by Jacey Conrad
“Then you’ve got me,” she whispered, holding on tightly to his shoulders. “All of me.”
Andrey’s grin spread his face like light across water. He claimed her mouth, licking inside it as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He put her on the bed, following her down to the mattress, his mouth never leaving hers. Galina felt like she was going to combust from the heat of his mouth on hers, and from the delicious way his rough hands felt as they moved over her smooth skin.
She buried her hands in his hair, digging her fingers into his scalp as he made her wet with wanting. Gasping against his mouth, she raised her hips to rub along the length of him resting on top of her. He broke their kiss, groaning, “You feel so good.”
“Undress,” she said. “I want to feel your skin on mine.”
He grinned, skimming a hand over her breast. She arched up into his hand, feeling her pussy clench in anticipation. Andrey’s dark head lowered to her breast as he cupped it in his hand, pushing her peak up to his lips. Galina cried out, feeling spasms across all her nerves. His mouth lit a fire in her chest that spread to her clit. She throbbed, spreading her thighs so she could rub against his leg.
His tongue teased her nipple, laving the stiff flesh. He closed his mouth around it, capturing it in his teeth to worry at it lightly. Galina hissed, bucking against him, fingers grabbing fistfuls of his thick dark hair. Her fast breaths forced more of her breast against his mouth and he greedily devoured it with tongue and teeth.
Galina moaned, writhing against Andrey, wanting more, wanting everything he could give her. “Please, Andrey,” she begged, voice shaking. “Let me feel you.”
He pushed away from her so he could undress. He stripped quickly, and Galina watched greedily as more and more of his flesh was exposed to her wide eyes and desperate hands. He put a knee on the bed and Galina surged up from the bed to grasp his cock in her hand. She licked the sensitive head, then wrapped her mouth around him and sucked hard. His hips bucked against her as she took more of him into her mouth, her tongue pressing firmly against the underside of his sensitive shaft.
Galina shifted so she had unfettered access to him, and swallowed, feeling him go deeper. She opened her mouth wider, her lips stretching around him as his hardness scraped against the back of her throat. His length made it hard to breathe, but she was committed to this; she wanted to feel him at the back of her throat—to feel the ache and burn the next day. She’d heal quickly.
Andrey dragged in great lungsful of air as Galina sucked, her head bobbing up and down. She felt his hands on her head, guiding her but not holding her. She moved, her tongue tasting the salty taste of him as he swelled inside her. She couldn’t really use her tongue with this much of him down her throat but she did the best she could with her mouth.
He pulled out of her suddenly with a groan. Galina let loose, surprised, and wiped at her streaming eyes. “I want to come inside you,” Andrey murmured, pulling her up to sit on the bed.
Galina nodded enthusiastically. “Yes.”
“First, these need to go,” he ordered, pulling off her pants and underwear in one swoop and throwing them to the floor.
He pulled Galina to him, pressing her back against his chest. His hands splayed over her breasts, pinching and teasing as he licked at the back of her neck. She groaned as her sex swelled, feeling full and wanting. As one hand played with her nipple, the other crept down her stomach, fingers searching for her cleft. Galina spread her legs wider, crying out as his fingers rubbed over her clit, teasing the throbbing nub. “Andrey!” she gasped, moving against his hand, desperate for more friction, more sensation.
One finger plunged into her, burying itself in her folds. Galina ground down on his hand, already so wet and ready she ached. “Oh God,” she gasped, feeling her climax approach as Andrey’s finger pressed into her spot. Her knees trembled and she leaned against his strong chest. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold herself upright.
Andrey growled against her neck and pushed a second finger inside of her. “Please,” she keened, unable to do more than plead for release. In response, Andrey bent her down until she braced her hands on the blanket. He grabbed her hips, roughly lining himself up with her entrance and pushing inside her with one stroke.
