When we walked into the Kalasnikov house a short time later, Jem raced across the kitchen and flung herself at Benji. He caught his sister and hugged her tight. As she embraced her brother, she held out her hand and smiled at me. Feeling like a hero, I gripped her small hand in mine.
I didn’t know what our future held in store for us, but I believed it would filled with happy moments like these.
Chapter Nine
Jem
Needing to reassure myself that Benji was okay, I peeked into the guest room he had claimed and made sure that he was sleeping peacefully. I tiptoed quietly into the room and placed his inhaler on the bedside table before carefully retreating and shutting the door. After the stress of his ordeal, I feared his asthma would bother him tonight.
I tracked Step down in his bedroom. Barefoot and bare-chested, he wore only a low-slung pair of pajama bottoms as he sat on the edge of his bed and strummed an acoustic guitar. There were sheets of staff paper and a notepad covered in scribbled next on the bright white comforter. He glanced up as I entered the room, and I froze. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you while you’re working. I can come back later.”
He set aside his guitar and held out his hand. “Come here, rybka.”
“Vivian told me what that means.” I crossed the room and let him pull me between his open legs. “Little fishy? Really?”
He laughed and placed a noisy kiss on my neck. “It loses a little something in the translation.” He kissed my cheek and then my mouth. “I could call you zaichik moy.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Do I even want to know what one means?”
“You’ll have to Google it.”
I pinched him. “You aren’t playing fair.”
“I know, and I love it.” His hands slipped under the hem of my nightgown. They glided along the backs of my thighs and didn’t stop until he was cupping my backside. “Are we still driving out to Dayton in the morning?”
“We?” His question surprised me.
“Your van is in the shop. You need a driver.”
“Oh. Right.” In the chaos of the evening, I had completely forgotten. “If you don’t mind…”
“I don’t mind.” He dotted soft kisses on my collarbone. “I’ll probably just sit out in the car and work on some new lyrics.” His mouth skimmed my neck again. “We may have to postpone our big date tomorrow night. I caught the tail end of the news. They said that tropical storm is probably going to hit earlier than expected. Apparently it’s picking up steam.”
“That’s okay.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” he promised.
Holding his handsome face in my hands, I gazed into his eyes. “After what you did for us today? You don’t have anything to make up for, Step.” I kissed him lovingly and ran my thumbs along his cheeks. “I’m the one who owes you.”
His mouth slanted with a sexy grin. “I can think of one or two ways you can pay me back.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, but first…” He shifted me aside and gathered up his music and guitar. When the bed was clear, he dragged me close again and whisked the nightgown off my body. He tugged my panties down my hips and thighs and then shucked his pajama bottoms.
We moved onto the bed and began to kiss leisurely. Step’s hands roamed my curves, cupping by bottom and squeezing my breasts. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hauled me tight against his chest, dragging me right on top of him. Our bodies aligned in the most deliciously tempting way. His cock stabbed between my thighs, and for the briefest moment, I seriously considered just sliding down a few inches and sheathing his shaft in my slick heat.
“We can’t,” Step whispered against my mouth. “I want to,” he said with a groan. “I want to feel your wet pussy squeezing my bare cock—but I won’t put you at risk.”
“Have you ever…?”
He shook his head. “Never. I’ve always gloved up, but I still want to be careful with you. Besides,” he swept aside my hair and bared my neck to his seeking lips. “You aren’t on the pill are you?”
“No.”
“Then we have to be careful,” he repeated. Step ravished my throat, scraping his teeth over my skin and biting down gently on my jugular. It wasn’t enough to draw blood, but it would leave a mark.
“Step!” I gripped his shoulders and bucked against him. We kissed again, and Step smoothed his hands over my body. Gripping my bottom, he flipped me onto my back and shoved my thighs open. I was still dazed by the sudden move when he started lapping at my core. His tongue zeroed in on the rhythm and pace that had driven me crazy earlier. He flicked at my clit until I was scratching at his arms and swiveling my hips. I came with a soft cry and pushed my pussy against his mouth, desperate to wring out every last drop of pleasure possible.
Even after I had climaxed, he kept his mouth on me. His tongue probed my entrance and swirled around my clitoris. He suckled my pink pearl and fluttered his tongue over it until my toes were digging into the mattress and I felt close to another climax. Strung tight and panting, I clutched at Step eagerly anticipated another powerful orgasm.
But I whimpered in protest when he abandoned my sopping wet sex and crawled over me. He lingered on my belly and breasts, caressing and kissing and teasing my nipples until they were bright pink and puckered. I didn’t have a lot of sensitivity there, but he seemed to have found a way to enhance the pleasure I did feel by tweaking and suckling me.
