“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”
“I’m going to fuck you until you understand that there won’t be any walking away from me,” he rasped against her ear. “Or this. You’re going to realize I have been fighting to get you to see me.”
“I see you,” Harper panted. “Christ almighty
…
I swear I see you
…
”
“You’re gonna feel me too, Sweets.” His thrusts became impossibly harder as he caught her bottom lip and nipped it then sucked it into his mouth; her whole body felt as though it were on fire. She couldn’t even move, could only take the borderline unbearable pleasure he was giving her. “Every. Last. Inch,” Konstantine growled, finding the pulse in her neck and focusing his teeth and tongue there until the sensation of burning flames shot up Harper’s spine.
“Koz!” Her womb clenched so hard that for a moment it hurt before giving way to the sweetest bliss she’d ever known.
His hands slapped against the door as his movements became frantic and jerky, and then he filled her.
***
“Koz, please
…
I just wanna sleep
…
” Harper groaned, rolling over to face him as he pressed his lips down her back in a slow trail of kisses.
He snorted and straddled her hips. “No can do, Sweets. Need to make sure you can’t move tomorrow morning.”
“It
is
tomorrow morning.” She rubbed her eyes. “My vaginal walls are ready to press assault and battery charges against you and that zucchini you call a cock. Speaking of which
…
” Tapping said cock with her finger, she watched it swing back and forth before she looked up at him again. “Get it outta my face before I almost lose an eye
…
again.”
“Aww.” Konstantine rubbed his lips against hers until her pout was gone. “Is my little sugar addict sore?”
“Apparently not sore enough,” she muttered, but he heard it just the same.
With a grin, he ran his palms up her sides until he reached his second favorite place on her body—her tits. The first place was her pussy and the third her ass but there was something about the full, chocolate-tipped globes that made him believe there was indeed a God, and he’d had a hand in sculpting Harper just for him.
“Which means what exactly?” he questioned, gripping her nipples.
“It means I’ve suddenly become a whore.” She hissed, her hips lifting.
He smirked. “A whore? No.” Leaning down, he caught one nipple between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue, noticing the way her breathing changed before he let go with a wet pop. “Just as addicted to me as I am to you? Yes.”
“I was always addicted, Koz,” she said in an absent tone.
Konstantine stopped. “What was that?”
“I was always addicted, okay?” Harper snarled. “Happy now?”
He rolled over until he rested beside her. “I don’t exactly understand what you’re trying to tell me, Sweets.”
Her sighed was loud and long before she finally, quietly
admitted, “I love you.”
His heart started beating a mile a minute. “What was that? Couldn’t quite hear you past the sound of your pride shattering.”
“Shut up!” She straddled his chest, slapping at his head while he laughed.
Konstantine sat up and locked his arms around her waist, taking her mouth with a determination that made her hips roll against him, her moistening pussy sliding over his length as she rocked above him. “I love every single part of you.” He nipped her earlobe, teased her throat with his tongue, and gripped her behind, squeezing.
“Ditto,” she breathed against his cheek then stopped. “But I swear to God you’re fucking stuck with me. Don’t back out six months from now because I. Will. Kill. You.”
He snorted. “As if I could.” Pulling back, he stared at her. “Change of heart?”
“No.” She shook her head. “My heart has always been here. I just finally decided to get my head here too.” Cupping his face, she added, “I’d rather want to kill you on a daily basis for pissing me off than wonder what it would be like to be with you like this all the time.”
“Wow.” His tone was amazed. “My cock is indeed magical.”
“You ruined it! Why’d you have to ruin it?”
Tumbling backwards, he rolled until she was beneath him and pushed her onto her right side. Kneeling, he straddled her right leg and curled her left leg around his left side. “Don’t worry. I’m about to make up for it.”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Harper stared up at him, “Did we not have a discussion about breaking my vagina?”
“Quiet, woman.” Konstantine slid into her without a moment of hesitation, groaning as her muscles gripped him in a feather-soft but firm caress. “Its like I’m home.”
She opened her mouth, but whatever she was about to say only left in a low “Oh” as he moved his hips.
***
Best. Sex. Ever. How could she ever leave this? She couldn’t. She wouldn’t even try. Konstantine managed to turn her body inside out without much effort, instinctively knowing what she needed and how she needed it each and every time he made love to her.
When would she ever find someone who knew her this well? When would she ever find someone who could love her the way he did? Never. Every relationship she’d attempted had failed because each one of them saw what she refused to at the time—Konstantine Vetrov was the love of her life.
