“It is,” Russell said, sitting down. He and his brother exchanged a glance. He looked back at Svetlana. “There’s something we wanted to talk to you about.”
Chapter Seven
It was probably the wine, either the second bottle or the third, but the rest of the night seemed to pass in a blur. The three laughed, told stories, laughed some more, and then retired to the porch to enjoy the crisp night air. They started a bonfire in the front yard, and Svetlana was, once again, reminded fully how lucky she was that she had been chosen by Russell and that she got to live in this magnificently beautiful place.
She walked into the kitchen to prepare a snack, walking carefully to make sure she didn’t stumble into anything; she knew the wine was going to her head. She was standing at the refrigerator looking for some chocolate when she felt arms encircling her waist, and soft, warm lips touch her neck.
“Russell,” she whispered, squeezing his hands on her middle and turning her cheek to his.
“No,” Raymond said. “It’s me.”
Svetlana twisted to look at the man touching her and knew it was Raymond not because she saw him, but because she saw Russell standing to her immediate right, smiling.
He locked eyes with her and moved to kiss her. Suddenly overwhelmed, she leaned into her kiss with Russell. “What’s going on?” she asked quietly, speaking each word slowly. Drinking tended to push her accent hard and she wanted to be understood.
“I love you, Svetlana,” Russell said. “And I want to explore this idea with you… and with my brother. There’s no one in the world I love and trust more.”
“What idea?” she asked.
Wordlessly, Russell took Svetlana gently by the shoulders and turned her to face Raymond, who kissed her. She found herself kissing him back, still confused, but feeling her brain moving quickly as she put the pieces into place. She reached behind her for Russell, who pressed against her. As she pressed deeper toward Raymond, she felt the hardness of Russell’s cock pressing into her buttocks, his hands on her hips. She moved her hands to Raymond’s shoulders, and Russell moved his hands up the front of her body under her sweater to her breasts, cupping them in his hands. She felt her nipples harden immediately and gasped when he pinched her nipples simultaneously between his index and middle fingers of each hand.
Russell led the trio into his bedroom. They moved as if they were one entity, Svetlana serving as the connection between Russell and Raymond. In the bedroom, Raymond stripped off his jeans and Svetlana’s eyes widened at the girth of his erect cock; it was even larger than Russell’s, which she hadn’t thought possible. She smiled and looked at Russell. He nodded, and she climbed onto the bed with Raymond. He laid on his back and she began to stroke his cock with her hand while she bent over him, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. He groaned and reached for the back of her head, pulling her more on top of him. She took him deeply into her throat, letting the back of her jaw relax as she sucked and stroked him. She heard Russell behind her taking off his clothes, and she positioned herself above Raymond, straddling him on her knees.
Russell hiked her skirt up to her waist, exposing her smooth, round ass to him. She’d worn a slinky black g-string, and, with one quick snap, Russell tore it from her body. He lightly stroked the pussy flesh between her legs. She could tell from the air around her that she was wet; the space alternated between tremendous heat and mild cool as the breeze from Russell’s movement glided across her pussy. She arched her back, inviting him.
She felt him enter her in one, smooth stroke. He put his hands on her hips to stabilize himself and began to thrust against her, his thighs smacking lightly against her ass as she continued to swirl her tongue around the engorged head of Raymond’s cock. All three of them moaned in harmony, each contributing their aroused pleasure to the group.
“Oh fuck,” Raymond groaned. “Oh fuck, that feels so good!”
“She’s brilliant with that mouth of hers,” Russell said, giving her an affectionate slap on her ass as he continued to push into her. Svetlana clenched her vaginal muscles and Russell moaned loudly. “Fuck, and she’s brilliant with her pussy, too…” He stopped talking and focused on the rhythm of thrusting with Svetlana.
“I’m close,” she said, pulling her mouth away from Raymond’s cock. “Keep moving on me, just… like… that… oh my God!” Her orgasm surprised her both in its onset and its force. She accidently glided her teeth over Raymond’s cock, and his cum flowed into her mouth as he groaned, his hips mechanically thrusting upward into her mouth. Russell finished out the trio, cuming into Svetlana in a few long bursts of climax. When he was finished, he gently pulled out and Svetlana rolled to the side. Russell sat at the foot of the bed, and Raymond laid, spread out, on the bed.
“My fucking God,” Russell said, panting. “That was—”
“Beyond…” Raymond gasped.
“Amazing,” Svetlana finished. She was the first to catch her breath. She pulled her skirt back down to where it belonged, and basked in the remaining tendrils of her orgasm.
Chapter Eight
The ceremony took place a year later, with Raymond as the best man to his brother and his beautiful bride, Svetlana. Svetlana was beautiful in her gown that had been hand-sewn by Barbara, the wife of the owner of the general store in town. All of the residents of the town had taken a shine to Svetlana, whom they called the Bicycling Beauty.
