Let Me In-Dragan's Tale: The Mikhailov Brothers (13 page)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

LADY PARTS

Evie

“Are you sure you’re okay, honey?” I was still worried. Sergey had folded me into his arms and we were reclined on our bed together.

“
Moya zvezda,” he moaned into my ear. “You’re having my baby.” He lifted his torso off me and rubbed his hand over my belly.

“Oh shit,” I gasped.

“What babe?” He searched my face.
“I’m going to have to really exercise now. I can’t fake it once a week.”

He laughed at me then. I
loved it when Sergey laughed. He did it with his whole body. His knee was between my legs and the movement awakened my lady parts.

He felt
my shift and his eyes came down to me. The shiny green of his pupils were fluctuating. Darkness prevailed behind them and soon the hue turned to a stormy emerald. His gaze fell to my lips and his tongue peeked out.

“Baby,” he growled.

His mouth came down on mine and my leg, that had been resting atop his, began to shift as I slanted my pelvis to rub on his knee.

He
pulled his lips from mine and sitting up on his knees he rolled my yoga pants down my legs.

“Sergey, we can’t,”
I admonished unconvincingly, all the while helping him remove my pants, my hands making short work of my underwear.

He turned and laid his head on the pillow. Hooking his finger and smiling I knew what he wanted.
I felt a trickle of my need run down my inner thigh, and crawled up his body and positioned my knees at his head, next to his ears. The first wave of desire gently rolled me as his hands glided up to spread me open, his tongue flicking my clit in salutation before he nestled his face into my pussy. He sucked at the pucker of my anus, his tongue rimming, his thumb massaging my perineum.

“Fuck
, love that honey,” I whimpered.

I heard him chuckle. “I know
, baby.”

His
mouth rooted for my clit again and latched on, sucking and humming. A shock of pleasure crashed into me. The roll of the wave growing in intensity and volume was forming, and I needed more.

“Honey?” I moaned a
nd pushed my hand into his hair, forcing his mouth from me.

“
Evie!” he protested but I ignored him and spun. Back on my knees but facing his legs, I supported myself on one hand and unbuttoned his jeans and my shaking fingers unlocked the teeth of his zipper. His cock sprang free, the tip popping into my waiting mouth.

“Evie!” The protest had become a plea as I sucked his cock past my lips and tongue, swallowing the fat, ready head.

His hands and mouth recommitted to my pleasure after the initial shock and his finger
s parted my lips, his tongue twirling around my clit, then sucking it, while his thumb returned to my ass.

Meanwhile the hand that was working the base of his shaft, slipped down to take his sack into my palm. Kneading and squeezing, I was massaging his balls when the orgasm slammed into me. At the same time his pelvis thrust upward, fucking my mouth.

“Hands and knees, baby,” he ordered but I ignored him, working the tip of his cock with my lips.

“No!” I answered.

I heard him panting behind me, trying to postpone the climax that was barreling toward him.

He tried to
punish me by bringing me down on his face again.

I laughed and swallowed his
cum as we came together.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

RAMPS

Toni

It became abundantly clear five minutes after Sergey left us in his kitchen that we needed to make ourselves scarce.

It had been a long day and I wanted to go home, clean up and change before spending the evening with my mom. The
orthopedic surgeon was due to visit her at six p.m. and I wanted to be there to discuss what the surgery to repair the deep cut on her arm would entail. The ER doctor had cleaned it and stitched it but we agreed that when her pain was under control a surgeon would have to access the extent of the damage to her tendons and muscles. She already had enough health concerns and we didn’t need permanent damage to her arm that could have been avoided if it were addressed right the first time.

Just as Dragan had said, his friend Mike had delivered my car to me that afternoon. He said it needed a new battery and unfortunately I didn’t know enough about car repair to question him. When I got in the car and turned the engine over I
was immediately struck with the ease. My car never started on the first try. Mike also said he had his guy wash it for me. But I knew that the tires on it weren’t just clean. They were new. Drive shitty, retreaded tires for five years and see if you can’t tell the difference.

My radio worked too
. And sometime between last night, when it died on the side of the road, and this afternoon when Mike delivered it, my Nissan Stanza had given birth to a new CD/MP3 player.

Dragan and I had parted in the driveway at Sergey and Evie’s. Once he had me in my car, he didn’t wait around. He kissed me, smacked my ass, hopped in his car and drove away. I took two things from that behavior: he knew my car was safe to drive now and he knew I would question how much of a favor Mike the mechanic owed him.

When I pulled up to my house, I hit the brakes, hard. Pretty sure they are new too, because I didn’t hear the telltale squeak. I looked around the neighborhood. Most of my neighbors were still at work. Their driveways, if they were lucky enough to have one, were empty. But sitting in my drive was a white work van and a long matching pick up with the words Orlov Construction painted on the side.

I parked my car and made my way to the van in the drive. There were men pulling equipment out, ladders being hoisted up and over me.

“Excuse me,” I said. A man who was ordering workers around my yard turned and gave me an appreciative look.

“Hi, there!” He smiled.
“I’m Joe Decker. Are you Miss Hume?”

I nodded and jumped
when a jackhammer started demolishing my front porch. “What’s happening?” I yelled. “I didn’t order work.” I waved my arms around.

He smiled,
looked behind me and pointed. I followed his gaze to the hulk of a man jumping out of a black F-150 pickup truck. I recognized him immediately and made my way to him.

“Antonina, I am so sorry. I wanted to be here to greet you but we got tied up on the
phone with Evelyn and Sergey.”
It was Boris, Brenna’s husband. I shook my head. “I didn’t make the connection when I saw the name on the vans,” I yelled over the hammering.