Wanting to make him feel good, I pushed on his shoulders and silently urged him onto his back. Emboldened by the way he looked at me and that hungry glint in his eye, I clasped his hands and claimed his mouth in an insistent kiss. He rolled his hips beneath me, and his thick, heavy cock smacked against my bottom. I could tell he was seeking stimulation. I decided to give him exactly what he wanted.
I slowly kissed my way down his body and settled between his spread legs. I didn’t have much experience giving head, but I didn’t think he would hold it against me. With one enthusiastic swipe of my tongue, I drew a low, rumbling groan from his throat. When I wrapped my lips around his crown and rolled my tongue around it, he pawed at the bedding and unleashed a string of Russian that sounded suspiciously like curse words.
He was so big that I couldn’t take all of him. I bobbed up and down on the top half of his thick shaft and stroked the bottom half with my hand. Step moaned as I sucked the blunt head into my mouth and lavished attention on it. I cupped his balls and rolled them between my fingers. My tongue glided along the underside of his prick.
Step started to pump his hips and reached down to tangle his fingers in my hair. I let him take control as he sought more stimulation and depth. I relaxed my jaw and let him fuck my mouth. He didn’t take it too far. I could tell he wanted to go deeper and harder, but he held back. He wasn’t going to push me or hurt me. His cock plunged in and out of my mouth until he finally jerked free and shuddered.
“Milaya moya.” He grasped my arms and flipped me onto my back. “I need you.”
“I want you.” I did. I wanted this so badly. “Please, Step.”
He retrieved a condom he had hidden under the pillow and quickly sheathed himself. Holding the base of his cock, he ran the fat head of it between my slick nether lips and gently probed my opening. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my heels into his bottom. My pussy pulsed almost painfully now. “I’m aching for you, Step. Please.”
He didn’t thrust into me but carefully and slowly pushed inside. He gave me time to relax and grow accustomed to him. Stretched and filled by his cock, I gasped when he was finally buried to the hilt. I closed my eyes and surrendered to his erotic kisses. He flexed his hips and fucked into me with short, easy strokes. Our tongues moved together at the same pace, and I clutched at his shoulders.
Step shifted his weight to one hand and reached b
etween our bodies. He framed my clitoris between two fingers and rubbed tight, fast circles while speeding up his thrusts. He drove into me deeper and harder now. My mouth fell open as I cried out with sheer bliss. Everything was amplified. Everything felt so damned good. Hot and shuddering, I clung to Step and tried to hold off on my climax. I didn’t want it to happen yet. I didn’t want this wondrous sensation vibrating through me to end.
When I came, when I tossed my head back and undulated wildly beneath him, Step let loose. He fisted his fingers in my hair and captured my mouth in a punishing kiss while thrusting into me hard and fast. “Jem!” With a growl, he climaxed. “Rybka,” he murmured. “Baby. Baby.”
Our bodies slammed together in a wicked dance that left us both panting and shaking. He slumped next to me and took care of the condom before curling around my body and holding me close. I ran my fingers over the tattoos on his chest and smiled happily as he caressed my arm and kissed my forehead.
“What did Vivian say to you when she hugged you right before we left their house?”
The memory of Vivian’s kindness filled me with warmth. “She welcomed me to this big, crazy, overprotective family. She told me that we always take care of our own.”
Step smiled. “That was nice of her.”
“I thought so.” I drew my initials on his chest. Not wanting to get into a deep conversation this late at night, but needing to know something, I asked, “Step?”
“Yes?”
“What happens now? I mean, Jackie is still out there somewhere. You’re going on tour in a few weeks.”
“Honestly?” He trailed his fingers down my back. “I have no fucking idea how it will work, Jem, but I believe it will. I think we have something special.”
Calmed and reassured by his response, I lifted up and kissed him tenderly. “Maybe we just take it one day at a time.”
Step traced my lower lip and smiled down at me. “One day at a time, rybka.”
Author’s Note
You can catch up with Step and Jem, Dom, Tor and Leif in 2015 when I launch the full S&M series. Until then, check out my bestselling Her Russian Protector series or the Fighting Connollys trilogy if you want to know more about Ten, Nikolai and Vivian, or Finn and Hadley.
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I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. When I’m not chasing after my wild preschooler, I like to write super sexy romances and scorching hot erotica. I live in Texas with a husband who could easily snag a job as an extra on the History Channel’s new Viking series and a sweet, rowdy and always entertaining special needs daughter.
I also have another dirty-book writing alter ego, Lolita Lopez, who writes deliciously steamy scifi and paranormal erotic romance tales for Ellora’s Cave, Forever Yours/Grand Central, Mischief/Harper Collins UK, Siren Publishing and Cleis Press. Lo was named of LATINA magazines Eight Erotic Authors to Watch in 2013.
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