Let Me In-Dragan's Tale: The Mikhailov Brothers (11 page)

CHAPTER TWENTY

SEE YOU NEXT TUESDAY

Toni

Finally getting the chance to taste the Dragan was way better than I imagined. And I had imagined a lot of potential first kisses. Everything about the man was hard. Body, countenance, freaking attitude. But there I was, wrapped tight around his middle. I could feel the tip of his erection at my ass, which offered a promise of a well-endowed man. His hands on my butt. The fingers long, and biting into the flesh. But his mouth. That mouth was the surprise. Soft full lips, firm and sure. When it first came down on mine, he let out a little groan and I was done. It felt so good to know he needed to touch me as badly as I needed to feel him. He’d walked in that bar months ago. Staring at me. Watching me move behind the taps, weave around tables at the end of the night. If only he knew the number of times it was his face in my thoughts when I slid my hand down my stomach at night. My fingertip finding the knot of nerves between my legs. All the times I awoke from a dream, wet and ready. It was his doing.

“I’m not your woman,” I’d said and it pissed him off. Good. I wasn’t his. Not yet anyway. I don’t do that Alpha male caveman shit. I have never considered myself a man’s woman. He had a lot of work to do before he got that prize. And I was looking forward to putting in the time.

I grinned, eyes going to the thin scar under his nose.

“Where’d you get that scar?” I asked.

“Which scar?” he chuckled.

My tongue traced it from left to right. “This one,” I whispered.

From a distance I heard a growl rumble. Starting in his chest, crawling up his throat to spread the vibration across my cheek.

“We
’re goin’ talk about scars? Right now?”

I raised my eyebrows and waited.

He rolled his eyes. “I got hit across the mouth with a beer bottle by some crazy bitch,” he finally answered.

My eyes widened. “Why’d she hit you with a beer bottle?” I asked.

He shook his head. “’Cause it was handy I guess.”

Smartass. “No, I mean what did you do to deserve to be hit in the mouth with a beer bottle?” I clarified.

“What the fuck? Why do you assume I did anything?” He sounded offended. I didn’t care.

“Dude, you’re a man. You walk around with attitude. And you’re ‘bout as subtle as a hurricane.”

He looked up like he was searching for the answer and then chuckled. “I called her a cunt,” he confessed.

I hissed between my teeth. “Oh, women don’t like that word,” I explained.

It was his eyebrows turn to raise. “You think?”

I gave him a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth and ordered him to put me down. He didn’t.

“You’re the one who climbed up here,” he said.

I laughed. “True, but I want to give the hospital a call. Check on my mom. And I need to call work. I just left without talking to anyone.”

He gave my ass cheek a smack and lowered me to the ground. “I talked with Rosa before Sergey and I left. You only had an hour left on the schedule. The Booth is closed for the day.”

“
Mikhailov, you can’t just close the bar. There were six people on the schedule today. That can screw with a person’s budget. Losing hours—”

He stopped me. “No one’s losing any hours Toni. Everyone gets paid. But for today, the bar is off limits. Tomorrow you and I need to talk about that crazy ass schedule of Rosa’s.”

I shook my head. “Already on it. Was goin’ to ask her to let me take on that bit anyway.”

“Good.”

He turned me and started to walk toward a rusting metal door that I assumed would lead to his apartment. I palmed my cell and called Mom’s room. The nurse answered. Mom had eaten a little lunch and was asleep again. Her pain levels had been high when she woke up from her morning nap, so the doctor had prescribed a mild sedative. It had knocked her out.

I told the nurse I would be in later in the after
noon and reminded her to call my cell phone if they needed me.

Dragan had directed me down a long hallway. His apartment was the last door on the left.

“Seriously, you live here?” I asked. I was afraid I’d get tetanus if I touched the door.

“It suited my purpose when I came back to Austin.”

I nodded as he unlocked the door and led me in the one room apartment. “So you needed a place to live that had a ‘crack den’ kinda vibe, eh?”

He smiled and brought me up against him.
“Antonina,” he leaned down and whispered in my ear.

“Yeah?”

“You are my woman.”

The Dragan

I told Antonina to ta
ke a seat and I went to the mini refrigerator Evelyn made me buy and got her bottled water. It was all I had.

For a moment I regretted bringing Toni to my apartment. Maybe with a woman like that
, the setting should be more appealing. A big bed covered in soft sheets, scented candles. But when I turned to tell her we should go to her house she had already removed her jean skirt and T-shirt. She sat there, on the end of my ugly ass single bed with nothing but a white lace bra and panty set and those fucking cowboy boots. Her legs were crossed, leaning back on her hands behind her. She smiled at me.

I tossed the bottle into a corner and she laughed.

Walking to her, I shed my jacket first, popped off my shoes and started at my tie.

“Leave the tie on, Mikhailov,” she ordered. I complied and went to my knees in front of her.
I eased my hand between her knees and uncrossed her legs. I placed a chaste kiss on her knee, letting my hands slide down the worn brown cowboy boot. Taking it by the heel, I angled it off to find a rainbow striped knee-high sock. I repeated my efforts with the right foot and tossed both boots in the general vicinity of the forgotten bottled water.

Toni wrapped the
broad part of my silk tie around her hand and pulled me to her. Her mouth on mine, I let her control the kiss. I clenched my hands into fists to keep from taking over. Her lips and tongue tasted my mouth while her hands unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it from my body. I let her pull my torso between her legs, my arms next to her hips. Her fingers found the scar that trailed down my right shoulder blade.

“Will you tell me about your tattoos?” she asked.

“Later, sweetheart.”

She took her time, examining the
three-inch scar below my right nipple. “What is this from? She traced the puckered skin on my chest, where a man stabbed me in my sleep when I was seventeen.