He shook his head and guided me to his truck. Swinging the door open, he lifted me in without a word and came around the front to climb into the cab next to me. When he shut the door, the din was muffled enough that we could speak with one another without screaming.

“Boris,” I began. “I feel awful, but I didn’t order any work to be done. I think your men have the wrong house.”

He laughed. And he had a great laugh. Really deep and sincere. “No, little Toni. Dragan texted me last night. Asked me to send one of my crews over to make your house wheelchair accessible.”

I was stunned. Dragan hadn’t said a word.

I started to ask about cost when Boris interrupted me. “
Drago said your momma couldn’t move around in her home the way she should be able to. So, here we are! My boys will get this place where it needs to be for her. No problem,” he woofed.

I fought to keep the lump in my throat from choking me. “Boris, this is incredible but I can’t afford—”

“There is nothing to afford. You are family. Your momma needs something I have. So you have it.” He sounded angry. It certainly wasn’t my intention to anger the Mountain but…

“Please, don’t be upset, Boris. This is just about the nicest thing,” my voice cracked and the bulge expanded behind my windpipe. “I…I’m just…” I started to cry and I felt like an idiot.

Instantly Boris’s extra-large mitt reached out and brought me to his side.

I totally lost it. The fatigue and worry that had plagued me for months hit me in the chest and I sobbed.

“Little Toni,” the big man fussed. “Everything is going to be alright. Your momma will be fine. You are a strong woman. Bren and I, we saw this right away. We knew
it and I said to Bren, I said, ‘Bren, that Toni, she is a good woman. Evie is lucky to have such a good friend.’ And my Bren, she agreed. And then Drago called us and told us what a good daughter you are. You take care of your momma. You keep her safe and well. And he said to me. ‘Boris, Antonina carries her momma around. I need that fixed.’ So here I am. I fix it. Okay, little Toni?”

I swallowed my cries and nodded. “I’m sorry, Boris. Thank you so much.”

He patted my back. “Never apologize for feeling my dear.” He gave me a squeeze and leaned back. “The boys are coming back tomorrow to start on the inside. Will eight a.m. be alright?”

“I thought you were building a ramp?”

“We are. A ramp… and we are replacing the cracked walkway and adding a ramp to the back porch. Then we widen Momma Hume’s bedroom door and outfit the bathroom to make it easier for her to use.”

“I don’t know what to say, Boris. I… thank you so much. But I need to pay.”

He ignored me and opened his door, the sound of jackhammers and nail guns spilling into the cab. “All paid up, little Toni. My Brenna wants you and your momma at our house for supper very soon. And.” He pointed and I saw Dragan parked across the street, watching us.

I jumped from the cab before Boris could get to me and waved, making my way to
Dragan.

Walking to the driver’s side door, I stood waiting for him to
acknowledge me. Even with the tint of the glass, his fingers wrapped around the wheel, I could see that his knuckles were white. Without looking at me, he opened the door and got out. Standing in front of me, his hands tucked under his arms. I think it was his version of the universal ‘fuck off’. I wondered if he just realized what a ramp from Orlov Construction was going to cost him.

“Why did I pull up here to find you in
my brother in-law’s arms?”

Okay, that I did not expect. “What? That’s not seriously why you’re looking at me like you want to punch something?”

“Is that your fucking answer?”

I felt that tingle in my soft spot again. “Don’t talk to me that way?” I warned, low.

“What way, Antonina?”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to have this conversation out here. If you
’re angry with all that Boris is doing, let’s stop it. I appreciate that you thought of it. It was nice. But it’s not a problem. I’ve looked into ramps and they can be really expensive. ”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me across the street.

“I’m trying to be appreciative goddamn it,” I yelled. “I suck at this. Stop pulling me.”

We walked past
Joe and he caught sight of my arm in Dragan’s grasp.

He stepped
up and blocked our path to the back door, “Everything ok here, Miss Hume?” He squared his shoulders and tossed Dragan a look that made me wince.

I tried to smooth the tension from the situation. “Everything is fine, Mr. Decker. I think
Mr. Mikhailov…” I pointed to Dragan. “…underestimated the resources needed to add the ramp. Maybe it would be best to suspend work for now.”

The man raised his hand. “The boys have everything prepped. But that
’s cool.” He thought for a moment and continued. “Look.” He winked. “If your friend here can’t afford the work, how about I come back this weekend and install the ramp for you.” He should have thought longer.

Dragan had released me and was at the man’s throat before his movement had registered in my brain. Joe, the not so bright contractor, was
on his knees. Dragan leaning down to him.

“Whoa,” Boris came stumbling out of my backdoor. “Drago, my brother!
Stіĭte! Stіĭte!”

Dragan ignored him and
pressed the man further into the ground.

“Antonina,” Boris called. “Tell Dragan to stop!” he bellowed. “Stіĭte!”

That thawed my muscles and I ran over to Dragan, forcing his face into my hands. “Mikhailov, listen to me.” His eyes were on me but he wasn’t seeing me. “Mikhailov,” I screamed. “Look at me Mikhailov.” That did it. His eyes narrowed and his focus was on me. I nodded my head and he released the man’s hand. He straightened to his full height. I watched him as he took a deep inhalation into his lungs and exhaled. “Let’s go in the house and sit down, okay. Everything’s fine.” I said this more to assure myself then him. He turned and said something to Boris in Russian and stepped up and onto the back porch. The crumbling concrete step had been removed. No wonder Boris nearly fell when he came out of the house.

He reached out his hand and pulled me up to him and together we disappeared through the threshold.