“What the hell just happened back there?” I’m trying my best to act like I’m tough and not afraid to stand up to him, although there’s no way I could. I’m sure he knows it. And standing was getting even more difficult with the sand under my feet and my inner thighs shaking from the attraction. He says nothing, just keeps walking. “Vasily! We could have gotten in big trouble back there, or even worse…hurt.”
He turns quickly, his gaze shooting daggers right through me. He grabs the side of my forearms as he towers over me. “You think I let anyone hurt you?” His sentence construction is off and for the first time his Russian accent clearly comes through. He’s emotional right now, and I know I’m getting an honest, spontaneous reaction.
“I just…”
I watch as his body seems to calm right in front of my eyes, as if he heard his accent just like I did and now he’s quickly righting the ship. But he says nothing more. He just stares at me with those eyes that are not helping me stay angry at him.
“That guy was a coward. Only a coward does something like that to a woman…trying to corner her. And maybe as a coward he and his friends might try and do something as we left the place, but they’d try to do it to me, not you.”
“You don’t know that. I was right there next to you.”
“My eyes are always on the lookout, especially when it comes to your safety.”
I gasp a little as his grip on my arm tightens on the word safety and then he lets up a little. His body has moved even closer to mine, or is it me shuffling my feet in the sand to get closer to him?
“There was no way I was going to let him get away with that…not with you especially, and hopefully that stops him from trying that nonsense with other women too.”
“I don’t think it might. I think it will.”
“Good,” he says abruptly. “Then I did my job as a man.”
“What do you mean as a man?” I know the answer but for some reason I just want to hear it. Maybe it’s because of my past and because no one could protect my family when we needed it most. I don’t know, but I know I’m ready for his reply.
“Anyone who is my friend, or my woman, or someone I consider one of mine will always be safe. I guaran-fucking-tee it. And there was no way I’d ever sit back and let someone act that way to one of my own, family or not. I should have broken him in half right there for everyone to see.”
Something about his words makes me feel more pleasure than I’ve felt in a long time. I feel stronger, taller, and tougher just by association…just from Vasily’s words and being so close to him.
And just like he’s so confident of protecting what’s his I know there is no other way than to be honest about how I view him. I want him to be mine, but I’m also an F.B.I. agent to be if I don’t muck this whole thing up.
“I can take care of myself. You don’t have to fight my battles for me.”
“I believe you, but why would I ever take that risk? The best battle is the one that never happens, and that’s exactly what did just happen. Nothing. That guy got scared shitless and hopefully learned his lesson and at the end of the day I did nothing wrong. More importantly all those people who saw that, who saw you,” he continues, his grip tightening on me again when he talks about people seeing me, “know not to ever bother you again…because you’re mine.”
“Yours?” I quickly jerk my head and try and bring the conversation back to where it was. I don’t want this to happen again in the future and we need to address it now. “That guy had on pastels and although tall I’m sure he would have crumbled like a house of cards if I kneed him in the groin.”
Vasily does something I’m totally not expecting. He releases his grip all together…and laughs. He raises his hands in the air as if to say he surrenders. “You’re one tough cookie. I’ll give you that, but you’ve got to give me the chance to be your man when the time calls for it.”
“My man?”
“I don’t believe in dating, not in the traditional sense. I knew from the moment I saw you that you were mine.”
“Since the moment you saw me? What is this some sort of instalove over the top story that’s playing out in your head? That doesn’t exist in real life, and certainly not with a brute like you.”
He steps back in, getting close. “I’m a brute so I can protect you. I don’t lift weights and train my body in that way to be on the cover of some stupid magazine. I train to be ready to protect my woman, to fight, to defend her honor, and to one day protect my family.”
“Your family?”
“The one I’m going to have with you,” he says. Without delay he leans in and claims my mouth with his and I feel my inner thighs wobbling even more than before, as my head spins from the pure joy and I feel myself having an out of body experience…and losing all control means I’m just about to fall to the sand.
CHAPTER 10
Vasily
Hearing my own words when I told her I was going to have a family with her made every possessive and protective bone in my body rage for her. Just knowing I was going to put a baby in her belly sent my lips right to hers, claiming her on the spot so she knows the seriousness of my words, the truth of my desire.
Amanda has consumed my thoughts since the first moment I saw her and I know that isn’t about to change. I don’t want it to change either. Maybe it was my masculine Russian heritage, or my upbringing…or more accurately my lack thereof. I really don’t know. All I know is I want her with every ounce of my flesh and bone, and I’ll fight to the death to be with this woman.