The man had done what he’d promised—he’d fucked her until her viewpoint changed. But it wasn’t just the physical
pleasure she experienced with him. No, the way Konstantine had stared at her with no barriers, the way he’d whispered to her how perfect she was, and the way he’d held her afterwards all left her contented and satisfied. No one else would ever be able to take her there, make her as happy as he did. This insane, hilarious, adorably sweet man was hers—
hers—
and she’d be damned if she’d let him go. Damned to look for something she’d never find with anyone else.
Catching her bottom lip, she bit down as he reached between them to rub her clit between his thumb and forefinger, causing spots to dance behind her closed lids.
“Look at me, Sweets,” he demanded above her.
She locked gazes with him and he stared back, hair falling around his face, brows drawn downwards in concentration as he pushed his length forward over and over again.
“I love you,” she whispered. She’d been hiding from him, selfishly. Harper knew it had to be frustrating to have her running from him, but fight or flight had been riding her hard. No more running and no more hiding. This was it.
His smile was slow and so warm it took her breath away for a moment, leaving her suspended as an orgasm rushed up her core and fanned outwards. “Love you too, Sweets.”
Harper came screaming his name without an iota of shame about it.
Five years later
…
Konstantine crept along the edges of the hallway, listening to the much smaller steps trailing behind him until he finally reached the kitchen. Peeking inside, he shot quick glances around every corner before looking over his shoulder.
“You ready, Cookie?” he questioned, calling his daughter by her nickname.
Four-year-old Marlow Vetrov nodded her small head, dark curls shaking all over the place, her wide blue eyes twinkling up at him. He grinned down at his baby girl, the result of what he’d done to Harper the night she found out he’d had a condo and cars the whole time he’d been staying with her just five short years ago. “Mommy’s not around. Know what that means?”
“Cookies!” Marlow cheered, dancing around and looking more like her mother than anything.
“Shh,” he hushed her. “We have to be quiet or what happens?”
“Mommy busts us like the coppers and you get in trouble,” she whispered.
He nodded. “Exactly.” Reaching down, he waited for her to leap into his arms then hauled her upwards and walked towards the double-door fridge. “You see ’em yet?”
“No,” Marlow answered.
Konstantine lifted her higher. “What about now?”
“No.”
“Looking for something?” Harper asked, appearing out of nowhere.
Father and daughter screamed in unison, spinning around to find her standing in the doorway, brow quirked and a small tin in her hand.
“You’re skulking. Why are you skulking?” he asked, and then looked at his daughter, whose innocent face was in full effect. “What do we say when Mommy skulks, Cookie?”
She waved a small finger. “Skulking makes Daddy wanna spank you.”
His wife rolled her eyes, waddling towards them, her six-months-pregnant belly leading the way. “Come here, Cookie.” Harper took Marlow out of his arms. “What’s Daddy doing when he says stuff like that?”
“Being skeevey.” Their daughter answered dutifully.
“That’s right.” She set Marlow on the counter and opened a tin, handing their girl a cookie. “And what happens when Daddy’s being skeevey?”
“He sleeps alone.”
“Ah, that’s my girl.” Harper handed her another treat and turned to Konstantine, her grin wide and bright.
Konstantine narrowed his eyes on his wife. “She has to take a nap at some point, Sweets.”
She smirked. “I just gave her two double fudge chocolate chip cookies. When, pray tell, do you think she’ll be sleeping?”
With a wide gaze, he looked from her and then toward their daughter. “You’re a cruel, cruel woman, Mrs. Vetrov.”
She grabbed a cookie for herself, took a bite then placed the rest between his lips. “What I am is a planner, baby.” Wiping Marlow’s face and hands, she asked, “Who wants to be my kitchen assistant today?” Harper worked from home more these days, letting her assistant manager takeover at Sweet Treats
so she could dedicate more time to tending to Marlow.
“Do I get more cookies?” Cookie inquired. The kid had that nickname for a reason.
“If you do a good job,” Harper answered.
“I’m in!”
Konstantine watched them mill about the kitchen, grabbing supplies to bake a cake, his heart warming at the way they teased each other back and forth, Harper swiping flour onto Marlow’s nose and their baby girl returning the favor. He spent his days and nights with the two most important people in his life, and even when he had to travel they were with him.
When he went into the office, Marlow was at his side. When he came home, he was constantly bugging the shit out of his wife. Getting her pregnant with their second child had been no easy feat. The softball game to end all softball games had ensued, and now here they were with another little girl on the way. Something Nana Margo, Papa Ivan, his in-laws, and Owen and Janet were more than happy about.
He wondered if the new baby would have Harper’s smile and mannerisms like Marlow did or if she’d be a blend of them both. He wondered if she’d ever be interested in softball or love baking more. He wondered if she’d be as much of a Daddy’s girl as her older sister was.
He wondered if he could ever be this happy or full without them, and knew the answer to that was a resounding
no.
The reason why? Because he’d found the sweetest thing, and he was never letting it go.