Chapter 22
The Russian’s phone alarm went off at six a.m. and we both jumped awake. He grabbed it and groaned.
“You know I don’t work Monday’s since I work Saturdays,” I said, “but I really appreciate the early wake-up call so I don’t fall out of my routine,” I stirred him.
The Russian smiled and flipped me onto my stomach. “Since you’re awake, and I’m a morning person ...”
He lowered himself onto me and I felt his erection between my butt cheeks. His hands slipped underneath me to the front of my body, where—with a few skilled moves—he had me moaning and wet in moments.
“Come inside me,” I begged.
“Who’s driving here?” he asked.
I laughed. “You are, Russian.”
“That’s right,” he said, in his sexy low voice. “And who is about to orgasm?”
I moaned with pleasure as he pinned me down so I couldn’t even wriggle and played me like a violin. I tried to tell him how good it felt, but I couldn’t get the words out before I orgasmed spectacularly, and I wasn’t even a morning person. I panted as I came down from my sexual high. “Come inside me, please Russian.”
“Yes bossy, Brooker.” I heard him slip a condom on and, keeping me pressed down into the pillows, he positioned himself at my entrance and slowly worked his way in.
“Holy fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed between his teeth.
“Because I’ve just had a huge fucking orgasm,” I said, stating the obvious, which got us both laughing. He started teasing my ear with his tongue just to annoy me and I squealed and wriggled stilled pinned underneath him. Then he pushed a little harder and took my breath away.
“That got your attention,” he said.
“You feel so good,” I moaned. The Russian began to slide in and out slowly, and every now and then he stopped to get control. I tried to free my hands from underneath his to get access to him, but he wouldn’t release me. I lifted my butt a bit higher to feel him deeper, and wow did that hurt ... holy hell was he deep. I expected to feel him in my throat any minute. The angle meant he was rubbing on my already engorged sensitive areas and my body began to involuntarily shudder as I worked up to orgasm again.
The Russian felt so full inside me I didn’t know how he was holding on, and then he released my hands, pulled me tighter against him, my butt higher into his stomach and his fingers found my clit. I touched any part of him that I could reach – his balls, his butt, but he had all the control. Then The Russian drew a sharp breath, so I knew he was coming, and I let myself go with him. I was a quivering mess by the time he lowered himself on me.
“Fantastic,” The Russian muttered and I chuckled at his review. He smacked my butt. “I love this butt, amongst other things.”
I turned around to watch him remove the condom and stride back to the bed. Great view. When he returned and slipped in beside me, I broached one of my new strategies to help our relationship.
“Place you hand on my heart,” I said, and he did, then lowered it to play with my nipple. I rolled my eyes and he smiled and moved it back up again.
“You’re no fun, Brooker,” he said.
“I’ll give you fun in a minute,” I warned him. “Mm, I just channeled my mother.”
“And mine, but without the Russian accent,” he said.
“Babe,” I said, using his term of endearment. “This is our sign, to protect us and to show you that you are my only thought.”
He looked confused and ran his tongue over his lower lip as if he was going to be in trouble for something. I leaned in and kissed him quickly before continuing to explain.
“What I mean is ... if you see me in social photos, or giving an interview, or commentating, or even glancing your way in a crowded room, and I place my hand on my heart, even for just a minute, it’s for you. It’s me telling you that you own my heart.”
He smiled and with one hand, cupped my cheek.
“I love that,” he said, and sealed it with a kiss.
Then I remembered ... “Why was your alarm set?” I asked, knowing he didn’t have morning training and wouldn’t need to get to the office until later.
“Ah yeah, that ... Tia’s got a school recital this morning. She’s one of the kids performing and being presented with an award. I promised her I’d come along,” he said.
“You are such a good brother, and such a good lover,” I added.
“That so?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and looking mildly pleased with himself. “Want to come?”
“Not yet, I just had two orgasms,” I said, happily as I stretched out on the bed.
