Page 35 of Bratva Bastard

Her hands slid down to my boxers—I didn’t have a swimsuit—and she grabbed my cock, stroking it right there in the pool.

I sucked in a breath, glancing around to see if any other patrons were nearby. Personally, I couldn’t give a fuck less, but I knew Crissy wouldn’t feel so open. Then again, she was the one who’d grabbed my dick in the first place.

She pulled her bikini bottom to the side, rubbing the head of my cock against her warm pussy, making me throb and grow harder, before she pushed me inside of her.

“Fuck,” I groaned into her ear. Grabbing her ass, I pushed into her deeper, and she let out a soft moan.

I pounded into her pussy, water splashing around us from the motion. Her mouth found my neck and she sucked at my nape hard, biting onto my shoulder as she held back from crying out.

“Goddamn, your pussy feels so good,” I groaned, feeling myself about to come, but pulled out, erupting like a volcano into the swimming pool.

But Crissy hadn’t come yet, and I wasn’t about to leave her hanging. I grabbed her by the hips, lifting her to the pool’s edge. Holding her bikini bottom to the side, I slid my tongue into her pussy, flicking my tongue against her clit before sucking on it.

“Ohh, god…” she moaned, tipping her head back as I feasted on her pussy. Her thighs tightened around my face, her body shaking, and she soon collapsed on the side of the pool, chest heaving. “That was… wow,” she said between breaths.

I winked, saying, “Nothing like a quickie in the hotel pool.”

Swatting my arm, she laughed, her back against the cold concrete surrounding the pool. She didn’t move, probably exhausted from working two jobs and having orgasms in between.

I climbed out of the pool, bending down to pick her up. “What are you doing?” she asked, but I didn’t say a word as I lifted her, carrying her over to the lawn chairs and delicately placing her down. A towel sat nearby, so I snatched it up and covered her, sitting in the lawn chair beside her.

“You know,” I said, propping myself up on my elbow. “I’m worried that you’re extending yourself too much. You’re teaching yoga in the morning, taking care of your mother in the afternoon, bartending in the evening. And when you should be resting, you’re spending your time havingamazingsex with a stud,” I teased, hoping to make her laugh.

She rolled her eyes, her lips curved into a coy smile. “You think awfully highly of yourself, don’t youstud?”

I loved that she met my banter. Crissy was incredibly smart—more so than she let on, or even believed herself to be—and she was the only woman to match my wit. She wasn’t afraid to make me look like a fool, and it drove me wild when she did. And I loved to dish it right back to her.

“Of course,” I answered with a shrug. “Now don’t change the subject. You can’t keep working as much as you do, Crissy. It’s too much stress on one person.”

She sighed, rubbing her face. “Then what do you suggest I do?”

I know she’d heard it a million times before from everyone else, but this timeIwas telling her. And I hoped that given our recent time spent together, she might consider what I say.

“Quit bartending. Yoga is your true passion, anyway.” Such a simple request that had so many complexities attached to it. I knew what I was asking, that it was half her income gone if she did, that she needed the money to take care of her mother. But I said it, regardless. Because she needed to consider her own health for once.

“And how do you suppose I make up the money I’d be losing if I quit my job at the hotel?” she asked, more amused by my suggestion than anything—as if she wasn’t taking me seriously.

“I’ll take care of you.”

I spoke as if it were obvious. But when the words came out of my mouth, I froze, the intention of what I’d said settling in. I hadn’t even realized that was what I wanted, but when I said it, I knew it was true. There was no regret in my statement.

Crissy huffed out a laugh, still thinking that I was teasing her. But I wasn’t. I was more serious at that moment than I’d ever been in my life.

And that thought terrified me more than anything.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that,” she said, waving the offer away like it meant nothing. She smiled, though I could tell it was forced. Behind that smile, there was so much more she kept hidden, reluctant to reveal. But I wanted her to show me. I wanted to see every part of her, no matter what it was.

“You don’t have to ask me, Crissy. I’m offering. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

She looked away, her voice soft and sad. “I would only be a burden, and I refuse to do that.”

And that was the end of it. The subject changed, and I didn’t bring it up again.

If only she could understand that she was anything but a burden. I may not have realized it then, but in that moment, I would have done anything to be with her.

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For weeks,Crissy and I had spent every night together. Never in my life had I wanted to spend so much time with one person. Yeah, I’ve had girlfriends, but it was never anything serious. By the time I hit my 20’s, I’d given up relationships and swapped it out for dating. One-night stands. Hook-ups in the bathroom at the club. It didn’t matter where, or with who—I’d wanted only one thing.

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