You're The One: BWWM Romance (Brothers From Money Book 12)

by Shanade White

  Elmira reached out and threaded her fingers through his hair when it became too much, and Sven immediately pulled back and knelt up. She felt his weight shift to one leg, dipping the mattress, and lazily opened her eyes to make sure he wasn't going too far.

  Sven had pulled up a corner of the sheet to wipe at his mouth, and she had to kiss him right that second.

  Elmira sat up, legs still bent wide around his hips, and said "Sven," sliding her hand along his arm to his neck to pull him down for a kiss.

  He leaned in, mouth open and wet as he kissed her desperately, then straightened and pulled her up to him instead, dragging Elmira by the hips to straddle his kneeling legs without ever breaking their kiss. Sven shifted one hand to cup her bottom, the other spreading wide over her lower back. His cock was hard, flush against his stomach, but he made no move to pull her closer. Sven just held her there like it was nothing, all solid easy strength, and she relaxed into his grip.

  Elmira felt loose and comfortable, warm from her orgasm and enjoying the feel of Sven's shoulders under her hands, so she returned the kiss languidly. Sven was wound up with tension, but she kept it slow and firm until he settled, shoulders relaxing down. She pulled back to rest their foreheads together.

  "Okay?" Sven said, breath warm on her skin. Elmira nodded, and leaned back to cup his cheek and meet his eyes. He looked weirdly serious, intent and focused on her face, and she kissed him again sweetly.

  He was smiling again by the time she pulled away.

  "So, what next?" she said, and Sven pulled on his totally innocent face, which was even more ridiculous in the current context.

  "It's your show; you decide," Sven said, and watched her face just long enough to see her flash through all the myriad possibilities. "Or," he shifted his hold so he could slide the hand on her ass down and under, and pushed two strong fingers in where she was wet and spread open, "I have a few suggestions."

  "Oh," Elmira said instead of whatever thing she now totally forgot she'd been going to say.

  It couldn't have been that important.

  At that angle, he couldn't get his fingers very deep, but that didn't matter. She could feel every drag in and out, and she was surrounded by Sven -- hot skin under her thighs, hard arms curving over her hip and around her back, hand cupping intimately over her, inside her. She pushed back against his hand and yes, there, that was a good spot. Elmira felt pinpricks of sweat break out across her body as heat rushed back in.

  Sven ducked his head, pressing a kiss under the corner of her jaw. He was being so quiet, she realized. Not that he was unaffected -- she could feel his breath rushing fast and harsh over her pulse, tiny hitches as he tried to catch it, and she knew it wasn't from holding her up like this; she'd seen Sven carry on entire conversations while lifting his entire body weight, and not miss a single breath.

  Without really thinking it through, she used his shoulders to brace, then hooked her legs up to wrap around his hips. Elmira pulled herself all the way to him, until his cock was trapped tight against his belly and she was pressed slick against the underside.

  That got her the noise she was looking for. Sven jerked against her, head dropping forward to rest on her collarbone.

  Elmira was still sensitive, but that sliding friction felt amazing. She closed her eyes, scratching her fingernails lightly up the nape of Sven’s neck as he thrust twice more against her, with deliberation.

  “God, that feels good,” she said. When Sven didn’t answer, she worried for a moment -- then realized he was just distracted. She followed his gaze down; Sven was watching his cock press between them, another slow slide down his length, leaving it wet and hard in the wake. She felt a hot spike of arousal through her belly, and involuntarily flexed her thighs, pushing against him. He hissed, and--

  “Okay, condom! Condom right the fuck now,” Elmira said. “ Let’s go.” She stopped herself short of snapping her fingers at him.

  Sven just pulled back and grinned at her for a second, the smug gorgeous bastard, and paused to kiss one of her nipples in a slow, wet tease.

  Then he performed a ridiculous maneuver to hold her up with his right hand while balancing both their weight on the left to move them up the mattress -- and that, ladies and gentlemen, was why Elmira liked watching him. Sven lowered her shoulders to the mattress, but when she began to unwind her legs, he pressed a light hand to her knee to keep her where she was.

