Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I move toward him, kneel between his legs, and put my hands on his thighs. I make him look at me.
“You said your mother was killed. Who killed her?” I suspect, but I guess a part of me can’t believe blood would do that to blood. But that’s stupid, isn’t it? I mean, I saw what Lev did to Andrei. What Andrei was willing to do to Lev.
He sits back, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. He won’t look at me.
“Lev?”
He turns to me, and there’s such a deep sadness in his eyes that I feel it inside me. He scrubs his face, shaking his head.
“I don’t know, Kat. It’s just...it’s fucked up. She didn’t deserve what happened to her. She was a good woman. You would have liked her. And she would have liked you.”
I lean up, take his face into my hands, and I kiss him. He doesn’t respond at first, but he doesn’t pull back either.
“I care about you too, you know?” I say.
He looks at me for a long minute, then pulls me to him and kisses me back. I slide my hands to the buckle of his belt and undo it. I unzip his jeans and slide my hand inside to grip his cock, stroking it, feeling it grow rigid in my hand as I watch his pupils dilate and his eyes darken.
His breathing becomes shorter, and I feel my own need. But then he closes his hand over mine to pull me off. “Katya, now isn’t the time.”
“Now is the time. We need this. Both of us.”
He loosens his hold on me.
Leaning forward, I first lick my lips then the glistening head of his cock before taking him into my mouth. I keep my eyes on him, and he watches me as I take him.
He closes his hand over the back of my head and pulls me to him.
“Fuck, Katya.” He draws me closer, fisting my hair as he drags me over him, pushing deeper until I can’t take anymore, then easing back, drawing me far enough back to look at me, then repeating, going deeper.
Abruptly, he pulls me off him and reaches to undo my jeans. Pushing them and my panties roughly off, he draws me onto his lap.
I straddle him, closing my eyes as I take his length inside me. He kisses me, and with his hands on my hips, he moves me over him. One hand cups the back of my head, fingers digging into my scalp as the other closes over my shoulder, gripping hard as he pushes deeper. He kisses me all the while, mouth to my mouth, tongue on my tongue as we make love like this, him bare inside me, him thickening inside me as his thrusts grow more hurried. He lifts me, flipping us over so I’m on the couch and he’s between my legs, buried inside me.
I cry out when I come, and he closes his mouth over mine, swallowing my cry as he moans with his final thrust. When he stills, I feel him come, feel the pulsing throbbing of his cock as he empties inside me, and when he’s finished, when we’re spent, he drops his head to my neck, forehead sweaty with the effort as I cling to him and listen to our matching breaths as they slowly return to normal.
He turns his face to watch me and brushes the hair that’s sticking to my forehead back.
I told him I care about him. He told me the same. But it’s so much more than that. God. So much more.
“We’ll talk, okay? I’ll tell you what I can, but just trust me to do it on my own time.”
The TV goes off inside, and we’re both up in an instant. Lev tucks himself back into his jeans and I pull on my underwear and jeans. He sweeps both guns off the table to tuck mine into the duffel and his into the waistband of his jeans.
“Mommy?” comes Josh’s voice as the door opens. He stands there, rubbing his eyes.
“Hey kiddo, look what I got you.” Lev opens one of the bags and pulls out a copy of Good Night, Gorilla.
Josh runs toward him, arms out to take the book. “Mine?”
“Yours.”
He hugs Josh, and Josh lays his head on Lev’s shoulder as he clutches the book and smiles. I smile too, watching our little family.
Lev turns to me then, opening the bag to take out the box of hair dye. Black.
Although reluctant, I take it from him. I know he’s right. I have to do this.
He draws me to him so he’s hugging us both and kisses my forehead. “I’m going to miss the red,” he says.
6
Lev
Katerina flips to the last page of Good night, Gorilla, quieting her voice as she peeks over her shoulder to check on Josh. At the same time, I glance at him in the rearview mirror, and relax a little as she confirms that he’s asleep.