There’s no point in wasting anymore time. I’m not getting any younger and I want to spend every day in the future with her. She is my future, my everything, even though we haven’t known each other long. All that matters is I know she is mine. And I know it’s not some passing desire that’s here today and gone tomorrow. It’s everything. She’s my everything. And she will soon be my family, officially.
I scoop her up in my arms and we immediately make our way toward a lifeguard tower which is no more than twenty yards away. I climb the flat, incline ramp to the door only to find it locked.
“Aren’t I heavy?”
“You’re light as a feather. The only thing that’s heavy is my breathing right now and it has nothing to do with carrying you. I haven’t got it under control since that first moment I saw you from the window. My heart has been beating out of my chest, sending blood straight to my member, and now it’s time to do something about it before we both explode.”
I kick open the door, hearing the Master Lock snap from the hinges.
I carry her to the small platform that’s just below where the opening is, but the opening is closed.
Finding a board that’s likely meant for just this purpose, I open it slightly so we can get some air. The last thing I want is for another person to see us, or the beach patrol to notice us and call the cops. If they came now they’d have to take me down with their weapons, because the hunger I have for her is completely unstoppable.
I make quick work of my shirt, pulling my arms through the sleeves and lifting her perfect globes up off the wooden surface, sliding my shirt underneath.
“What are you doing? You’re going to ruin it.”
“I’m going to ruin you, forever. Once you take what I’m about to give you you’ll know no other man can ever compare and you’ll be mine once and for all.”
“Vasily, this is crazy. This is…insane!”
“I’m insane,” I say, looking down at her and seeing the fear mixed with excitement in her eyes. I can’t even imagine how animalistic I look right now, but I know I damn sure look crazed. And just like the animal that I am it’s time to take what I want.
I slide one hand underneath her head. The feel of her golden locks on my skin makes my dick twitch in my trousers to a point where I know I’m already close…damn close. I’m like a fucking fifteen year old right now…and it’s all because of her and what she does to me.
I lean in quickly, and claim
her mouth again as I move her body with my other hand, repositioning her for what’s to come.
Her…in buckets.
“I…I just have to tell you something,” she whimpers into my mouth.
“Nothing. There’s nothing you can say that will dissuade me or stop me,” I growl, continuing to taste her sweet lips.
“I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Good,” I grumble, uninterested in anything other than devouring her.
“No,” she says moving her face away from mine. “As in nothing. I don’t have any experience of any kind.” Her face jerks to the side and I see her grit her teeth. She looks nervous, shy, and slightly embarrassed.
“Are you…embarrassed by that?”
Her head nods slowly.
I grip her chin with my finger and thumb, turning her face towards mine.
“Don’t you ever be embarrassed for waiting. Don’t you ever be embarrassed for being perfect, for having patience, and making this moment and every one that will come after it more special because of your discipline…your ability to wait until you found the perfect mate. You understand me?”
She nods into my fingers and I want all those negative thoughts about her lack of experience to go away right fucking now. She shouldn’t feel like this. She doesn’t deserve to feel like this.
“You have to believe me. Knowing that I’m going to be your first, and your only…” My back straightens as my nostrils flare. “Means every fucking thing.”
I lean in and claim her again and her hands find my face as she pulls my mouth into hers.
My hand finds the outside of her thigh as I slide up her leg, feeling her soft, creamy skin as the underside of her dress brushes along the back of my hand.
“I like your skin on mine,” she says in-between our oral claiming madness.
“Then you’re really going to like my mouth on you.” I step back and grab her ankles, sliding her to the edge of the platform thing she’s sitting on inside the lifeguard tower until her ass is at the end.
One hand slides up the inside of her thigh and I watch her legs quake. “Not yet. Not until I say so,” I pause, squeezing her leg to take her mind off the release she’s so close to having and wants so damn badly…almost as much as I want to taste it. Taste her. Take her in my mouth.
When I reach her panties I hook two fingers underneath the fabric, feeling her dampness even inches away from her opening. My stomach tightens and my teeth grind as I slide the lacy cotton away.
Even with the lack of light my eyes can focus perfectly on the treasure between her thighs.
I swear I can see her clean-shaven pussy glistening in the dark, calling me to come and take her moisture, drink it up, and replace it with moisture of my own…my mouth and my come.
I slide her panties toward me, bringing her ankles together and making her heels click like the princess that she is as I slide them off her feet.
“The heels stay on. And these go in,” I say, carefully sliding her panties into my pocket, “safe keeping forever. I want to remember this moment…pull these out of an airtight box every day for the rest of my life and remember your smell, your scent, your perfection, the first time I took you in…all of you. Before you took me in.”
