by Kenya Wright
“I’m still. . .reviewing them.”
She crossed her arms across her chest. “It’s not like you to bring people along that you’ve just met.”
“Emily saved my life.”
“And the other two men?” she asked.
“They’ve saved her life. . .many times, which means they’re friends of mine for now.”
Her expression brightened. “This Harlem Crew has a lot of spunk.”
“Just don’t bother them.”
She smiled at me. “And what else does Emily mean to you?”
“I’ve already explained.”
“When I arrived, you were both in the bedroom together.”
I chuckled. “That is what a man and woman does sometimes, Valentina. They are inside of a bedroom together. I believe that’s how you got Natalya.”
“Are you in love with Emily?”
I grinned. “How can I be in love with someone that I’ve just met?”
“Something is happening with you, brother. You’re acting different.”
“A lot has happened, but nothing’s different.”
I hadn’t lied to my sister. In many ways I didn’t feel different, yet I had to admit that I acted out of character. It wasn’t like me to travel with any woman, especially in such a chaotic time.
“Are you in love with Emily?”
“How can I be in love with someone that I’ve just met?”
“Something is happening with you, brother. You’re acting different.”
Maybe my sister had a point. Still, I wasn’t ready to think about it. Granted, I’d never been so consumed by any woman before. I didn’t even know the last time I really looked at a woman when she didn’t have my cock deep down her throat.
“A lot has happened, but nothing’s different”
In fact, I probably did lie to Valentina, but I would never admit it to her or anyone else. Emily had called to me from the very beginning. Perhaps she was meant to be mine one day. Since a kid, I’d always had a talent for trapping mice.
This mouse won’t be easy to catch.
New York was supposed to be about Rumi and a possible oncoming war. Instead, I’d. . .fallen into something. Lust. Obsession. Desire. I couldn’t point to it, but I was deep into the shit of it. After having Emily, I yearned for her more than ever before. My need was beyond comprehension and hard to describe, but still it burned thick inside of my soul.
Emily pulled me out of my thoughts. “Do you fly a lot?”
“Always. . .at least, when I’m allowed in that country.”
“I doubt you would let a little travel ban stop you.”
I smiled. “This is true.”
Emily and I walked out of the private gate exit and onto the airplane. The whole time, I held her hand, unable to not touch her. With each step, her fingers shivered against mine.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as we got to the stairs leading to Natalie’s plane.
“I’ve never been on a plane before.”
“You’ll be with me the whole time.”
Emily widened her eyes. “Will that be enough, when we’re up in the air?”
“Well, if you’re feeling edgy, I can definitely think of ways to knock the edge off.”
“I hate that I admitted that to you.” She blushed. “You’ll never stop saying that.”
“I just enjoy knocking the edge off.”
She sighed. “Me too.”
We climbed onto the plane.
I got in front to lead the way. She must’ve thought that we would sit in the main area with everyone else, but I had other plans.
The tailor had finally finished. The suit fit right and had a silky texture. My sister always knew how to save the day.
“Thank you for giving me a ride,” I said to Valentina.
She walked around me, checking out my suit. “How can I say no, when you bought me the plane in the first place?”
“It’s still nice.”
The plane had been a sore spot for everyone. It made most jealous, especially Sasha.
It’s probably why he decided to kill me. Didn’t I buy her the plane over a year ago?
When Valentina had announced her pregnancy and that she was carrying my first niece, I had to buy her a plane and make sure my niece and her had no excuse to not visit me in Russia.
The cost was ungodly—running around eighty million—but it was for Valentina after all. A Gulfstream G660. Twenty-thousand cubic feet of luxury cabin space. Designer outfitted. Comfy leather chairs that reclined all the way back for sleep. Plush couches. Large windows to bring in plenty of natural light. Two televisions. A dining area. Two bathrooms, one with its own walk-in shower. The other was a private bathroom connected to a master suite with a large bed.
My sister finished her assessment of my suit and nodded at the tailor. “Thank you.”
The man gathered his items. His helpers got the rest.
Minutes later, they exited Emily’s place.
I smoothed the front of my jacket. “I must also ask you for another favor, Valentina.”
She quirked one eyebrow. “What, Kazimir?”
“I want your bedroom for the flight.”
She smirked at me as if she knew a wicked secret. “And will your Emily be joining you in there?”
“Yes.”
“Interesting. Did you know that I have cameras in the room? I’ll have to get them shut off.”
“No, just give me the tapes.”
She shook her head. “You should be focused on Sasha—”
“Can I use your bedroom for the trip?”
“Of course, you can, Kazimir. Who would say no to you?” She sighed. “You’re going to fall for this Emily, and then things will really get interesting. I’ve never seen you in love.”
“You’re getting too excited.” I left her there, but muttered under my breath, “I just want to. . .explore her.”
On the plane, I guided Emily forward. Rustling and movement sounded behind me. Everyone else was probably climbing on too.
Excitement covered Emily’s face as she took in every luxurious detail. “This is. . .a stunning plane.”
I squeezed her hand. “Not bad for your first flight?”
