started again. I wanted to message him to say goodnight but I didn’t want to risk waking him. Clearly The Russian was psychic because at midnight a message came through on my phone.

  Brooker, you’re keeping me awake!

  I giggled like a schoolgirl and held the phone to my chest like a hug. Then I messaged him back.

  Ditto, Russian, get out of my head. Even a natural beauty needs beauty sleep ... do you mind?

  Then I waited with much anticipation and nothing happened. Oh well, maybe he did drift back to sleep. But no, ten minutes later another message pinged on my phone.

  I’m thinking of every inch of your body.