I run my fingers over her panties inside my pocket before opening her legs wide.
“Those panties of yours are so feminine, so delicate, so beautiful…just like you.”
Without taking my eyes from hers I kneel down, my knees finding the floor as my eyes find her pussy.
If she was wet before, then she’s drenched now.
I can feel my cock jerking in my damn pants, the pre-come on the tip of my dick already marking the fabric.
I slide in between her legs, feeling them shake as she tries to open them even wider…for me.
“Relax, beautiful. Tonight is all about you. I got this, because I got you.”
I kiss the inside of her knee before slowly working my way up her thigh, alternating between licks, nibbles, and sucks as I take in the taste of her soft flesh against my lips…against my tongue.
I continue moving up until I’m so damn close to her pussy I can taste it already. As much as I want to dive in, I take my time, taking in her sweet scent, before finally I can’t resist anymore and I suck her labia into my mouth one at a time.
My eyes close as I moan, taking in her flavor, her taste, her perfection.
Her lips down below are just as mind blowing as the ones that make up her mouth, and I want to devour them both all day every day.
Her fingertips find my scalp as she moans, the echo bouncing around the lifeguard tower and hitting me right in the chest.
I curl my tongue and flip her nub with the tip, feeling her shiver into my mouth as her warm juices try and run down my chin, but I’m too damn fast. I suck them in knowing there’s no way I’m letting a single drop of her perfection find anything other than my stomach.
“Vasily. I’m…I’m right there.”
Hearing her say my name as her fingertips grind into my skull has me right fucking there too. I moan into her opening before I send my tongue in deep.
Just as I go to raise up two fingers to slide inside her she releases onto my face, her hips bucking wildly as her cunt clamps down on my tongue turning it into a red carpet on which her fountain slides right into my mouth.
I growl and feel every muscle in my body flex like I’m the angriest son of a bitch in the world, but that’s the irony…I’ve never been happier. Never.
My hands slide under her ass, palming her globes as I tip her hips back as she bucks wildly against my face, lathering it with her come.
Her climax continues as she paints the middle of my head with her wild convulsions until she starts flinching to the side, covering the entirety of my face with more juices than I thought humanly possible.
Finally her body stills and I run two fingers and my thumb over my face, wiping it clean before I slide my fingers inside my mouth.
“Taking. Every. Drop. Of. You.,” I say as I stand, unbuckling my belt as I slide my body closer to hers.
Fuck, I’m not even going to last a damn second right now, but I don’t even care. It’s better that way anyway. It just makes it that much sooner that she’s filled with my seed and pregnant with my child.
“Sir! Hands in the air. Hands in the fucking air. Miami P.D.!”
I grip her hips tighter, claiming her instantly and automatically at the sound of another man’s voice. Without thinking I slide her dress down, covering her, not that they’ve seen anything yet. My big body blocks their view entirely.
“Hands in the air or we’re dropping you! Now!”
I slowly lift my hands, pissed that I’m not armed or able to fight back. I’d knock this asshole out and finish what I started if he didn’t have a badge and a gun.
“Turn around. Slowly.”
I reluctantly agree, knowing if I die I won’t get what I want more than anything…the woman who’s just inches from me.
“Do you have a weapon sir? Are you armed.”
“No,” I growl, through gritted teeth as I turn to face them.
The light of one of those ridiculously high beam police officer lights hits me and I’m immediately blinded.
“He’s got a weapon!” the officer yells.
What the fuck?
“I don’t have a weapon,” I repeat slowly, but firm as fuck. I don’t need to escalate this highly emotional and potentially violent standoff.
“It’s not a weapon, Sergeant,” I hear a woman’s voice say, although I can’t see her at all.
“It’s right there in his fucking pants!”
“It’s his…uh hum,” she says, clearing her throat.
A moment passes and I can only imagine what the fuck is going on down there.
“Is there a woman with you sir?”
“Not a woman. My fucking woman…officer.”
The light slides down to the sand, and it takes me a few seconds b
efore my vision comes back.
“Ma’am. Are you okay in there?”
“Yes. Thank you. You can leave now,” Amanda says.
“We need to check your ID first, to make sure everything’s okay.”
“ID? What kind of degenerate asshole do you think I am?”
“Not you, sir. It’s a mandatory thing.”
As pissed off as I am right now I try not to take it personal. What they’re doing is the right thing, a good thing. I’m just pissed it’s happening to me.
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