Niko leaned over the sink and scooped up the cold water to splash on her overheated face.
Mortified!
Not a word she’d ever used when describing herself, but there was always a first time for everything.
She lifted the hem of her shirt to wipe the water out of her eyes, and as she did, glanced at her image in the filthy mirror. Her skin was still beetroot red, and her expression still showed the shock of finding her hand firmly wrapped around Hollywood’s cock.
His very large, exceptionally hard, and erect cock, if she wasn’t mistaken. And she wasn’t.
Niko held her trembling hand out in front of her. If her hands were maybe five or six inches wide with her fingers spread, that meant…
Oh, dear Lord…! She’d already been shocked by his girth. But that meant his length was … Wow!
Niko leaned forward again and splashed more water on her face.
Her experiences with the opposite sex had been confined to her brief relationship with Vasili, Roman’s father, and that had lasted just a few short months before he’d gone missing.
Because they’d had to spend a lot of time meeting in public places, to stop Ilya from finding out about their relationship, that meant that the number of times they’d managed to be alone and with easy access to a bed, were probably still in single digits when he’d vanished.
And while she’d never reached a place where she was comfortable enough to study Vasili naked, she wasn’t left in any doubt that he had been nowhere near as well-endowed as Hollywood. Nowhere close!
“NIKO!” Drago banging on the door had her jumping back from the sink. “Get out here now. Roman’s here and we’re ready to go.”
“Oh, my God! Roman!” She’d almost forgotten about her son for a moment.
Niko grabbed her backpack and yanked the door open to find Drago waiting outside for her.
“You sick or something?” He looked at her suspiciously, obviously noticing her heightened colour.
“I’m fine, Drago.” She scowled at him. “Now, where’s my son?”
“Vanya’s mother just showed up with him. He’s introducing himself to the new guys.” Drago grinned.
Niko darted out into the brightly lit unit, covering her eyes quickly as the glare almost blinded her. When her vision was fully restored she looked around to find Roman, but while she could see Vanya’s mother and one of her sisters about fifty metres away, her son was nowhere around.
“Where is he?” She demanded, striding forward, her long legs covering the distance in seconds.
“He’s fine, lady. Look.” Vanya’s mother pointed towards the new guys, to see Roman in Hollywood’s arms as he and Kellen showed him the outside of the truck.
Roman wasn’t usually quite so comfortable around strangers, and Niko was shocked to find him with one arm around Hollywood’s neck while the other rested on Kellen’s shoulder.
Damn it, she had hoped to avoid Hollywood until she could look at the man without blushing and remembering his hard shaft.
Now she not only had to look at the tall, dark, and gorgeous American, knowing that he was hiding an impressive package by any man’s standards, but to top it off, he seemed like a natural with kids. Did any man have a right to so many gifts?
She groaned inwardly at the thought of having to spend days in close confinement with the guy.
Life sure did like to kick dirt in her face!
Not wanting to startle her son, she set off at a slower pace and walked casually up to the men.
“Mama!” Roman shrieked. “I got new friends. This is H, and this is Ken.”
Niko couldn’t help but smile at her son’s excitement.
“H and Ken?” She asked, throwing a sideways glance at Hollywood.
“We tried the boy with Hollywood and Kellen, but they were a bit of a mouthful for him, so he settled on H and Ken.” Hollywood grinned.
“They’re coming with us today, mama, and H is gonna drive the truck.” Roman announced proudly, as though driving a truck made H a very special person to know.
“Yes, he is, baby.” She reached out and took her son from the big American. “And we have to leave right now, so let’s get in, shall we?”
As if on cue, the other men turned towards the trucks they’d been assigned to, and Kellen turned toward the passenger door.
“Do you want to sit up front? There are three seats.” Kellen asked.
“I’ll go in the back with Roman for now.” She shook her head. “Drago had it fitted out so Roman could travel safely, so I’ll stay with him while he explores and tires himself out. Once he’s asleep, I’ll come up front.”
Hollywood took Roman from her while she climbed up, and then handed him back to her before looking around.
“Are we waiting for Drago?” He frowned, obviously not able to see Ilya’s sidekick.
Niko shook her head. Why did he think Drago would be travelling with them?
“Drago travels in one of the vans, or sometimes with Ilya, who drives his Mercedes.” She explained. “There will be anything up to a dozen other vehicles within half a mile of us at any time. Some join us along the route, and others drop out. But we don’t travel in convoy as it makes us too big a target for the police to resist.”
“Is the cargo on board already?” Kellen asked as he climbed up and pulled the door shut.
“It was loaded before we arrived.” She nodded, climbing through the gap into the back of the cab with her son. “The GPS will be pre-programmed with our destination, so if you lose sight of the trucks in front there’s nothing to worry about.”
She felt the rumble of the engine as Hollywood pressed the starter switch, and Roman squealed with excitement.
“Vroom, vroom!” He laughed, making Niko smile.
Yeah, vroom, vroom indeed!