Page 102 of Born into Blood

When I’m empty, I soften the kiss, enjoying the feel of her wet body pressed against mine, the way her hard nipples drag along my chest with every little movement she makes, and the soft whimpers that keep spilling out around our kiss. She’s fucking perfect, and I want to stay buried inside her for the rest of my damn life. She reminds me of why I can’t do that when she smiles against my lips and says, “Your entire family is out there waiting for us.”

I give a soft laugh. “I know, but I’m not ready to leave you.”

She rests her palm on my cheek and gives me one of her sweet smiles. Her thumb lightly runs along my swollen jaw, the one good hit Radek managed to land.

“I’m sorry you got hurt because of me.”

“I’m not. I’m just sorry that you’re the one with stitches. It should’ve been me.” I kiss her before she can argue with me about it and then gently slide her off me and set her back on her feet. Grabbing a washcloth, I lather it up with some fruity-smelling body wash and kneel down so I can wash her feet.

“I can wash myself,” she starts to protest, but I shoot her a look that has her clamping her mouth shut with a smile.

My girl’s stubborn, but she’ll learn. She’s quiet as I work, gently washing Radek’s filthy touch from every inch of her body until she’s spotless and I’m tempted to pick her up again. Before I can reach for her, she grabs the washcloth and starts to lather up my chest.

“Your arm is hurt,” I remind her.

“I’m not using that one. Just relax and let me wash you. This is really more of a treat for me anyway.”

Her touch is gentle, almost reverent as she runs the cloth over my pecs and along my shoulders before working her way down my arms.

“There’s no way in hell you’re enjoying this more than I am,” I tell her, but she just smiles at me like I’m crazy and gets to work on my abs. By the time she’s finished, I’m back to being rock-hard, and more than ready to take Lara home and crawl into bed with her. Knowing we can’t do that just yet, I grab a towel and gently pat her dry before scrubbing it over myself. She takes it back from me, wrapping it around her body in a way that makes her tits look fucking mouthwatering. Unable to resist, I lower my head and kiss a line across her chest, nipping and licking her skin.

“All I want to do is get lost in you,” I whisper against her skin and then let out a groan, forcing myself to stand and put some distance between us. “When this is all over, we’re going to bed and we’re staying there for at least three days.”

She smiles up at me. “Deal.”

I grab the clothes Sveta left us, not surprised to find that they’re all mine. We all have clothes stashed at each other’s houses, and when Lara quickly grabs the pair of black-and-grey plaid pajama bottoms and lets out a relieved sigh, I raise a brow and ask, “Big fan of flannel?”

She laughs as her cheeks blush a soft pink. “No, I’m just thrilled there’s actually something here I can wear. I was worried that it was going to be Sveta’s clothes. No way my ass was going to fit in her pants.”

I reach over and slip my hand under her towel, filling it with one perfect cheek. “Your ass is perfect,” I tell her, giving it a good squeeze, “and you’re going to look adorable in my pajamas.” Looking through the rest of the clothes, I say, “And you’re going to look sexy as hell in my boxers, because that’s all Sveta’s left us.”

Lara laughs and takes the pair I hand her. She drops her towel and pulls them on before stepping into the pajama bottoms. They’re way too big on her, but I roll the cuffs up and tie the waistband so they at least won’t fall off. She slips the black henley shirt on and runs a brush through her hair while I hurry up and get dressed in the jeans and black T-shirt Sveta left for me.

“Ready?”

“Are you sure we can’t just hide out in the bathroom?”

I smile at her and grab her hand. “They’ll just come looking for us. I can’t believe my Uncle Vitaly hasn’t come knocking yet.”

The thought of family members coming to find us is enough to get her feet moving. She tightens her grip on my hand and squeezes her body in close to mine, and I fucking melt at her touch. I love how she takes comfort from me. I always want to be her safety net, the person she runs to anytime she’s scared or worried or needs comfort. I want to be everything for her, just like she is for me.

We leave the bathroom together, and as soon as we walk down the hall and into the living room, everyone stops what they’re doing to turn and look at us. My entire family has decided to gather together for this occasion. My brother eyes me, making sure I’m okay, and when I give him a nod, he relaxes his shoulders and sinks back into the couch. I scan the crowd, seeing every single one of my cousins, including Dominic and Natalya, and at the corner of one of the couches sits a very uncomfortable-looking Chloe. It’s intense to say the least, and when Lara whispers a quick “Jesus Christ,” I raise a brow at my family and say in Russian, “Seriously? This is what you all thought would be best?”

My Uncle Vitaly laughs. “Be happy I didn’t go looking for you two. I wanted to, but your dad wouldn’t let me.” He looks at my dad, and makes a point of adding, “Even though this is my house, and it was my shower they were using to?—”

He’s quickly cut off by my dad who says, “I think we all know what they were doing, Vitaly. You don’t need to say it.”

My uncle laughs again. “Oh, I think we could all use a laugh, so I’m gonna say it. My nephew was in there having shower sex with my niece.” He laughs even harder while I bite back the groan I want to give, because he’s still speaking Russian, and I don’t want Lara to know we’re being talked about. “How fucked up is that?” he adds, smacking Matvey’s shoulder.

My Uncle Matvey is doing a shit-poor job of hiding his smile. “It’s pretty fucked up.” He looks over at me and shakes his head. “Cousins shouldn’t fuck, Luka.”

I chance a quick look at Val and Yelena, but the two of them are doing an Academy-Award-winning job of looking innocent.

“We’re not related,” I remind them, even though they damn well know it. Vitaly is not my real uncle, but he is Lara’s, and when he stands up, he grabs his wife’s hand before they both walk over to us.

Vitaly smiles down at Lara as Katya steps closer and pulls her into a hug. “I can’t believe I have a niece,” she whispers in English.

Lara returns the hug, and after a few seconds, Katya pulls back so she can see her face. “You’re the only good thing my brother ever did.”

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