“Focus, Brooker, do you want to come with me to Tia’s presentation?” he asked, a smile on the edge of his lips.
I laughed. “Oh that, yes! I’d love to.”
“Really? You know it’s going to be a bunch of five to ten-year-old kids making a lot of noise, and putting on a performance that only family would endure?” he said, frowning in my direction.
“It’ll be fun,” I said, excited to be invited to a family event.
“Then get your butt into the shower. I’ll join you in a minute,” he said, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back on the bed.
“What are you going to do?” I asked suspiciously.
“Watch you walk in,” he said, and there were signs of life in his lap again, so soon.
*****
I selected a sundress with sandals to wear and then we swung by The Russian’s place so he could grab a clean change of clothes. I avoided going near the bedroom where he was changing, in case he got distracted. We headed off again and got to the school in plenty of time – I was still driving and would drop The Russian home afterward.
“Been meaning to tell you that I like your car, Brooker ... it’s a good size—I can fit in it—and it suits you,” The Russian said, admiring my white BMW Gran Coupé from the inside.
“Thank you, I think.” I wasn’t sure why he thought it suited me. “I love this car, I treated myself to it when I got my contract renewed. I figured I had a bit of security then.”
The Russian nodded. “After you had your home loan sorted?”
“Of course,” I said, “spoken like a man with a management degree.” He smirked at me, but looked approving as well. I pulled into a car park at the school hall that was a fair distance from the entrance, but clearly the elementary school concert pulled a crowd.
The Russian took my hand as we walked in and got lost amongst the crowd. School kids were running around, finding their families, showing off, doing normal kid things. However, it soon became obvious that we were being recognized. It was like a small whisper in the room, and the crowds parted as The Russian spotted his mother and we made our way towards her. Tia saw us and, with a squeal that would break glass, she ran over propelling herself at The Russian, who gave her a hug. Then she saw me and jumped up and down. So cute. I gave her a hug before she raced back to the stage to prepare. I heard her saying to her friends. “That’s my brother, he’s a Saints’ player.”
One little girl next to her said: “I saw his girlfriend on television.” Tia nodded. “She plays sport too and she’s a TV star.”
I chuckled and The Russian sighed. “They’d be more excited if you were a Disney princess and I was the prince.”
“Aren’t we?” I asked, looking a little disappointed.
We made our way towards his mother, Lana. She looked lovely – slim and sophisticated in a lemon dress with high strappy sandals.
“Carla, so good to see you,” she said.
“And you too Lana,” I said, as we exchanged cheek kisses.
“How did Dad get out of this?” The Russian growled.
“Work. But he did get to the last one,” Lana said. “And since you’re the boss at work, you’ll have to come up with a better excuse next year.”
The Russian made a humph sort of sound, but I think he would go to anything that Tia was starring in, he really did adore his little sister.
We found three seats and as I looked around, I couldn’t believe the people sneaking looks at us, especially the mothers sneaking looks at The Russian. A number of people came and went as they greeted Lana and The Russian, and met me.
I whispered to The Russian: “I think some of the cougars in the room are very upset you brought a date.”
The Russian put his arm around my shoulder. “That’s why I brought you, to protect me,” he joked.
Lana patted her son’s shoulder. “I’m so pleased you brought Carla. You are very lucky to have her, I hope you look after her.” She turned to me. “You’ll have to be patient with him Carla, he is a man.”
“He is that,” I said, agreeing and teasing The Russian.
“I hope he knows how lucky he is,” she said, smiling approvingly at both of us. “He can be moody though, and stubborn, but I’m sure you’ll work wonders with him.”
“I’m right here, Mom,” he said, shaking his head and pointing out the obvious.
Then the concert began and I felt like part of the family. The Russian held my hand the whole time ... bliss. But he was right – if I hadn’t been in love and just happy to be sitting in each other’s company, the ninety-minute concert would have been agony!