“Not bad at all.”
I led her past the main cabin.
“Where are we going?” Emily asked.
“We’ll be in my sister’s bedroom. It’s about ten hours to Prague. I assumed you would want to lay down and be comfortable.” I opened the door to the bedroom.
She slowly walked in. “You also thought that since I would be super nervous about flying, I may need you to knock the edge off?”
“I did plan for that.” I shut the door. “And you did promise me another and another time. How many anothers did we say?”
She blinked. “I don’t remember. I was too busy coming over and over.”
“Hmmm.”
She didn’t sit down on the bed.
Instead, we stood in front of each other.
She turned her head to the right and spotted her painting leaning against the wall. “How did you get that back?”
“My sister met with Sasha last night for dinner. She went into my room and took the painting with her, probably telling Sasha that she wanted something to remind her of me.”
A huge smile spread across Emily’s face.
“What else is on your mind?”
She turned her attention away from the painting. Her expression went back to serious. “The FBI agent. Who is she?”
I was wondering when you would ask.
“She’s been trying to catch me for years, but as you can see, it’s never worked out.”
“Have you ever. . .had sex with her?”
Shocked, I shook my head. “What made you ask that?”
“The FBI agent looked annoyed that I was around you and that we were holding hands.”
But were you jealous, little mysh?
“It doesn’t matter what annoys her,” I said. “She’s
been trying to catch me for ten years. I’ve become an obsession for her. I’m sure, when she heard I’d died, she had no idea what else she would do with her life.”
Grinning, Emily said, “She did look happy to see you alive, but. . .and I know you may not want to tell me—”
“No, we keep no secrets between us. You and I will always know everything about the other.”
Emily raised her eyebrows. “Are you working with the FBI?”
“In some ways. A large part of my organization deals with weapons. That would mean I have contacts with many people the FBI would love to grab.”
“Terrorists?”
“Yes. Terrorism has ranked higher on the FBI’s to-do list, surpassing international organized crime.” I took off my jacket and set it on the chair. “And lucky for Mrs. Stein, I happen to dislike terrorists. There’s so many more ways to spend your time.”
“So, you’ve given the FBI some terrorists?” she asked.
“I have.”
“Who?”
“The big ones.”
“And so, they leave you alone, when you fly into America?”
“Yes, and they leave me alone with a lot of things.” I stalked over to her. “But. . .leaving me alone is a nice term for the FBI and my situation. Mainly, they promise not to get in my way, and I try not to kill them, when they do.”
“It sounds like a very tricky relationship.”
“It is.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and drew her to me. “It’s like ours.”
“How are we tricky, Kaz?”
I couldn’t help, but growl from the nickname. “Tol'ko vy mozhete pozvonit' mne, chto.”
She blinked. “Damn it. What did you say? It sounded so sexy.”
“I said that ‘Only you can call me that.’”
She blushed. “Kaz?”
“Yes, mysh. Only you can call me Kaz.” I kissed her, sucking on that bottom lip. “Only you can say it.”
She leaned away from me. “But, how are we tricky?”
“I don’t think either one of us knows what we’re doing with the other.”
“My excuse is that I have no experience with things like this. I don’t mess with a guy more than once.” She shrugged. “It’s easy that way.”
“Unfortunately, I won’t be easy.” My jaw clenched. “And I want it more than once.”
“As you’ve shown. . .over and over.” She licked her lips.
“This will be tricky.”
Emily stepped away from my arms. “It doesn’t have to be. We could establish rules and be careful.”
“No. I would break the rules with you.”
She bit her lip.
“Take off your clothes and lay down on the bed.”
She swallowed.
“We’ll be leaving soon, and this is your first flight. I want you to come, right as the plane rises into the air.” I stepped close to her, giving us no space between each other.
Erotic heat radiated from her sexy frame. “That sounds like a good plan.”
“Before you’ll know it, we’ll be in Prague.”
“But that’s not Russia.”
“We have things to do there.”
“What?”
“That is not important.” I zipped down her leather jacket. “This is what’s important.”
Asking no more questions, she watched me undress her. With each item, I took my time. The material of her clothes didn’t compare to the softness of her skin. I was crazy to have her flesh beneath my fingers.
Chatter ensued beyond the door as the rest of our crew got into their seats. Things slammed shut or banged against each other. It could’ve been the crew loading the luggage. I didn’t care.
Emily stood before me like a present begging to be unwrapped and cherished.
Most of her clothes dropped to the floor. I let Emily keep her bra and panties on. They were black lace and silk—perfect and ready to be ripped off.
Grunting, I whispered, “My little mysh.”
She remained still. Sweet patience decorated her face, yet hot desire blazed within in her eyes.
“You want this cock?”
Her voice came out as a whisper. “Yes.”
“Hmmm.” I licked my lips. “Today, I decided that I want to own your smiles.”
She widened her eyes.
“I didn’t like you smiling at Maxwell, before we got on the plane.” I shrugged. “But, I understand your relationship with him, so I. . .”
How could I explain without scaring her?
She finished the sentence for me. “So, you didn’t roar.”