  Her vision maybe went a little fuzzy when Sven leaned over to fetch a condom from the bedside table and combined the movement with a wicked little twisting hips thing, but she would never tell. It didn’t much matter in the face of Sven fumbling endearingly -if frustratingly- to get his cock properly covered.

  And then Sven was pushing inside her, and it was just the right side of too much and just fast enough.

  Elmira's head pressed back into the mattress as she arched up to him, tightening her legs to urge him on. Sven's hands curved around her thighs, and he dropped a kiss to her sternum, all the way inside her.

  Then he started moving, and Elmira loved that he didn't treat her like she was delicate. He would touch her like she was special, sure, like he was carefully loving the way she felt, but he never held back as if she might break or fall apart. It made her feel strong, and satisfied, and possessive.

  And it fucking felt amazing -- Sven was all control and power and raw need like this, like he couldn't stop or take it easy on her. He expected her to keep up, and she did.

  Elmira tilted her pelvis for a touch of space, breathing in sharply at the changing angle as she reached between them. She couldn't resist curling just one finger around his shaft as he thrust into her, and Sven swore appreciatively. She smiled, and moved on to her clit, slippery and hot under her fingers.

  The first touch made her gasp and clench tight around Sven’s cock. He didn’t make a sound this time, just pressed his face to her neck and began to move in shorter strokes, with all the power concentrated at the end, when he was fully inside her. Elmira slid one knee up the side of his ribs, and moaned when Sven pressed a hand against her inner thigh, spreading her wider for him. She worked her fingers faster against her clit, and felt herself fall past the point of no return.

  “Sven,” she choked out, and then all the air was stolen from her lungs as she came, too breathless to make a noise until she was coming down, sounds hitching out of her in gasps as she rode the aftershocks.

  She came back to coherence with Sven was still moving fast and hard into her, and starting to lose control at the edges of his movements.

  “Come on, come for me,” Elmira said softly, catching on the words she spoke right against his ear. She stroked her hand down his side, and pulled her other leg up to bracket his hips. “You feel so good, just like this,” and felt his whole body tense, pressing in for one final thrust as he came inside her.

  They stayed like that for a handful of breaths before Sven gathered himself enough to pull out, lowering her hips down. He rummaged in the drawer again for clean-up supplies, while Elmira star fished out in a stretch.

  Once everything necessary for their comfort was done, Sven collapsed onto his stomach beside her, then seemed to practically melt into the mattress. Elmira ran a hand down his spine. He felt boneless and easy and totally relaxed.

  “Wow, you really go mushy after sex. It’s impressive.”

  “Only after really great sex, actually.”

  “So--”

  “Elmira, I think you’re fantastic,” Sven interrupted, still somehow managing to sound as fervently sincere as usual despite mumbling into the sheets. “Please go to sleep now?”

  “We’ll see if you’re still saying that tomorrow morning,” Elmira replied, and was gratified to see Sven’s eyes pop back open for a second, before he groaned and buried his face in the pillow.

  “Jesus, you’re going to be the death of me.”

  “Just the little ones,” Elmira said smugly.

  Sven growled, reaching out to hook her around the
waist and pin her to the mattress with one arm. “Sleep now. Mouth later.”

  “Promises, promises,” Elmira said, and allowed herself to drift off to sleep, warmed by the satisfaction of getting the last word.

  Chapter 9

  Elmira heard the knock but absolutely did not want to move.

  “Come in!” She yelled from the comfortable place she had on her bed. She knew it was Sven anyway. It’s not like he was going to kill her.

  “Seriously? You need to lock your doors!” She could hear him from the doorway as he walked his way back to her room.

  “I knew it would be you.”

  “Doesn’t matter. You should lock your doors, Elmira. This is New York City.” Sven paused and looked at her tucked into her bed. “How are you feeling?”

  “I’ve definitely felt better. That’s for sure. I felt so miserable and listless I didn’t even get back up when I realized I had left my phone in the other room.”

