Page 53 of Born into Blood

“Nothing to apologize for, but I won’t let anyone come between us, not even your mother.”

I kiss her head and then hand her my extra helmet, checking to make sure the strap is tight before I pull my own on. With jeans, it’s easier for her to ride behind me, and I smile when she quickly puts her feet where I taught her to. I can tell she’s already growing comfortable with the bike and with my body when she wraps her arms around me in a tight hug, fingers digging into my abs and breasts pressing against my back without me having to initiate it. Smiling behind my dark visor, I start the engine and slip into traffic.

When we’re closer, I turn my head and speak loud enough for her to hear. “Do you need me to drop you off on the corner?”

“No, it’s okay,” she hollers back.

I turn into the parking garage and bring her to the elevator. She hops off and hands me her helmet. I take mine off and set it on my thigh, resting my hand on top of it.

“Why aren’t you worried about her seeing us today?”

“She’s been having a rough few days, so she foiled our windows again.”

I can see it embarrasses her to tell me these things, so I grab her waist and pull her closer.

“Thank you for telling me.”

“Thanks for going to a sleazy titty bar with me.”

I laugh and settle my hand at the small of her back, pulling her against my thigh and running my eyes over the round curve of her breast. “I’d say anytime, kisa, but I don’t ever want to step into a place like that again, and I can’t tell you how much it upsets me to know that you could’ve been in that place by yourself. Lou would’ve behaved very differently if you’d been alone.”

“I know.” She reaches up and runs her hand through my hair. “What are you doing today?”

“I’m going to talk with my cousins and see what we can find out about the Lebedev Bratva.” I kiss the breast that’s closest and look up at her. “My dad wants you to come over for supper soon. He and my mom want to meet you.”

“Well, that’s not terrifying at all.”

I smile and ghost my lips over the center of her breast, remembering exactly how she’d looked with her shirt unbuttoned and how her taut nipple had felt against my tongue. Her breath hitches, and her fingers tighten around my hair.

“You won’t be alone, sweet girl,” I remind her, “and I want them to meet you.”

“You do?”

I smile against her perfect tit and then look around, making sure the parking garage is empty. I already know there aren’t any security cameras. Keeping an ear out for any approaching cars, I grip the bottom of her shirt and slowly lift it up.

“Jesus,” I groan when I see her breasts spilling out of her bra. She’s wearing a black, lacy one today, and she looks so fucking sexy. I fill my hand with her, grazing my thumb over her nipple, watching it harden beneath my touch and strain against the lace.

“Luka,” she whispers, gripping the back of my head and pulling me closer.

“Yes?” The word is a whisper against her soft flesh, making goosebumps appear as she gives a soft sigh. “Tell me what you need, kisa.”

“I need your mouth on me.”

“Like this?” I ask, giving her nipple a soft flick of my tongue.

“More,” she begs, pulling a groan from my body as I wrap my lips around her full tit and fill my mouth with her. My spit soaks her lace and coats her skin. She rocks her hips, and when I cup her ass and give it a good squeeze, she fists my hair tighter and moans my name again.

“My name on your lips is like a fucking drug,” I murmur against her skin. “I crave it, kisa, and I always want more.”

I pinch the nipple I’m still teasing and let my teeth graze the other. I could stay here all fucking day, but the sound of an engine drawing closer has me letting out a pained groan. I give her one last suck and then reluctantly pull back and fix her shirt right as a white Honda pulls into one of the parking spots to the left of us.

She cups my face and smiles. Her skin is flushed, her pupils blown, and her eyes are begging me for so much more. I reach up and caress her cheek.

“I’m more than willing to give you every damn thing your eyes are begging me for, kisa, and when the time is right, I will.”

The driver of the Honda tries to appease her very angry toddler, and when his furious screams start echoing through the parking garage, Lara laughs and leans in to kiss me.

“I want everything with you, Luka,” she whispers against my lips.

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