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“That’s your choice,” Mikhail replies. “He might be too young to process it. Then again, it might head-fuck him if he finds out later on.”
I turn, looking through the window. Drake is sitting at the kitchen table playing his game, eyes fixated firmly on it. For the first time in his life, he doesn’t look scared.
“He already feels safer with you than he ever did with Dad,” I say. “Let’s just let him be happy.”
“I want you to be happy too, my cache cutie.”
I laugh. “Okay, that has to be the dorkiest one yet.”
Mikhail grins, running a hand through his hair. “That’s what we are, Mila, just a couple of in-love dorks.”
I gasp, stepping back as though his words have physically impacted me. For a second, I think he didn’t realize he said it, just like with the wife thing last night. Then he takes a big step toward me, wrapping his arms around me again. He leans down, his hair flopping over his eyes.
“Is that really a surprise?” he says huskily. “The first moment I saw you, looking so scared of what you thought you had to do … looking so beautiful, so determined, so shy, so, soeverything, Mila. Every single part of you, and I love you. I’ll never stop loving you. You’re the only woman I ever want,ever. You’re the only woman I’ve ever cared about. When I think about the future, you’re in every dream.”
“I love you too,” I say, and then I try to say a bunch of stuff like he just did, all those warm words infusing my soul, but nothing will come out except for a sob. Then happy tears pour down my cheeks.
Mikhail holds me tightly. A second later, I hear Drake’s voice. “Mila?”
I turn, gesturing at my suddenly blurry brother. “They’re happy tears. Come here.”
Drake joins us for the hug, and we stay like that for a long time. It’s like we’ve coded ourselves a clever little program.Function: heal.
CHAPTER 24
MIKHAIL
At midnight, I make a circuit of the safe house, setting up all the cameras and the tripwire alarms. Nobody’s chasing us or trying to hurt us anymore, but I’ll never let my guard down with the love of my life. Returning to the house, I open the bedroom door quietly, not wanting to wake Mila, but she’s not asleep.
She sits up in bed, the lamplight pooling across the sheets over her bare legs, her thick thighs, her bra holding her big tits in the perfect shape, highlighting her thickness. Her hair is wild and free down to her shoulders. She bites her lip, her eyebrows raised. Nerves try to touch her, but she pushes them away.
“Let’s pretend we’re in the cave,” she whispers. “Nothing else exists. Just us. Whatever happens next.”
I walk across the room slowly, warning myself to be as calm as possible, but it’s so difficult not to leap on my woman, push my rock-hard dick between her legs and take her hard and fast.
“You’re ready,” I growl, meaning to ask it as a question, but it comes out almost like a command.
She makes the sexiest, softest moaning noise, then nods. “Y-yeah.”
Maybe it makes me an animal, but I ignore that flutter of hesitation. My dick is too hard as I let my gaze feast on her body, especially her cleavage. “Fuck,” I groan, falling to my knees beside the bed and leaning forward, taking her breasts in my hand and then slowly kissing her thickness, savoring the sounds of her moans, the way she drags her hands through my hair.
“You taste so damn good,” I groan, then pull her bra down and lean back so I can get the most perfect look at her tits. Her nipples are pert, looking perfect as hell.
I take one in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as I slip my hand up her leg. The closer I get to her sex, the warmer my hand gets, like her sweet, tight virgin hole is calling to me. Precome leaks from my end, my tip pushing against my underwear, trying to break free.
“Ah,” she whimpers when I bring my hand down on her pussy over her underwear.
I massage her folds and her clit through her underwear, sucking her nipple with more pressure. Each time I touch her, she makes an even sexier noise. There’s determination in each moan like she wants to let go of everything. Pretend this is the cave—our private place.
“I want you,” she whispers, grabbing my shoulder and tugging urgently.
I lean back, my chest rising and falling quickly. I’m breathing hard, barely holding myself back.
“We need to take it slow,” I tell her.
“Are you saying that to convince me … or yourself?”
I climb onto the bed, lying atop her, bringing my lips to hers. She gasps at the sudden lust and starts dragging her hands down my body, tugging at my shirt. I pull it over my head, and then she scrapes her fingernails passionately down my back. There’s no pain, just hardness in my dick when I feel how badly she wants this.