“Where will you honeymoon?” Barbara asked the couple at the reception.
“We’re thinking possibly California,” Russell said. “Or maybe New York City. That’s where Svetlana flew into when she first came to America, and she didn’t get as much time as she wanted. She wants to see the Statue of Liberty.”
“Ah,” Barbara said, “it’s a beautiful sight!”
Russell put his arm around Svetlana. “Nothing is more beautiful than my lovely Svetlana.”
“Absolutely true,” Barbara said, and leaned in to hug Svetlana.
“What’s happening here?” Raymond asked, walking up with a bottle of champagne and four glasses. He poured a glass for each of them and they toasted.
“To the beautiful couple,” Barbara said.
“To everlasting love,” Svetlana said.
“To family,” Russell said.
“To Svetlana,” Raymond said.
And the four clinked their glasses. Raymond made eye contact with Svetlana, and she winked, squeezing Russell’s hand. Their honeymoon plans were already set. Reservations had been made for three people, first class all the way, to New York City.
“Is this where we say ‘all for one, and one for all’?” Russell quipped.
“I believe it is,” Svetlana said, and she squeezed the hand of her new husband.
RUTHLESS, Sons of Silence
By: Emily Lovell
RUTHLESS, Sons of Silence
©Emily Lovell, 2016 – All rights reserved
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Chapter One
Mother always told me to stay away from the guys who road motorcycles and smoked outside of the liquor store. She told me to never talk to them because they might try to get me to do something that I might regret. My mother also told me to never judge people by the way that they looked, and that was exactly what she was doing.
“Leah,” my mother said as we walked into the grocery store. “I know that you’re eighteen years old now and you think that you’re grown, but you better listen to my warning.”
“What mom?” I asked as I walked down the aisles with my mother.
“You saw those motorcycle boys outside just now didn’t you?” I sighed. Every time mother saw a boy on a motorcycle and I was around, my mother always said something about them.
“Yes I did mother and I’m not going to speak to them.” Mother smiled and kept on walking. I shook my head in disbelief. Mother didn’t normally meddle in my life too much because I did well in school and never got into any trouble, so why did she seem to have this need to always tell me to stay away from people on motorcycles? I didn’t date much and when I did it never lasted long. I honestly didn’t even find any of the guys in the motorcycle club to be attractive.
I wasn’t the best looking eighteen year old in the world, but even I have standards when it came with how I wanted my man to look. My hair is curly and light brown which never came out the way that I wanted it to when I got dressed in the mornings. I’m incredibly short standing at 5’2 and only one hundred and two pounds. I was Latina mixed with an assortment of other nationalities, but I didn’t know a lick of Spanish. My amber skin was flawless and many said that my grey eyes were enticing. Not trying to sound conceited, but I knew that I could pull an attractive man and attractive wasn’t prevalent among the men in the motorcycle club.
“Are you listening to me?” my mother said and I came back down to reality.
“Sorry, what did you say?” my mother sighed.
“I said can you get some milk” my mother repeated irritably. My mother didn’t like repeating herself at all. I nodded my head and walked towards the refrigerator section. I picked up a milk carton, looked at the expiration date, and began the short walk to my mother and that’s when I saw the most beautiful man that I’ve ever seen.
“Excuse me,” his deep voice said as he rounded the corner and I almost ran into him. I blushed at the deepness of his voice. The man had to be around twenty-two or twenty-three years old. His eyes were a deep black and they looked inviting. He had to be taller than me by at least a foot. His skin was tanned and he looked like he wasn’t foreign to working out. I shook my head once I realized I was practically drooling over him.
“Oh no I’m sorry; I should have been paying attention.” He nodded his head and walked around me, not giving me a second look. I stood there and watched the muscles in his legs ripple as he walked away. There was something about him they drew me to him. He wasn’t dressed professional or anything; he wore a black jacket with a white shirt and blue jeans. I felt like that was the only look that suited him. He didn’t need a suit or a polo shirt, he was gorgeous the way that he was. I watched him for as long as I could before he rounded another corner, disappearing from my sight. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket then. “Hello,” I said not bothering to look at my caller ID.
“What is taking you so long? I’m already in line.” My mother said almost screaming into the phone.
“I’m sorry; I’ll be there in a few seconds.” I said and hung up the phone. I hurried over to my mother and she was already placing her things on the counter to be rung up.
“About time,” my mother muttered.
“Sorry,” I said again sheepishly. What else could I possibly say? I was gawking at a hot hunk of a man, which is why I took so long? My mom would have freaked out! The cashier rung us up quickly and before long we were walking out of the door. As we walked to our van, a man pulled off on his motorcycle in front of us. My eyes went wide when I saw who it was. It was the guy I was drooling over! He stopped allowing us to pass in front of him before he started moving again. My grey eyes were locked onto his beautiful face. My mother grunted once he pulled out of the parking lot.
