Chapter 28 - Igor

I check my watch again, tapping my foot. "We're going to be late," I call.

"We're fine," Arina calls back from upstairs.

Matvey walks in from outside. "What's taking so long?"

"She didn't like how I dressed Peter," I groan. "And she's trying to find him something cute to wear."

"He's five months old. I don't think he cares what he's wearing," Matvey moans. "Jesus." He walks out again, and I look at my watch.

"Love, we need to go. Before we annoy your brothers."

"I'm coming, I'm coming," she says as she hurries downstairs.

"What is he wearing?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"It's a little sailor's outfit. Penny got it for him." She smiles and kisses me. "Do you have his kit bag packed for his night at his grandmother's?"

"Yes, it's in the car. Can we go?" I nudge her from behind.

"You're so worried about being late. Kervyn doesn't worry if we're late." She walks outside and climbs into the car.

I climb in after her. Yvonne and Matvey are in the car behind us.

She balances Peter on her lap and coos at him as we pull out of the driveway.

I watch them fondly. "He's getting so big. Soon, he'll be walking and speaking."

"Don't wish time away," she scolds me. "I want him to stay this little forever."

"He can't," I chuckle. "He has to grow up."

She kisses his head and tucks him in her arms. "Not for now, he doesn't."

I lean over and kiss her head. "You silly dreamer."

We settle into a comfortable silence, and I watch Peter fall asleep in Arina's arms. By the time we're at Mama Milov's house, he's out cold.

I help Arina out of the car, and Mama Milov stands at the front door when we reach it. "Oh, he's asleep. Why don't you take him to my bedroom and put him in the camper cot there."

"Thank you, Mama," Arina says before leaving my side.

"Hello, Igor," Mama Milov says, touching my face in shaky hands and kissing my cheek. "You are getting taller every time I see you."

I smile and kiss her cheek back. "Thank you for taking care of Peter tonight."

"Of course, he's my grandson." She waves me in. I go to the living room, where Kervyn and Danil are talking.

Kervyn sees me and waves me over. "Oh, Igor, good you're here. Come settle something for me."

I smile and walk over. "Yes?"

How things have changed in such a short time. I would never have thought it possible that Kervyn would want my counsel on something, let alone my friendship.

"Danil says there's an uptick in blood diamonds. Do you know if that's true?"

"No, in fact, they're not as popular as they used to be. They're getting hard to sell now," I turn to Danil. "If that stupid Karl is the one you're getting your information from, don't trust him. He only trades in blood diamonds and always makes out like they're on the rise."

Danil nods. "It was Karl, fucking asshole."

"Watch your language," Asher says as she comes to stand by her husband.

"Where are the girls?" he asks, looking over her head.

"With the nannies, they've finally arrived." Asher smiles and squeezes his arm. "Don't stress so much."

Soon enough, Luka, Hannah, and the twins Arseny, Elena, and Tiana arrive. The kids are ushered to the nannies, and Penny joins all of us in the living room. Thankfully, Mama Milov has a huge house. I'm just wondering where Arina is when she appears next to me.

"Sorry, I was cuddling Peter." She grins. "I can't help myself."

"Well, he is adorable," Penny points out with a smile. "We're lucky; we have such beautiful babies from the Milovs."

Kervyn smiles and kisses her softly. "Maybe we should have some more."

I raise an eyebrow, and as I'm about to say something, Mama Milov calls, "Dinner is ready."

We all take our seats at the table, Kervyn and I at either end, with the family between us.

We start eating dinner, and the conversation turns to summer plans. Kervyn wants to go away, but Penny wants the whole family to go, not just the four of them.

"I'd love to say we could go, but I have special guests coming from Russia during the summer, my younger brother and sister. I'll be entertaining them for the summer." I smile at Arina. "They're tough, so I may have to protect Arina."

"I am more than up for a challenge," she says after she swallows her food. She sips her wine and nods. "I'm not scared."

"I doubt there are many things that scare you," I say. "Though it will be interesting to see how you get along with Yulia."

We spend the rest of the evening chit-chatting, and then when dinner is done and we've had coffee, I smile and excuse us from the party, thanking Mama Milov again for taking care of Peter so that Arina and I can have a night alone.

Arina snuggles up to me on the car ride back, her hand resting on my chest.

"Don't tell me you're tired," I tease her, kissing her head. "I plan on keeping you up all night."

"Oh, I have plans of my own," she says with a grin. "Best you be careful, husband."

"Wife," I say. "Best you behave, or I'll spank you."