Galina gave a strangled scream, thrusting her hips back against his to take him deeper as her walls spasmed around him. She shuddered out her release, jerking and gasping as Andrey pumped his hips against hers. His busy fingers kept teasing her clit, giving her no relief after her orgasm. She felt as if she’d been blown apart and put back together with the pieces in the wrong place.
“Jesus,” he whispered as he fell against her back, cock spearing her with his hard thrusts. “You feel fucking amazing.” He rolled his hips against hers, now holding her hips with both hands as he pistoned into her.
Galina turned her head so she could watch him, a wicked expression on her face as she watched him come undone. He buried himself in the heat of her, and she met his thrusts, their bodies moving in a primal rhythm.
She felt him swelling inside of her, his cock bulging against her walls as his flesh knotted. Galina’s eyes widened as she felt it happen. Andrey was knotting her. She shivered, feeling full like she never had before as his cock continued to grow inside of her.
He growled, a low rumble against her ear as he leaned forward, the mating drive taking hold of him. His fingers dug into the flesh at her hips as he yanked her even closer, until there was no space between them. One hand slid between her thighs, finding her clit and tweaking it, rubbing slow circles, then stroking it firmly with his thumb.
Galina bucked against his hand, against his cock, a low wail escaping from her lips as the tension once again built inside her. She was close to the edge, ready to spiral over it.
Andrey threw back his head and pounded into her one last time. Galina felt the heat of his come as it bathed her insides. He howled, hips still pulsing against her as another jet of come filled her. She felt it begin to run down her legs, and then Andrey ground his palm against her clit and she cried out as the force of another climax blew through her like a hurricane.
Her vision went gray and it took her a minute to come back to herself. She felt Andrey’s release still pulsing inside of her. He held her against him, one hand on her hip, the other braced against her stomach. Galina lolled her head back to rest against his shoulder, completely exhausted from the force of her orgasms and the events of the day. Andrey pressed kisses to the side of her neck, his body still shuddering through his climax. The sheets beneath them were soaked and would likely become more so before he was done.
He laughed softly, his hot breath brushing over her cheek. Their mingled juices ran down her thighs and still he pulsed inside her. Andrey nuzzled her neck. “You are the most perfect woman ever created,” he whispered. “Сладкая.”
She sighed. He’d called her his sweet again. She could get used to him saying that. “That’s a very nice thing to say, but it’s not entirely accurate.” She rubbed her cheek against his stubble, relishing the feel of him. “I’m a lousy housekeeper. And I may snore. You’ll have to tell me in the morning.”
Andrey chuckled, biting lightly at her shoulder. “So that means I get to spend the night?”
Galina wrapped her fingers around his hand, holding him tightly. “Well, since I’m tired and there’s no telling when we’ll unknot, I guess I can put up with you.”
“It’s a burden to bear, I’m sure,” he murmured, his mouth still on her neck.
She laughed. “I do make really good pancakes though.”
He squeezed her tightly and Galina sank into him, a part of her wishing they could stay like this, in this moment forever. Without her father, or Alexei, or Irina, or all of the family drama that came with being a Sudenko. Maybe with a little less come, but this was one of those times she wished would never end.
Andrey turned his head, eyes lighting on her clothes. “Nice pants, by the way,�
�� he said, nodding to her Stewie pajamas.
“Oh shut up.”
Galina woke, groaning at the sunbeam that hit her face. “Ungh.” She burrowed into her pillow, only cracking an eye open when she heard a deep chuckle next to her. “What’s so funny?” she asked, her voice hoarse from the carnal activities of the previous evening.
Andrey pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Are you always so articulate in the morning?”
She yanked the covers up over her head. “I’m sleepy and I have sex hair. Don’t be mean.”
Andrey’s loud laugh boomed out over her head. She tried to elbow him, but being wrapped in the blankets made it difficult to cause him any lasting pain. “Why are you waking me up?”
He ducked his head under the blankets, nuzzling her cheek with his nose. His fingers traced a warm line down her spine. He stopped at the small of her back and pressed his hand to the hollow there. Galina made a pleased sigh, arching into a stretch. His hand urged her to roll onto her side, and she did so, curling around Andrey.
