Page 69 of Cookie: Part One
“Da, I vill get you ice cream, Pechenye.”
“Yay.” I grin down at him and he raises brow, bringing me to sigh, pursing my lips.
“So, is my greedy girl not going to ask for vhat shereallyvants?” he teases and I swat his arm.
“Ugh, need I say it when you already know?” I whisper, my belly already tightening, and he belly laughs quietly.
“Da, because vhat my sveet one vants, my sveet one gets. Vhat flavor do you vant?”
“Rocky Road… and I want you to feed it to me,” I demand.
“My Pechenye touch a spoon? Yuck,” he cringes. “I’ll fill you up really good vit all ze cream.” He peeks up at me and I swallow, heart thumping.
“G-good th-then make sure I get that cream,” I mutter. “And make sure it’s good enough to make up for my loneliness,” I tease and he pulls me close.
“I vould never dream of disappointing my glutton.” He looks up smirking, and my stomach dips.God, he’s so fine.
“A-anyway… did you find any leads?” I ask quietly, not trying to disturb Alik who’s watching the movie.
“Nyet. Nozhing. Your room vas clean. No prints, no signs of forced entry,” he grumbles and I can feel his frustration as I rub his head, trying to soothe him.
“It’s fine, Misha. I’m fine at least right now. Just get some sleep,” I whisper, knowing how hard he’s been working for me.
“Da,” he murmurs, his breath warm on my thighs. He shifts, pulling me closer still, resting peacefully and heavily on my lap. I can’t help but continue to run my fingers through his long hair.It’s surprisingly soft.
As the movie continues, I barely pay attention to it. I’m so hyper aware of Misha and Alik, and I feel like I’m suffocating. The sounds of explosions and Russian shouting fill the quiet room, leaving me to watch on and off, distracted but strangely content, trapped between the man on my lap and the man sitting beside me.
I keep running my fingers through Misha’s hair, listening to the soft sounds of his breathing which deepens, then touch his eyebrows, pausing when I feel eyes on me. I glance over at Alik to see he’s watching me.
Well, his gaze is fixed on Mishaandme. His polite smile is gone, replaced by an expression ofdeep, utter sadness. It’s a profound sorrow that seems to pull the light out of the room. As I watch, he blinks, slow and painful, and asingle tear rolls down his cheek, catching the reflected light of the screen.
My heart catches in my throat, and I lean in slightly.
“Alik? Are you okay?”
The question causes him to flinch as if he didn’t even realize he was looking at us, his eyes snapping back to the screen.
“Da. Fine. It’s a good movie,” he says, his voice flat, but his jaw is clenched, and his hands balled into a tight, trembling fist. The sheer agony radiating of off him is unbearable. I’ve always known what Alik was feeling… we were just tight like that, and it made our past relationship explosive. We just got each other, which also made it hard when things just so happened to… fizzle out.
But here now with him… the sight of his clenched hand ignites a fierce, protective ache in me. I carefully reach my free hand that’s not on Misha across the space between us and cover Alik’s tense, balled-up fist.
He jumps again, surprised by the touch, but I don’t pull away. I just lay my head on his shoulder, eyes on the screen, when I feel a gentle squeeze from his hand. I sit there holding his hand while my other hand keeps stroking Misha’s hair, maintaining the equilibrium.
“By the way, I’m glad I get to spend time with you too, Alik, and I miss you too,” I whisper softly, just loud enough for him to hear over the sounds of the action film and I feel his bodyrock with a choked, silent sobagainst my head, followed by a tight, desperate squeeze on my hand.
I keep watching the explosions on the screen, feeling the hot tears well up behind my own eyes, but I hold them back, gasping when I feel Misha kiss my other hand, holding it tight.
I really don’t know what this is… but whatever it is…is it supposed to feel this painful?
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CONSTANCE
“Zhat’s it, lisichka(little fox),suck zhat pussy like I taught you,” Mikhail demands, fucking Dimitri, stuffing his head in both Nadya and my pussy as we grind against each other while we kiss and suck on each other’s tongues.
“Da, Pechenye.” Nadya sits up riding me, the strap-on she just fucked me with next to us almost falling over the bed. She grabs my titties, sucking hard as fuck, Mikhail’s cum leaking out of her and onto my pussy. Dimitri eats it up as she throws her head back, grinding her clit against my pelvic bone, bouncing on me, making my pussy wetter.
I can’t breathe. It’s so much. Too much. And I fucking love it!
