Chapter 39
Nikolai
I’m so fucking tired of flying when we step off the private jet.
Grandma is standing on the main house’s porch. “Oh, thank God.” She hurries closer to hug Abigail. “I was so worried.”
“I’m okay, Grandma Dana,” my love assures her.
A smile curves my lips because I’m grateful that everything worked out and Abigail didn’t get hurt.
“Come, I’ve prepared dinner.”
“Christ, you probably cooked enough to feed an army,” Grandpa mutters.
Grandma waves an arm over the property. “And what do you call all the men guarding us?”
“An army,” Grandpa grumbles.
I chuckle as I place a hand on Abigail’s lower back. When we walk to the house, I lean into her and whisper, “You look breathtaking in the dress.”
She smiles up at me. “I wore it for you.”
I hold her back as my family heads into the house, and turning to face her, I ask, “Are you okay? Did the fuckers trigger anything?”
Abigail wraps her arms around me, leaning her cheek against my chest. “I’m grossed out when any other man touches me. There was a moment when it all rushed back, but I managed to push the demons away.” Turning her head, she stares up at me, her eyes soft with love. “You’re the only man who can touch me.”
My mouth curves as I brush some strands of hair from her face. “Am I an asshole for loving that?”
She lets out a burst of laughter. “No, just my overly jealous and possessive caveman.”
“Are you coming?” Grandma calls from the front door. “Yes,” Abigail answers excitedly. “I’m starving.”
We follow my grandmother to the dining room and take our seats. A feast is spread over the table, which has Abigail salivating next to me.
I grab her plate and load it with a bit of everything, and only when my woman is eating, do I help myself.
Mom lets out a happy sigh before she says, “Remind me to give you some clothes before you go home.”
“Clothes?” Abigail frowns, then her eyes widen. “Shit…I mean, shoot, I didn’t bring anything.”
“Don’t worry.” I wink at her. “I’ll take you shopping tomorrow.”
A wide smile spreads over her face. “You might regret it. I’m a shopaholic.”
“I’ll never regret spending time with you.”
Mom’s laughter draws our attention. “I need to record this. When you come home and complain about having to sit through a whole day of Abigail trying on clothes, I’m playing it back to you.”
“And trust me, it will take an entire day,” Abigail chuckles
The food is so good I help myself to a second plateful and load more onto Abigail’s plate while I’m at it.
After we’re all done stuffing our faces, we move to the living room to have coffee with my parents.
Abigail glances at my family, and I see emotion tightening her features. “Thank you for coming for me.”
“Of course,” Dad murmurs. “You’re family.”
Abigail takes a deep breath, blinking fast to keep the tears back. I pull her tightly to my side and press a kiss to her hair.
“I’ve never felt like I belonged until I met you all,” she admits. “I’m so glad I wore Nikolai down.”
We all chuckle at her comment, then I say, “It’s time for us to head home. I’m sure Abigail is exhausted after the day she’s had.”
“Oh, let me just grab you some clothes,” Mom exclaims before running out of the living room.
While we wait, I mention to Dad, “I’ll check with the buyer tomorrow to set up a meeting for the diamonds. I’d like to move them as soon as possible.”
“I agree.”
Mom comes back in with a small bag and hands it to Abigail. “It’s just something to sleep in and clothes for when you go shopping tomorrow.”
“Thank you so much.” Abigail gives Mom a quick hug before we finally head to the door.
I take the bag from Abigail, and wishing everyone a good night’s rest, we walk toward the woods.
“Wait.” Abigail takes hold of my arm to keep her balance as she slips off her high heels. I open the bag so she can put them inside.
As we walk through the cool evening air, she sighs, “It’s only been two…three days, and I missed the island.”
“Hopefully, not more than you missed me?” I mutter. “Trust you to be jealous of an island,” she teases.
We walk between the trees, following the path to my house, with the stars shining brightly in the sky.
“This is actually romantic,” Abigail comments. “A midnight stroll through the woods with the man of my dreams.”
“Sorry, I’m not more romantic.”
She grins at me. “Don’t worry about it. The awesome sex makes up for
it.”
“Is that so?” I slap her on the ass, making her shriek.
Abigail stops walking, and glancing around, she lifts her hand to her
cleavage and brushes her finger seductively over the curve of the breast. “Will any of the guards see us here?”
“Why?”
“I’ve never been fucked in the woods.”
My mouth curves up as I drop the bag onto the carpet of leaves. “Take me here,” she purrs, her eyes filled with desperate need for me.
I grip a fistful of her hair and tug her head back, exposing her throat to me. We stare into each other’s eyes, the anticipation between us building.
Christ, this woman does it for me in ways no other woman ever has.
The power Abigail has over me should scare me, not turn me on. Still, I’m painfully straining against my zipper, threatening to tear through my pants to get to her.
Our breaths speed up, and when I tease her by brushing my lips against hers, she moans.
I tease her again, this time nipping her bottom lip.
“Jesus, Nikolai,” she groans. “You’re driving me insane.” “Now you know how you make me feel,” I chuckle.
She lifts her hands to my chest, clinging to my shirt while she pushes up on her toes to reach my mouth. I allow her to kiss me for a couple of seconds before I tug her back by her hair.
She tastes like sex and love, the combination driving me wild.
“You’re mine,” I say, my tone filled with certainty that this is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Her teeth nip at my bottom lip. “I’m yours. Now, will you please fuck me?”
I slam my mouth to hers, kissing her with wild passion. My woman moans, happy that I’m giving her what she wants.
I’ll always give her what she wants.
Grabbing her ass, I lift her against my body. I take two steps forward until I can pin her to a tree while our mouths hungrily devour each other.
Abigail locks her legs around me, and I quickly push the silky dress out of the way. Unzipping my pants, I pull my hard-on out.
“Ready, Malyshka?” I ask as I push her panties aside, positioning myself against her soaked entrance.
“Please, Daddy,” she moans with such a seductive look on her face, I slam fucking hard into her, her body jerking from the force.
“Goddddd,” she groans, pain and pleasure warring in her eyes. “Sooo good.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and holds on tightly to me. Pressing my forehead to hers, I begin to fill her with ruthless thrusts,
each one jolting her body.
Her lips are parted with breaths rushing from them. Moans and whimpers spill from her mouth, the sounds making me fuck her harder and faster.
“You drive me insane,” I growl. “So fucking insane.” “Good,” she sasses me right before her face tightens.
“Beg me,” I demand, wanting to hear my favorite sentence in the world. “Please let me come on your huge cock, Daddy,” my woman gives me
what I want.
“Come, Malyshka,” I give her the permission she needs.
Her cries of ecstacy echo through the woods, then she holds her breath as her pleasure seizes her body, her inner walls squeezing the fuck out of my cock.
My orgasm hits hard, and I draw my bottom lip between my teeth as I come deep inside her.
Our eyes remain locked as we come down from our shared high, and only after I press a tender kiss to her swollen lips do I pull out of Abigail
and lower her to her feet.
“Don’t move,” I order as I tuck my cock back in my pants, then I slip my arms beneath my woman and pick her up bridal style.
She chuckles as she wraps her arms around my neck again. “Good, my legs are numb from the orgasm.”
“I’m letting you gather your strength for round two,” I warn her.
Her voice is husky and playful as she asks, “Mhhh…will you fuck me all night long?”
“Woman,” I growl, “I’m going to fuck you for the rest of your life.” “Promise,” she demands.
“I promise. I want you to feel me inside you twenty-four-seven.” “Walk faster,” she chuckles. “I want you to do filthy things to me.”