“You see that one? He doesn’t even care about his life riding on that motorcycle without a helmet. A guy like that wouldn’t care about your life either.” I heard my mother talking, but I didn’t hear the words that she was saying. For a brief moment my eyes was held by those deep black ones and I felt my heart beat faster. He was nothing like the guys that I saw riding on motorcycles. My mom and I live in a small town and the only people who used motorcycles were “up to no good” as my mother always said. The guy appeared to be a little mysterious, but I was sure he was nothing like my mother thought he was like. I had to see him again, but did I have the courage to go to where they met up at? I helped my mother load the car up with the groceries and I sat in my seat deep in thought.
* * * *
My mom was going on and on about today’s youth and how misguided we are. My mom was older than most parents my age. My mom had me when she was forty and since she was pushing sixty, she acted more like my grandmother than my mother. It was just me and her at home, my father died when I was four years old from a heart attack and my mother never remarried or had any other children. This is the reason why she wanted me to follow a certain path in life. She lost a lot of people in her almost sixty years on earth and she didn’t want to lose me too. After I helped my mother put the groceries up, I excused myself to go into my room. I shut the door and plopped down heavily onto my twin bed and thought about Mr. hot and dangerous again.
“I wonder if I’d be able to see him again?” I asked myself as I remembered the intensity of his eyes. I knew that I didn’t have the same effect on him, he was able to walk passed me without a second glance. I felt foolish for thinking this, but I absolutely needed to see him again today. When I got the need to do something, that need kept nagging me until I’ve actually gotten up to do it. I pulled my phone out of my purse and looked at the time. It was 4:38 and I normally saw people meet up at 5:30 with their motorcycles across the street from the liquor store ran by George. I had a book that needed to be dropped off at the library, it wasn’t due yet but the library was a short walk from the liquor store. My mom wouldn’t question me that much if I told her I was going to drop off a book.
“Mom,” I opened my bedroom door and called out to her.
“Stop yelling in the house, come out here if you have something to say to me.” I sighed and walked into the living room where my mother was situated.
“I forgot that I had to take a book back to the library. Can I go drop it off right quick?” My mother looked at me long and hard almost like she was questioning my sincerity.
“You shouldn’t forget things like this,” she said turning back towards the TV and changing the channel. “Hurry up and be careful.” I smiled and went back into my room and grabbed the book.
“Alright see you soon” I said and I was gone.
Chapter Two
It’s hot today; almost ninety degrees and I questioned myself if I was still a bit too overdressed. I wore a peach tank top with some blue jean capris with flip flops and I was still burning up.
“I should’ve put on some shorts instead.” I mumbled to myself. Maybe the man that had captured my interest was a fan of long legs? I might have been short, but I had legs for days. I walked down the streets of my lonely town and I had finally made it to the liquor where the motorcyclists frequented every day around this time. I looked over towards the group and noticed that the person that I came for wasn’t there yet. “I’ll walk around the store for a little while then,”
“How are you doing today, Leah?” George, the owner of the store said. Since this was a pretty small town, just about everybody knew each other. I flashed my grin at him.
“I’m good, but it’s hot today.” George laughed and nodded his head in agreement. I didn’t want Geor
ge to become suspicious of me so I walked to where the chips was at and grabbed me a bag and then I grabbed me a pop. I walked around a little more trying to make it appear that I was still looking for something to buy and then I made my way to the counter. I wasn’t in the store long, but hopefully it was long enough for the man to be across the street.
“Tell your momma I said hi,” George said and I nodded my head and walked out of the door. I paused outside the door and looked across the street. I sighed when I saw that he wasn’t there. Maybe he’ll be here after I’ve dropped my book off; I thought to myself and began walking again. The library was ten minutes from the store and I thought that twenty minutes would be more than enough time for him to make it to there. At least, that was what I was hoping. The library was closed on Saturdays so I was happy that nobody would be around once I dropped my book off. The heat was really starting to get to me then and I needed to sit down for a moment. After I slid my book through the return box, I sat down on the steps and got my pop out of the bag. Even though I only bought it so that George wouldn’t look at me oddly, I was glad that I had done so. I drunk down the liquid and fanned myself as I did. One would think that I’d be used to our hot and dry weather, but I wasn’t and it was killing me. I was sweating like crazy and I was starting to feel a little light headed. Opening my bag of chips I began woofing them down like crazy. Why was I starting to feel this bad? The heat had never gotten to me the way that it was getting to me now.
“Man,” I said and fanned myself some more. I was starting to feel incredibly sick. I might have to cut my little adventure pretty short. I frowned when that thought came into my head. I really wanted to see the man again, but I didn’t want him to see me while I was feeling the way that I was feeling. I stood up on wobbly legs and immediately sat back down. I was in no condition to walk right now.
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