“Bar fight,”
I answered.

She looked into my eyes for a second then continued. “And this one?” Her hand found the old wound
below my clavicle. It was narrow but deep. A fillet knife had been inserted with practiced ease. I’d lost little blood but it managed to puncture my lung.

“Fishing accident,” I lied. Though it wasn’t far from the truth
.

She looked back into my face. She didn’t ask about the scars there. But I had them.

“Antonina, can I have that mouth back now?”

She
nodded and gave it back to me. “Put your hands on me Mikhailov,” she urged.

“No,” I ground into her lips.

“Your hands!” she said again, her little fist tugging at my tie.

I refused and dug my knuckles into
the mattress. She edged closer to the end of the bed. I could feel her control slipping. I’d shoot my fucking load in my pants before I’d cave. She wanted the control; I was going to make her earn it.

I rocked my torso nearer and chuckled at the hiss I got when my hipbone pressed into her. She tried to duplicate the pressure and I eased back. I loved teasing her. Pissing her off got me hard but I was holding on by a thread.

“Toni, you ready to let me taste that pussy, sweetheart?”

With a groan she let go of my tie. Her face was fucking poetry. Blushed pink
, her mouth swollen. Her breath came out in a rush waiting for my move.

“
On your back, Antonina.” She immediately complied. Her legs spread at the corner of the bed. I got up on my knees and eyed the undies first. “Let me see that pussy.”

She lifted both legs perpendicular to the bed, jacked her ass up and
soon the underwear was sliding up her legs, over her toes and tossed somewhere behind me. I unbuttoned my pants and ordered her to rest her feet of the edge of the mattress. My zipper down, I was massaging my cock watching Toni spread open for me.

I licked my lips and cut my eyes to her. She was biting at her lower lip. Her hands fisting into the sheet, I knew what she was feeling. I knew the need to control your own pleasure. To drive and grind until you got what you wanted.

I pumped my dick once and bent down between her thighs. My turn.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

HEADBOARD

Toni

“
Mikhailov!” I gasped; air came from my lungs in a whoosh. His hands held my thighs open and his tongue darted into me immediately. I involuntarily convulsed around the muscle, loving the invasion and his hands tightened on my legs as he started licking me. Up and down his tongue laved at me. I wanted to ask him a question but my words came out in little moans instead. I wanted to demand more of everything but when I opened my mouth, all I could focus on was breathing. I tried to move but he nibbled and licked. It was too much.

The muscles in my stomach started to shake, my legs quivered under his hands.

His mouth covering my clit and he sucked, his face grinding back and forth across my pussy. I felt the friction from his facial hair on my naked skin. I groaned and pleaded, but I didn’t understand why I was begging. The heat of my orgasm started in my legs. In my body, a match struck and ignited to flame. The relentless sensations danced across my abdomen, down my arms and up to my scalp.

“
Mikhailov,” I groaned, my eyes shutting tight. I rode vibrations until I gave in and jumped over the side and into oblivion.

Dragan
had crawled up my body and had my nipple in his mouth when I opened my eyes. I watched his mouth work the peak. Lick, suck, bite. Again and again. “Mikhailov,” I said, pulling his head from my breast. “Please kiss me.”

His mouth came to mine. Our tongues meeting, twirling and dodging. I brought my hands up to his face, trying to lead the dance but he wouldn’t let me.

He’d pushed me to the center of the bed and kept his legs between mine. His knees keeping me open to him. His mouth traveled up my neck, to my ear and down to my shoulders. My body shuddered.

With a growl, he gripped my neck and sat me up, scooping his hands under my ass so I straddled him
. I reached behind to guide him into me. When the head of his cock reached my entrance, I hiccupped a breath.

“I want you riding me sweetheart,” he whispered in my ear.

I nodded and adjusted my position so he could lay is long body in the center of the bed. I was on him and easing onto his dick. He held me still for a moment, dragging the head back and forth across the swollen lips between my legs. Using my wetness he lubed the head and glided into me.

“Ah,
God, Mikhailov,” I moaned. The heat from the stretch made me wince.

“
You good, sweetheart? Take all of me, Toni.”

I nodded slowly and relaxed my muscles. “Uh huh,
all of you baby,” I said. My hands settling on the headrest of the bed, I started riding. Slowly at first, I tilted my hips forward as I slid down his cock and then bringing my hips back to rock back up his length. Again and again I rode him like this. Soon, I felt his hips thrusting up to meet my downward plunge. The friction built until I sensed another orgasm.

“
Mikhailov, I’m going to come again,” I warned. I looked down at his face. A picture of concentration, he sucked my nipple into his mouth. The pull from his mouth made me quiver. I couldn’t take the dual sensations anymore and pulled away, resting my hands on his chest, I rode him while he slammed into me.

“Yeah, that’s right baby. Fuck that cock sweetheart,”
he cheered me on. “Come on Toni!” he demanded.

I ground my teeth together, fighting the urge to let go and come. Sweat beaded down
my back and into my ass crack but I fucked him harder, slamming down. My head falling back as I let the sounds of our bodies slapping together carry me.

I cried out as I came hard but Dragan didn’t yield. Instead he sat up and pushed me to my back. He left one of my legs between his and grabbed the other leg and lifted it over his shoulder.

“Hold on to the headboard,” he ordered slamming into me. With nothing in the way, he was able to fill me to the hilt. “Come for me again, Antonina” he cried out. I knew he was close; a flush crept up his neck making the tattoos I was so fascinated with earlier, stand out.

He grunted into me, his thumb going to my hypersensitive nub. Circling once before I cried out my orgasm and his own need followed with my name on his lips.