by Jayha Leigh
“I don’t know what that meant but it sounded beautiful. What does it mean?”
“It means,” he began before realizing that Aloha was already asleep.
Chapter Twelve
The heat woke Aloha. Well, actually a combination of the heat and being crushed against something hard. Coming fully awake, Aloha realized that the something hard she was crushed against was Ianikut. She couldn’t complain at how closely he held her considering how good it felt. Being in his arms felt better than winning Madden on the All-Madden level. Aloha had never spent the night with a lover, but then again, she hadn’t wanted to. Though adequate lovers, none had been able to hold her attention.
It wasn’t their fault; she had high expectations and a short attention span. But then there was Ianikut. That motherfucker had done more than hold her attention. He’d captivated her mind and her heart whilst fucking her so good her whole body tingled. The Ianikut was the man, no Ianikut was straight out the shiznit. And after last night, she had to admit that he deserved to put that article in front of his name.
Instead of being filled with morning-after regrets, she simply paused and admired the big Russian. Ianikut was one beautiful, beautiful man and she knew that she’d never tire of looking at him. He was the kind of beautiful that belonged in a museum, right next to the Mona Lisa. Well, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea for if the curators displayed him next to that portrait, Ianikut would overshadow it. Truth be known, Ianikut was the kind of man that could not only overshadow the whole damn Louvre but also the Smithsonian, the Met, and at least six of the seven man-made wonders of the world. If she didn’t consider Googleplex a wonder, then he would outshine all of them.
Tearing her eyes off of Ianikut’s museum-worthy body, Aloha stretched languorously reveling in the way she felt. Still tingling, she bit her lip to stop her moans from spilling out. She was mush ‑‑ her whole body felt good in that fucked-into-submission kind of way. Smiling, she recalled Ianikut’s promises to ravish her. She thought his words were mere bragging but if anything his taunt had been an understatement. The big Russian had straight brought it, and her tingly body was proof of his prowess. He’d put it on her in ways she hadn’t known it could be put on.
Though she felt better than good, she had to see to her needs. Throwing another glance at Ianikut’s sleeping form, she silently praised him and made appreciative sounds in her throat.
Bending over him, she lightly kissed his mouth and whispered her gratitude for the best night she’d ever had before slipping off to the bathroom.
* * * * *
Ianikut woke as soon as his mind registered the change in her breathing and increase in her heart beat. After sharing such intimacies, he was as familiar with his woman’s body as he was with his own. His physiology had undergone a metamorphosis after making love to her, making him attuned to any changes in her homeostasis and triggering his need to protect.
Knowing that she was safe, he gave her a few minutes of privacy before rising. Being that his hearing was as sharp as his vision, he’d heard her moans of appreciation and wanted to ravish her immediately. Never had a woman admired him so simply or sincerely. His past lovers screamed out their pleasure but to him it wasn’t praise; but merely an affirmation of his prowess.
His ego was appropriately stroked with her soft appreciations but it was her whispered thank you that broke him down. He’d never had a woman thank him for ravishing her. Oh, he had received gratitude for the rare trinket or token of affection, but Aloha’s thank you humbled him and cracked his heart wide open. She’d unknowingly accomplished what no other woman ever had: she entrenched herself in his heart and as soon as his heart was filled with her presence, it sealed itself around the treasure that was she. His heart and mind had firmly lined up on the side of his cock. Aloha was the only woman that his body, mind, or heart would accept, and the beast within him roared at him to move his ass and make her an Aleksandrovich.
Stretching, he was pleasantly surprised to discover that he’d slept so long. It could’ve been due to the fact that his angel was a restless sleeper. Spending long hours watching Aloha sleep, a satisfied smile settled upon his lips when he realized that her body continually searched him out. She tended to be restless unless she was snuggled into his chest with a fistful of his hair in her hand. After almost being ripped bald twice when he’s inadvertently moved too far away for her body’s liking, he repositioned himself so that she had free access to his hair. Sleep was easy after he discovered that little fact. Enjoying the feel of his woman in his arms, he fell into such a deep sleep that he’d almost missed the late-afternoon knock on his door.
