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“She’s definitely the one for you,” my Uncle Matvey says.
I couldn’t agree more, and as I relax back in my chair, we make plans for the next week, deciding who will be watching the club and what rounds we want to make on campus. I’m usually eager for these meetings to end so I can get back out there and work, but now I’m eager for a different reason. Cyn only has a limited number of days a month where she’ll be bleeding, and I intend to take full advantage of them. By the time we’re all standing and getting ready to go, I’m so eager to get back to her I can barely keep still.
I’d like to hop on my bike and race home, but my dad stops me at the door.
“So you met someone?” He rests his shoulder against the doorway, obviously curious and wanting more details than I’d shared with the others.
“I did,” I tell him, and then I add, “I found someone who knocked me on my ass.”
He’s quick to give me a full smile, and then because he’s surprisingly affectionate for a man who looks so tough, he pulls me in for a hug.
“I’m happy for you, son, and your mom is going to be thrilled. I can’t wait to tell her and Nat.” When he lets me go, he’s still smiling. With his hand still squeezing my shoulder, he says, “I knew you’d find someone. You’ve always thought of yourself asbad, Sasha, no matter how many times I’ve tried to tell you you’re not. I’m glad you didn’t push this away. You deserve to be happy, and I can’t wait to meet her.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I tell him, and then because I feel like it needs to be said, I say, “None of this would’ve been possible if it weren’t for you. I know what I am, and most parents would’ve washed their hands of me long ago, but you never did. The only reason I’m capable of loving Cyn is because of you, so thanks for not giving up on me.”
My dad grins and gives my cheek a gentle pat. “Is your girl making you soft?”
“For her, yes,” I admit. “For everyone else, not a chance in hell.” I meet his eyes, letting him see the darkness that still lives inside me, the darkness I know I’ll never be free of because there’s no untangling it from me. We’re one and the same, to kill it would be to kill me.
My dad nods, understanding me perfectly as he gives my shoulder a squeeze. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you, Sasha. Your mom and I love you as you are, we always have, and we always will.”
Knowing I’m about to give him one hell of a gift, I lean in and say, “Cyn’s mom’s maiden name is Vetrov.”
My dad’s laugh is one of pure joy. “Are you serious.”
I smack his back and nod my head. “You’re finally getting a Russian in the family. It might be a few generations back, but it’s there.”
“Still fucking counts,” my dad says, and then he hollers for my Uncle Vitaly, no doubt eager to let him know he can stop teasing him about only having Italian in-laws.
Once I’m in the parking garage, I send a quick text to Cyn.
ME:
Better get naked, krovinka. I’m on my way.
Grinning, I pull my helmet on, already more than ready to slide back into her.
Chapter 14
Cynthia
The next week passes by in a blur of classes, work, and the kind of sex I’ve only ever dreamed of or read about. Sasha is insatiable, and as sore as I’ve been, I wouldn’t change a second of it. I’d been a little worried that he wouldn’t be as into it once my period stopped, but it’s been over for a couple of days now, and he’s just as ravenous as he was when I was bleeding.
He’s not the only one who can’t keep his hands to himself, and I’ve surprised myself with how bold I’ve become, and I’ve even managed to surprise him. Just this morning I’d woken him up with my mouth on the cock I can’t seem to get enough of. There’s nothing sexier to me than the way Sasha moans my name as he comes. I’m addicted to that sound, and it’s become one of my missions in life to hear it as much as possible.
“Hey,krovinka.”
I lift my head from my textbook at the sound of his deep voice and tip my head back when he leans down to kiss me. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to this, to the feel of Sasha’s lips on mine, to the unique way that he loves me that’s so completely and utterlyhim. He told me he loves me, but he’s not the kind of guy to repeat it all the time. He doesn’t need to because he shows it in a million different ways, and Sasha lets me touch him and loveon him anytime I want. He never pushes me away, never gets annoyed when I can’t get close enough or when I want to kiss him in public. In fact, he’s just as handsy as I am. Right now his fingers are gently fisting my hair while his other hand is splayed across the front of my neck, fingers curling around my throat just tight enough to make it clear I’m his, and when I press my tongue into his mouth, he softly groans and kisses me harder. I also know without even having to check that if I were to slip my hand into his pocket, I’d find the braid of my hair he still carries around everywhere he goes. This is how Sasha loves me, and it’s perfect and only mine and I wouldn’t change a single thing about it.
Pulling back just enough so he can speak, he grins and says, “Ready to introduce me to your parents?”
I groan because it’s the last thing I want to do, but I’m meeting his family this weekend, and it’s only fair if he gets to do the same.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask. I’m not sure what all to tell him about my mom and stepdad, so I settle on, “They can be a lot.”
He nips at my bottom lip. “I still need to meet them. They need to know the man who’s marrying their daughter.”
Without another word, he walks around the couch and kneels in front of me. My heart speeds up when I see what he’s biting down on. The corner of his mouth lifts up, giving me an even better peek at the large ruby at the center of the gorgeous design.