  Sven chuckled as he sat down on her bed. “Well that would explain why you never called me back. I brought you some soup if you want it.”

  “Did you make it?”

  “Yes. My meeting ended early and I couldn’t get a hold of you. So I went home and threw something together.”

  “Well if you made it then of course I will eat it!”

  “Want me to help you to the lounge?”

  “Why can’t you just bring it in here? You know I love any excuse to eat in bed,” Elmira said as she curled further into her blankets as if to signal that she wasn’t moving.

  Sven shook his head and sighed. “Yeah, okay. I’ll go heat it up for you in the microwave.”

  “Hey! On your way back in, can you grab my phone for me? The world must be so concerned that I haven’t been on it in hours.”

  “Yeah I’m sure they are. This is unheard of. Considering you live tweeted your shower the other day.”

  “Hey! Your shower is the most phenomenal thing I have ever seen. Nobody can blame me for that. Okay? Stop calling my professionalism into question.”

  “Yes, Dear.”

  “Ugh, just go make me some soup.”

  “Yes, Dear,” Sven said with a chuckle.

  As he got back to her, he handed her the phone and then put down the bowl of hot soup. He knew better than to try to feed it to her.

  Elmira was clicking around on her phone when she saw a voicemail from Sven. “Oh I need to hear this. I want to hear the desperation in your voice when you couldn’t get a hold of me. You must have thought I’d died or something. This is gonna be good.” Then she clicked on the play button and tossed the phone down on the bed as she turned to the soup.

  As the sound started playing, she heard a very unconcerned Sven say, “Hey Elly, it’s me. I bet you’re asleep. Why else would you not answer your phone? Anyway, my meeting ended sooner than I expected. I’m on my way over with some soup for you. Call me back if you want anything else. Bye.”

  As she spooned hot soup into her mouth, she glared at Sven over the bowl.

  “Seriously? That’s it? I haven’t been at shows all day and you hadn’t heard from me in hours and that’s all the emotion you pour into that? I’m very disappointed, Sven. I thought I meant more to you,” Elmira said, trying to lay the guilt on pretty thickly.

  “Sorry, Babe. But it’s not like you’re dying of the plague or anything. You just caught some stomach bug. I promise you that if you were dying I would sound more distraught,” Sven said with a placating pat on her knee.

  “That’s really all I wanted.”

  “I’m glad.”

  “Ugh, I need to sit up more. Here, hold my bowl.” Sven grabbed the bowl of soup from her as she repositioned herself on her bed. As she was bracing herself, she tapped the next voicemail on her phone and it started playing for the room. Sven grabbed her phone out of her way as he heard a woman speaking through it.

  “Hello, Elmira. It’s your mother again. I know you said you were busy with the shows, but I just wanted to remind you that your father and I are throwing a party this coming Friday and we would really love to have you be there. It will be friends and family and people who know you and want to see you as much as we do. Please consider coming. You could even bring a friend if you needed to. Whatever gets you here to Brooklyn. Let me know, okay? Goodbye.”

  There was a long pause between the two of them. Sven shook her phone in his hand a little, as he asked, “What was that about?”

  “Eh. It’s nothing. Just a stupid party my parents are having. I can’t go though.”

  “Yeah, you don’t have a show to attend on Friday night. I remember because I just checked the schedule today.”

  “I just don’t want to go, Sven. Being on assignment is a good excuse for not going,” Elmira said, trying to end the conversation. Sven, for some reason though, wouldn’t let it go.

  “I’d go with you. You know, if you wanted me to. Your mom said you could bring a friend…”

  “That’s sweet. But no. Besides, I’m pretty sure she meant like Sascha or someone.”

  “What, do you not want me to meet your parents?” Sven laughed out. He stopped laughing when he saw the guilty appearing look on her face. “Elmira, do you not want me to meet your parents?”

  “What? No of course not, Sven!” Elmira replied, though not convincing him.

  “What other reason would you have for not wanting to go, though? Do you not get along with your parents? Is it me?”

  “No, Sven. It’s not you. It’s not. My family is just…I don’t know how to describe them to you. But I just don’t want to go and I definitely don’t want to go with you.”