Stretching, Ianikut was surprised to feel soreness. He rarely felt any physical discomfort, not even after battle. Pausing, he acknowledged that Aloha was all woman ‑‑ and all his, and she had fully put it on him. Taking a moment to shake his hair out of his eyes he padded to the adjoining bath. Knocking, he waited until she bade him to enter before opening the door.
“Good evening, angel.”
She stopped brushing her teeth long enough to answer, “Good evening, Ianikut. I hope that you don’t mind me using your toothbrush.”
“Everything I have is yours, Aloha.”
“Dibs on the plasma, then,” she shouted gleefully.
Throwing back his head, he roared and received a swat on his ass as a reward. Ianikut waited until she was finished brushing her teeth before approaching her. Walking up behind her, he gently circled her petite form and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. Sighing, he took a moment to simply bask in the joy of holding her, grateful that she allowed him this small pleasure. He was surprised when she turned in his arms and laid her head against his chest.
“Thank you,” she said.
“For what, angel moya?”
“For last night.”
“It is I who should be thanking you.”
“Yeah, probably,” she joked as she disentangled herself from his embrace and made for the bedroom. “I’m going to let you have the bathroom now since I worked you so hard last night.”
“You worked me hard?” he asked with a hint of smarminess just to get a rise out of her.
“Damn right, old man. Notice that it was you, not I who was too tired to drag out of bed this morning.”
Raising a brow, he chuckled. “Well, don’t venture far,” he warned. “This old man has plans for you.”
“Like you could survive any more plans,” she smirked as she flopped onto the bed. “And by the way, there isn’t a law banning color in your home you know.”
“Well then, it’s a good thing that I have you,” he teased. Ianikut had never given much consideration to his surroundings as long as they were clean and functional. He was glad that the master bath was opulent ‑‑ even though it, like the rest of his home was white on white.
After taking care of his needs he opened the door and asked, “shower or bath?”
“How about a shower and then a bath?”
“Trust you to be contrary,” he answered as he adjusted the controls on his shower.
“Of course, I’m contrary. You wouldn’t appreciate me if I weren’t.”
Smiling Ianikut responded, “On the contrary, I appreciate you in ways you can’t even imagine, angel.”
“And I appreciate you just as much, Ianikut.”
“I know.” He smiled. “I was greatly moved by the sounds of your appreciation,” he said before kissing her.
* * * * *
After they finished washing each other, Ianikut discovered the real reason that Aloha wanted to shower first ‑‑ she wanted to play with his hair. He’d never had a woman want to wash his hair. They wanted to spend his money, play house with him, and drive his cars, but none had ever wanted to groom him. Damn, she made him feel things he’d never felt before.
She took his silence as a potential ‘no’ and launched an immediate protest. “Ianikut, I know that you’re not about to deny me especially after I let you play in damn near
everything I have.”
As if I could deny you anything. “No, I’m not going to deny your request. I’m just surprised. No woman has ever wanted to do anything personal for me that didn’t result in an immediate reward,” he admitted.
“Then, they were idiots, which is why you don’t need to be with them. Playing with your hair is a treat that I plan to savor.”
“Do I get to wash your hair?”
“Absolutely not. You need proper training, before you get the privilege of doing a black woman’s hair ‑‑ so until then, hands off. Now hand me the shampoo and bend down,” she instructed.
Ianikut spent the next fifteen minutes moaning and it wasn’t because he was making love. Aloha had magic fingers. He wasn’t aware that the nerves in his cock were attached to the ones in his scalp, but fifteen minutes with a cock so hard that it could break glass alerted him to that fact. Groaning, he summoned all his control to refrain from ejaculating. As soon as Aloha finished, he backed her into the wall where he proceeded to kiss her breathless. Impaling her on his cock he was about to help her ride him when she shrieked for him to shut off the water and gave him a mini-lecture on the properties of black hair. Using one hand to shut off the water, he pistoned into her and quickly brought them both to orgasm.
