Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Stroke yourself for me, Dmitri,” I said, and immediately his hands came up around his thighs, one hand quickly pulling the jock strap out of the way, the other wrapping around his thick shaft. Watching him stroke his cock was always incredibly arousing, and I moaned as I fucked him harder.
“Please – Jamie – can I cum?” he asked after a few minutes, the sentence broken up into short gasps.
That question sent a wave of heat through me, and I replied, my voice low and rough, “Yes, baby. Cum for me.”
He arched his back and cried out, stroking himself rapidly, and I drove my cock into him, my body slapping against his with every thrust. And then he was shooting all over his stomach, his chest, one spurt even reaching his chin. “Fuck Dmitri, yes,” I ground out as my own orgasm ripped from my body, thrusting into him again and again as he kept stroking himself.
When finally my orgasm ebbed, I let go of his knees and fell forward, catching myself with my hands on the mattress. I ran my tongue over his chin, then kissed Dmitri deeply, letting him taste himself as aftershocks shook his body.
Finally I smiled at him and said, “Stay right here, baby. Don’t move,” and pulled out of him carefully. I went to the bathroom and threw the condom in the trash and cleaned myself up quickly, then brought a towel back into the bedroom with me.
Dmitri was right where I’d left him, relaxed and grinning with one hand tucked behind his head. I tugged the damp jock strap off of him and cleaned him up, then chucked the towel across the room through the open bathroom door and climbed up on the bed. He snuggled beside me and wrapped his arms around me. “Have I told you that I absolutely adore you?” he murmured, his head on my chest.
“Mmhmm, but I don’t mind if you repeat yourself,” I told him with a little lopsided grin.
“Then let me tell you again: I adore you, James Ryan Nolan.”
“No fair. You know my middle name thanks to my illegally scanned license, but I don’t know yours.”
“It’s Aleksandr. Russian spelling, of course.”
“Of course.”
I kissed his forehead and held him to me, and after a while Dmitri whispered, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Catherine, and about the circumstances of our engagement.”
“You really should have told me.”
“You’re right. I just…I know how bizarre it sounds, and I was afraid of what you’d think of me. I’m so afraid of driving you away,” he admitted quietly.
“I love you, Dmitri, and I’m not going anywhere.”
He tightened his hold on me and said, “I’ve been trying to figure out how to get out of the engagement since the day I met you, but I still don’t have any solutions. I don’t know what I can say or do to convince my uncle to let me out of that agreement without causing terrible repercussions.”
“You don’t have to solve this problem on your own, sweetheart,” I said. “We’ll solve it together.”
“Thank you, Jamie.” He kissed my chest, and then he said, “I’m not used to that. I’ve always dealt with things on my own. But I promise not to hold back from now on, I’ll tell you what’s going on.”
“Ok, good.” I tilted his chin up and kissed him gently. “There’s a solution to this. I’m sure of it. And tomorrow, you, me, and Catherine will sit down and see what we can come up with.”
He nodded and put his head back on my chest. He was quiet for a long time, and eventually he whispered, “Something frightening happened tonight, Jamie.”
“Tell me.”
After a pause he started reciting emotionlessly, like he was relaying someone else’s narrative, as if he was trying to detach himself from the story. “So, I’m at the club. The visiting family is drinking, laughing, having a great time. And then one of them pulls out a gun, a .480 Ruger, to show it off. This guy shoves it in my hands, and says in Russian, Here, look at this. Such fire power. It could take someone’s head clean off.
“I know guns, I’ve been around them my whole life, and I know he’s right about the fire power. It’s loaded, of course. And I hold it up and sight down the barrel, just getting a feel for it. And I happen to be pointing it straight at my uncle Gregor.” He paused and took a deep breath, then said, “And I thought, God, it would be so easy. A moment’s work. I could pull the trigger. I could end him, right here, right now and all my problems would be solved. The room’s full of nothing but gangsters, not one of them would turn me in. Hell, they might even thank me, since everyone hates that son of a bitch.”