“I believe you mentioned pancakes?” He took her earlobe in his mouth and sucked it gently.
“You woke me up because you’re hungry?” She draped a thigh over his and felt his erection press against her belly.
“Among other reasons.” Andrey’s voice was husky, his eyes a smoky blue.
She grinned, still sleepy. “I can think of one good reason and it’s poking at my stomach.”
His big hands came up and cupped her breasts, pushing them up into his mouth. Galina dropped her head back, inhaling sharply at the heat of his mouth on her quivering flesh. A coil of heat wrapped around her pelvis, making her move restlessly against him.
“What are you doing?” she asked softly.
“Saying good morning.” He lowered his head to her nipples, sucking one and then the other into his mouth.
Galina’s breath stuttered out in sharp gasps. Andrey’s tongue rasped across her sensitive flesh. He pulled his mouth off and then blew over the erect peaks, smiling as the skin dimpled and pebbled. “I’m fairly certain you have the most perfect breasts.”
She watched him from half-closed lids. “And I’m fairly certain that most men think any breast is perfect.”
Andrey smiled before biting at her nipple. He worried it in his teeth, making her arch and gasp. She felt her pussy spasm, leaving a trail of wetness on his leg as she moved up and down on him. “I’ve engaged in an exhaustive study of the female breast.”
“Do you have pie charts?” Galina asked, gasping on the last word as he sucked on the underside of her breast.
He nodded, his head moving heavily against her. His silvery eyes met hers. “And line graphs. I believe in being thorough.”
“I can tell,” she managed, before she lost the power of speech when he pushed the head of his cock inside of her.
He moved slowly, filling her inch by inch. When Galina tried to quicken the pace, he held her still. She lay on her back, legs wrapped around his waist, gasping as he speared her. She shook her head on the pillow, straining against his hands. “Andrey, please.”
He bottomed out, then pulled out just as slowly. He mouthed her breasts, his lips and tongue driving her closer and closer to the edge as his cock teased her lower lips. “What do you want?” There was a dark joy in his voice as he watched her flushed face.
“You,” Galina choked out. “All of you.”
“Your wish is my command.” His hips snapped forward, sheathing himself deep inside her in one stroke.
Galina shouted, her hips rolling against his as she tightened her legs around his waist. He pinched her nipples before he captured her mouth, swallowing her cries as the burn inside of her turned into a white hot conflagration. He broke off the kiss and placed his fingers into her mouth, urging her to suck.
He removed them. Andrey’s hand swept around her hips, lifting her up to get a better angle. Her eyes popped open when he slid a finger inside the puckered ring of her ass. She felt herself tighten around him and he urged her to relax. Galina dropped her head back. Andrey licked up the line of her neck, his stubble rubbing her over-sensitized skin.
“Andrey,” she managed to get out in a garbled voice, every fiber of her being so stimulated she thought she might die.
“Hmm?” He sounded inordinately pleased with himself. She would have smacked him if she had any muscle control left in her body.
“I…” She stopped as he changed angles and his cock bumped against her g-spot. She lost the capacity for words, having to resort to gasps and inarticulate mumblings as her body clenched, bowing her back as her walls tightened unbearably.
“Fuck!” Andrey cried out as her pussy gripped him, squeezing his cock through her orgasm. He picked up speed, chasing his own climax as his hips snapped into hers. Galina stared up at him blindly, almost insensate from the mind bending sex of the last twelve hours. He crashed into her, shouting her name, as he finally came.
Slowly Galina came back to herself. She felt like she was floating. Aftershocks rolled through her body, making her twitch and jerk. Andrey was a heavy weight on top of her, but she didn’t mind. He could lie on top of her all day long if it meant she could have sex like that again.
It was like he knew every cell of her body, like he’d gotten a Masters in the study of giving her orgasms. She threaded her fingers through the damp hair at his temples, content to just feel his breath against her, his chest rising and falling in time with hers. She wasn’t worried about how they’d get around his engagement to Irina, she wasn’t worried about Alexei or Papa or any of the other million things that were going wrong within the family.