Chapter Thirteen
Reclining in the Jacuzzi bath, Ianikut gently nuzzled her neck, while they both enjoyed the massaging jets. It was a good thing that they were already clean because they didn’t get much washing accomplished between languorous kisses. When they finally emerged from the bath, they bantered as they changed the sheets.
“These sheets could stand up and walk themselves to your laundry room,” Aloha commented.
Ianikut merely preened ‑‑ as much as a vampire of his stature and prestige could. “Is this the part where I insert an ‘I told you so’?” he inquired silkily.
Aloha didn’t answer, instead she bombarded him with the pillows on her half of the bed. “No, this is the part where I ignore your gloating because I’m the bigger person,” she teased as she collapsed onto the hastily-made bed. It was obvious that making beds wasn’t her skill; it was only his abilities that insured that the fitted sheet and the flat sheet ended up in the correct order.
Lying down beside her, he raised an eyebrow at her description of her being the bigger person. He couldn’t hold back his laugh considering that he dwarfed her in size. He began to suspect that he had a decidedly better temper than his angel when she opened her eyes long enough to glare at him.
“You know, your laugh is seductive,” Aloha commented as she turned in his arms and kissed her way up the column of his throat.
“Everything about me is seductive, angel moya,” he replied in between moans of pleasure.
“Especially your modesty,” she replied as she climbed onto his body.
Ianikut didn’t get a chance to respond as she covered him with her hot, little body and placed her succulent lips above his and demanded entrance. Plus, she held his hair, alternately massaged his scalp and ran her fingers through it as she feasted on his mouth. Oh, damn. He should stop her, and he would…in a few minutes.
* * * * *
Sighing into his mouth, Aloha lost herself in the kiss. Having this man at her mercy gave her a heady rush of power ‑‑ literally. It was similar to the head rush she experienced when she drank slushies too fast. She drew back and grabbed her head, muttering, “Damn, you’re better than my slushies.”
“Of course I am, angel. And you’re better than anything I’ve ever sampled. Now come let me feed you, so that I can sample you some more,” he said as he rose and walked to his closet.
“Ianikut, obviously you missed the fact that I have nothing on,” she said.
“Angel, although I choose to ignore many things, there are few things that slip past me. The fact that you have nothing on is something that I couldn’t miss and something I definitely wouldn’t ignore.”
“Perhaps, I should go home ‑‑”
“You are home, angel,” he forcefully proclaimed as he herded her to the bed.
Aloha marveled at his speed. One moment, Ianikut was headed to the closet and before she could blink, she found herself pinned under 250 pounds of fierce-looking alpha. The black woman in Aloha automatically responded to the challenge of an alpha male ‑‑ but probably not in the way he expected. “Ianikut, get your ass off of me. I’ve told you before to mind how you treat me and speak to me. And stop glaring at me like I’m taking away your favorite toy.”
“You are my favorite toy.” He pouted.
“Nevertheless, I refuse to lounge around naked.”
“Why?”
“Because in a few minutes I’ll be impressively ashy, which is so not cute,” she huffed.
“So as long as you’re not ashy, you can be persuaded to lounge around naked?” he asked as he waggled his brows.
“Maybe, perhaps, if the right man asked me,” she teased.
“I better be the only man,” he declared as he yanked her to him.
Aloha pretended to think about it but as far as her heart was concerned, Ianikut was the only man ‑‑ period. “You are. Now, get me some lotion.”
Ianikut pointed to the closet, “You’ll find what you need in there.”
“There’s a plasma television, a bag of Skittles, and a slushy in there?” She teased as she walked toward the closet.
“I’m not foolish enough to let you talk me into placing a TV in our bedroom. You’d never pay attention to me, if I were to do something so asinine. The only way I can prevent you from running off with the plasma downstairs is to distract you with my lovemaking.”