  Sven seemed a bit taken aback by her phrasing. He decided to just drop it. She certainly wasn’t going to answer any of his questions. “Okay. But you know, sometime, I would like to meet your parents. It doesn’t have to be Friday, but at some point. I mean we are dating, aren’t we? And I do know that part of dating is meeting each other’s families. But I guess I get it. It’s too soon. How’s the soup?”

  Elmira sighed, realizing that Sven really was going to drop it. She took another bite of soup and licked her lips, smiling, “The soup is delicious.”

  Sven kissed her forehead before he moved to settle in beside her. When she finished eating, she curled into his side as they watched a movie on her laptop. Sven had no clue what was going on in it though. All he could think about was whatever it might be that Elmira wasn’t telling him.

  *****

  Sascha finally reappeared from her days long disappearance. Ever since she’d met Atalia she’d been MIA. She’d sent Elmira a vague text on the third day after Elmira had made five missed calls, to say that she was fine and that her friend shouldn’t worry. It wasn’t the first time that Sascha had gone off with some chick but it was the first time it had lasted so long.

  “Glad to see you’re alive,” Elmira called from the bathroom.

  “I’m more than alive! I’m fantastic.”

  Elmira could hear the happiness in her friend’s voice and couldn’t help the raised eyebrow. “Huh.” She said.

  “Huh is right.”

  “So Atalia huh?”

  “Atalia, Atalia, my love,” Sascha was performing pirouettes around the lounge area.

  “Wow. You gonna see her again?”

  Sascha stopped dancing to glare at Elmira, “I actually just came to get my clothes. Atalia and I are off to Paris.”

  “What?!?”

  “Yeah girl. Me and my gal are off to the city of lights.”

  “You cannot be serious. You just met her!”

  “And?”

  “Aaand…you don’t do shit like this. You don’t go off half cocked with some chick you hardly know…”

  “Don’t I though?” Sascha asked even as she was gathering her clothes that were strewn all over the place.

  “You don’t run off to Paris with them.”

  Sascha straightened up, “Look. Elmira. I know things are changing and it’s all scary and shit but me
and Atalia….man.” She flopped down on the couch, eyes dreaming, “She’s…”

  Her voice trailed off and she had a smile on her face. Elmira wasn’t sure she was even aware of it.

  “She’s…perfect.” Sascha sprang to her feet and resumed gathering her clothes, “We’re going to Paris. Deal with it.”

  “Wow. Ultimatums.”

  “Not ultimatums honey. Facts. I’m spreadin’ my wings and flyin’” Sascha spread out her hands to demonstrate.

  “But…my mom's havin’ a dinner party Friday! I was kinda relyin’ on you to come with me.”

  “Ask your big and tall. I’m sure he’d go.”

  “Yeah well I don’t think we're there yet. I wanna keep him as far away from my mom as possible.”

  “Why? You’re mother’s good people.”

  “Yeah but…”

  “But what?”

  “But Sven is kinda a white guy y’know?”

  “So what?”

  “I mean he’s a real white, white guy you know? Ain’t nothin’ hood about him at all.”

  “You afraid he won’t fit in?”

  “I know he won’t.”

  “So…what? You gonna hide him forever?”

  Elmira shrugged, “It’s a plan.”

  Sascha laughed, “The way you guys make googly eyes at each other…? I would not count on that plan.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because he’s not the kind who’s gonna wanna stay in the closet. I bet he already offered to go with you right?”

  Elmira shrugged and Sascha snorted in reply, “Toldja,” she said.

  “Is it just me or is this whole situation crazy?”

  “Crazier than college?”

  “Yeah, much crazier than college. You expect crazy things to happen. Keggers, one night stands…and that’s just you. But this. Meeting some guy…getting so close so fast…it’s real crazy. Goes for you too.” Elmira said throwing a glare at Sascha.

  “Maybe it’s something in the air at fashion week,” she said with a shrug, stuffing clothes into a bag, “Whatever it is, I’m gonna go with it.”