Andrey was here. He was hers. And that was all that mattered.
“You’re smiling.”
She opened her eyes to find him propped on one elbow, watching her.
He looked delectable. His eyes were sleepy, the blue gleaming beneath heavy lids. His black hair hung in his eyes, tousled and messy. The lower half of his face was covered in dark stubble. His mouth was red from kissing her.
“I’m happy,” she told him.
A shadow passed across his face, taking the joy from his eyes. “We’re going to need to talk about your father. I can’t marry Irina.”
She felt a little leap in her chest at his words. Galina hadn’t expected him to go through with the wedding, especially after last night, but it still thrilled her to hear him say it. That made it more real somehow. She ran a hand across the stubble on his jaw. “I haven’t figured out how to get you out of that yet.”
“I’ll just tell him I don’t want to marry her.” He kissed her palm. “Now that I have the Bullet back, there’s nothing to repay.”
Galina shook her head. “You’ve already accepted. If you back out now, you’d insult him and cause a rift between the families.” She sat up against the headboard, wrapping her arms around his waist when he followed her up.
“Well, I can’t just pretend I’m interested in your sister.” He rubbed at her neck with one hand. “And we can’t let this drag out indefinitely. Ilya is already asking for a wedding date.”
She ran her finger through his hair as she ordered her thoughts. “Something else is going on for Papa to push your engagement so fast. I think he’s worried about Rina. Let me make arrangements to get her out of town before you break it off.”
“That still leaves Alexei. He’s the one who ordered the theft of my product in the first place.” Andrey’s voice had darkened, the threat implicit. “I don’t want to kill your brother, but he needs to pay for his actions.”
“I know. I’m not suggesting you not get retribution.” She shook her head. “I know how these things work.” She paused, thinking. “Let me talk to Papa. Maybe we can figure out a way so all parties are happy and nobody looks like a fool.” She sighed, stretching. “I should probably call Rina and see how the rest of her night went. And I need to have a serious talk with Viktor.”
“Why’s that?” Andrey ran a hand through her hair, curl
ing a lock of it around his fingers.
Galina sighed. “He’s endangering Rina—all of us really—but most especially her. You know we had an older sister, right?”
“I remember hearing something about it, but I was much younger.” He took her hand in his.
“It’s a long and sordid story, and Papa really doesn’t come out great in it. Let’s just say that she met and fell in love with the wrong man and Papa ended it for her.” Galina kept her voice light, but inside her stomach churned. She hadn’t known Elena very well, being a decade younger than her, but still she felt the loss of her.
“Where’s Elena now?” Andrey’s eyes narrowed. “I’ve never met her.”
“She’s dead.” When Andrey kissed her shoulder, she squeezed his hand tightly. “Now you see why I need to talk to Viktor.”
“I do.” He nuzzled her cheek with his nose. “And I am sorry.”
Galina blinked, feeling her sister’s loss more than she had in years. But there wasn’t time to wallow. “Thank you,” she murmured. Then, shaking off her mood, she pushed herself out of his arms. “We should get a move on.”
Andrey pulled the blankets off of them. “I suppose I have to let you out of bed at some point.” He offered her a hand up. “But you at least owe me pancakes.”
17
Let’s Dredge Up the Past, Shall We?
GALINA PULLED VIKTOR ASIDE as soon as she was able. “Let’s go for a walk,” she said, hand clamping down on his arm in a nonverbal cue that refusal was not an option. He looked at her, surprise registering on his elegant features before nodding.
They strolled around Irina’s large backyard. Galina hoped that their casual attitude would persuade Irina they were just having a business discussion, not the info-dump of family backstory she was going to drop on him for his own—and Irina’s—safety. Reaching the far end of the walled yard, she pulled Viktor down on a bench.
“There’s something you should know about Irina.” Galina shook her head. “Or really, about our sister Elena.”