“You’re such a baby,” she teased and then gasped as she spied virtually her entire luggage collection in his closet. “How did you get these?”
Coming up behind her, Ianikut fondled her luscious breasts and nuzzled her as he answered. “Believe it or not, Atlanta was able to pry herself away from the blond long enough to pack some of your things and bring them here.”
“She has no concept of the term ‘overkill,’” Aloha sighed as she brought her hands up to cover her face in embarrassment.
“No, she doesn’t, but that’s the least of her faults. I know you’re not embarrassed after all that we’ve shared?” he asked as he seductively rubbed himself against her back. It was actually more like the top of her spine due to the difference in height.
“Well, I was, but since you’ve done such a spectacular job of distracting me, I’ll shove my embarrassment to the side,” she said as she alternately cussed and dug through the cases.
Ianikut peeked at the condition of the contents in her cases and burst out laughing. “I see that Atlanta packs suitcases about as well as you make beds.”
“There’s nothing wrong with the way I make beds,” she muttered as she finally located the container of Chocolate Covered Berries lotion.
* * * * *
Sensing that his angel was tired, Ianikut gently took the tube from her and proceeded to massage the fragrant lotion into every inch of her silken skin. He took his time, paying careful attention to her thighs because he knew that she was tender and because he enjoyed having his hands on her. After thanking him with her succulent lips, she motioned for him to lie down so that she could return the favor.
“Angel, that’s not necessary. I’m not as delicate as you are.”
“Probably not, but you’re ashy so you may as well let me have my turn,” she sassed as she squeezed out a massive amount of lotion.
“I don’t think I need quite that much lotion,” he said.
“Ha, that’s what you think. Let me guess, you only lotion visible skin like your hands and forearms.”
“Right.”
“That’s why despite the sexual revolution, trade unions, and the equaling out in the status of the genders, women continue to be responsible for dressing the children for school. If left up to men, every year the fashion trend would be the ‘I’ve slept in my clothes for three day
s and lost a fight with a bag of flour’ look. Now roll over so I can slap some lotion on that beautiful white, white skin. It’s a wonder your skin didn’t cut me to pieces being that it’s a virgin to lotion.”
Ianikut had no answer to her accusations so he obediently rolled over and allowed Aloha to have her way with him…and enjoyed every damn second of it. He didn’t even realize that he smelled like a woman, and when he did, he didn’t care because smelling like his woman was a high compliment indeed. With Aloha, he could see grooming and hygiene being bumped up from a necessity to a favorite pastime.
Chapter Fourteen
Hunger finally drove them downstairs. Ianikut had forewarned Aloha that his brothers would show up sooner or later. Witnessing how close-knit they appeared, she expected no less. Experiencing Skittles withdrawal, she skipped downstairs. She didn’t get nervous until she heard his brothers horsing around in the kitchen. It wasn’t that his brothers made her nervous ‑‑ she could take them in a fight ‑‑ if they were blindfolded, gagged, had one hand tied behind their backs, and had recently woken from induced comas. It was just that they knew what she and Ianikut had been doing. She didn’t want them to think that she was easy.
Ianikut correctly guessed her thoughts and reassured her, “My brothers won’t think any less of you, but they will envy me.” He punctuated his statement with a kiss to her temple.
Poking her head into the kitchen, Aloha was surprised when Zhenechka, Antosha, Fyodor, Vyacheslav and Tosya rose and applauded.
“What are you guys doing?”
“Paying homage to the woman who has obviously felled the Ianikut Maksim Aleksandrovich,” Tosya answered.
She had indeed felled Ianikut but she wanted to know what led them to that grand conclusion. “And what makes you think that?”
“The ridiculous smirk on Max’s face,” Fyodor answered.
Aloha couldn’t repress a grin after turning and catching a glimpse at said smirk. “Besides that,” she challenged. “Ianikut always smirks.”