Clever wording.
My cock hardened. “Yes. So, I didn’t roar.”
“I don’t want to make you roar, but. . .” She looked unsure of what to say next.
I guessed. “But, you won’t be caged?”
“I won’t.”
The pilot must’ve turned the engine on because the floor vibrated under my feet.
“I understand, Emily.”
She sighed in relief.
“But.”
She raised her eyebrows.
“But, what if the cage was around the globe?” I leaned my head to the side. “Wouldn’t you feel less trapped?”
Her expression shifted to neutral. “That hypothetical scares me. I would rather you just fuck me, instead of ask those questions.”
“Hmmm.” I stepped close to her. Barely an inch lay between us. Through the black bra, her hard nipples sat on top of her perky breasts. Her body screamed a promise of delicious passion, and I couldn’t wait to feast. It took everything in me to not move so fast and stuff my cock into right there.
I touched her hips and slipped my hands along her curvy frame.
Sighing, she closed her eyes as I tiptoed my fingers up to her breasts. “Kaz.”
Unable to keep myself calm after she whispered that name, I devoured Emily’s mouth, and carried her to the bed. “I need to be inside you.”
“Please.” Her hands went to my shirt and yanked at the buttons, snatching the thread from them.
I hurried out of my jacket right as she tore away the rest of my shirt. “Valentina is going to lose it when she sees that newly tailored shirt in pieces.”
“You started it.”
I raised my eyebrows. “When?”
“You ripped away my bra with your teeth.”
“I did?”
“You did.”
“Hmmm. Was it like this?” I lowered down to her cleavage. Moaning, she arched her breasts up to meet my mouth. It took no time to capture the center of the bra with my teeth and tear it away. Those lovely mounts jiggled free from the binding black lace, exposing everything to me. Her hard nipples pointed my way. A second later and my mouth was on her, lapping and licking.
Moaning, she gripped the sheets on the bed.
Once I’d gotten a taste of her, I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.
“Oh, mysh.” I shifted from her breasts to that lovely mouth.
My body blared with need. I reached between us, undid my pants, and took out my cock. The whole time, my mouth remained on hers. I didn’t break our kiss as I pushed her panties to the side.
How did I live this long without fucking her?
Sex with her was like breathing, and I was desperate to inhale and exhale every inch of her body. Without thinking, I thrust deep my cock deep inside her, hard and fast, swallowing her sexy moans with my kisses.
Her pussy was soaking wet. I slid in and out of her with ease. She must’ve been dripping the entire time we’d been talking. I gripped Emily, unable to be as gentle as before. All I could do was feed my desire and pound deep into her. And I did. Holding her in place, I gave her every thick inch of me, pumping and thrusting. With every stroke, she shrieked so loud, everyone else on the plane must’ve heard.
“Kaz.”
“Say it again.”
She gripped my shoulders. “Kaz.”
My thrusting shifted to longer, slower shoves. I lean
ed back a little to watch her breasts bounce as I fucked her. “Look at what I’m doing to you.”
She lifted her head and directed her gaze to where I pierced her. My cock slipped in and out of that wet pussy. The very view had me close to coming all over her.
It was in that moment that I realized I wore no condom.
“Fuck.” I slipped out of her. “We forgot.”
“What?” An exasperated breath left her lips. “Forgot what?”
“The condom.”
She hit my chest. “I don’t care. Just fuck me.”
“Suddenly, you don’t care?” I grinned and pressed the throbbing point at her opening. “Hmmm. I do like my cock covered with you.”
“Fuck me hard, Kaz.” She moved one hand to where we were joined, touching my cock as it met her opening. “Please. Don’t make me beg.”
My body burned with insanity. Every cell yearned to have us back inside of her. But she didn’t need to know how much she could tame me.
“I think I would love to hear you beg.”
She pouted. The expression looked so foreign on her.
I rubbed the tip along the opening. “Play with your clit.”
With pleading eyes, she moved her hand higher and toyed with that button. Hunger ripped from her throat.
“Oh, yes. Let me watch you get off.” I pushed my cock into that sweet pussy, trying to tease her. But it was a lackluster approach. I couldn’t even stop myself as I slipped in and out of her. And then she forgot her clit as she took my pounding, groaning with desire as I stuffed her with me.
I leaned down, sucked her nipple into my mouth, and then grazed the sensitive point with my teeth. The move set us both on edge. At this pace, I’d be damn close to spilling cum all over her.
I held her still and thrust deeply, adjusting my angle. She went crazy, putting her arms up behind her and grabbing the edge of the bed as I drove into her.
“Oh, Kaz. Don’t stop.”
“If you didn’t want to be caged, you should’ve never given me this pussy.” I reached down and rubbed her throbbing clit, giving her the pressure she needed. With my cock encased in that lush heat, I wouldn’t last much longer. I pinched her nipple with my other hand, rocking into her wet, creamy center.
Her breaths shifted to pants and her pussy clenched around my cock, milking the fuck out of me. “I’m close.”
“Oh, come for me, Emily. Show me how much you love this cock.”