"There will definitely be spanking tonight," she murmurs. She looks up to kiss me, and as she does, her hand drops to cup the bulge in my pants. I grunt into her mouth, but she pulls her hand away quickly, giggling.

"You're evil. I always knew it," I say, adjusting my pants.

"We're almost home. Then you can be free… well, I say free…" She grins. "There may be something left on the bed for you that I laid out before we left."

"Is that why you were taking so long?" I ask.

We pull up to the house, and she gets out, waits for me, then takes my hand and drags me into the house. I follow her, and the tightness in my pants is a clear expression of my excitement.

As we reach the top of the stairs, I pull her back and press her against the wall, grinding against her as I kiss her.

She runs her tongue over mine and then breaks the kiss. I attack her neck as she groans. "Igor, the bedroom."

"What's so important about the bedroom?" I grumble against her neck, nipping the skin. She slips under my arm and walks backward.

"Come with me," she says, curling her finger for me to follow her.

I smile and undo my tie, tossing it aside. I shrug off my suit jacket, and as I walk into the bedroom, I throw it on the armchair.

There are sprinkles of rose petals on the bed and I smile down at her. "Rather romantic of you?"

"I want soft and sensual," she whispers, leaning up to kiss me again.

I break the kiss, "that can be arranged."

"Be gentle," she murmurs as she pulls me towards the bed.

"Always, my love," I murmur against her lips.

I kiss her deeply and reach for the hem of her shirt. I tug at it and pull it up over her head and off. She's wearing the red lacy bra I love so much.

I reach up and fondle her breasts delicately.

"Hmmm." She tips her head back and I attack her neck in kisses.

I break the kiss and she lazily starts to unbutton my shirt.

"Arina," I breathe, "You're teasing."

"Can a woman not tease her husband?" She asks, kissing my chest softly. She kisses further down along my abdomen until she sinks to her knees.

I lick my lips as she reaches up and unzips my pants, dropping them to the floor. My cock is already erect and waiting for her, straining in my briefs.

She leans forward and kisses the shaft through the fabric softly, over and over again, as she makes her way towards the tip.

I grunt as I watch her, biting my lips. She pulls my underwear down to my ankles and I step out of them widening my gait. I stroke my cock in front of her face, moving my hand deliberately up and down the shaft.

"Something to snack on," she purrs as she moves my hand and replaces it with hers.

She sits up on her knees and swallows the head of my cock into her mouth, bobbing her head as she takes on more and more until the tip hits the back of her throat and she gags slightly. She holds it there and then bobs her head up and down fast before taking it in her throat again.

My breathing quickens and I lace my fingers in her hair, pulling on the strands in my fingers and forcing my cock into her throat, letting her choke on the girth before I pull her back.

She looks up at him, sweat forming on her brow as she sucks on the head again. I force myself in deeper, watching her gag and choke before I pull her off and help her to her feet.

I pick her up in my arms and carry her to the bed. "My turn," I growl the words.

I pull off her clothes and toss them across the room before I climb between her legs. I lean over her body to kiss her deeply before I kiss down her neck, biting and sucking on the skin. Then it's down to her chest. I undo the front clasp of her bra and expose her swollen breasts. She hasn't fed Peter or pumped so I know they're delicate. I suck on her nipple, I've tasted her sweet milk it makes no difference to me.

I move to suck on the other one. I'm making her squirm beneath me as her fingers run through my hair.

Then I trail kisses down her body, battered from carrying our son but so beautiful to me. Everything about her is perfect, down to every little scar.

I settle between her legs and look at her with a grin. "Do you want me to lick you or touch you?"

"Both," She groans.

"Greedy," I scold her before I attack her clit with my tongue, sucking and licking at it. Her hips buck and her hands make fists in the bed sheets. I insert two fingers into her as I continue my assault, moving them in and out of her quickly as they slick up with her juices.

"Igor," she groans out, her hips bucking again. "You're driving me mad."

I pull off of her and grin. "Good," I murmur before I suck on her clit again. Her legs squeeze closed either side of my head, locking it in place as I make love to her pussy. My fingers find that sweet spot to touch inside of her and I press that button, over and over and over.

She cries out. "I'm going to cum."

I smile and I don't stop, I move harder and suck more and I feel her shudder under me as an orgasm strips through her like a shot of electricity.

Almost immediately, I get up and guide my cock inside of her and start working my hips. "Fuck you're so wet," I grunt.

She wraps her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck and we kiss passionately as I buck my hips. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room.

I can feel her clenching again and I know she's ready for another orgasm.

"I'm going to cum," I grunt out. "Cum with me, baby. Cum with me."

"I'm cuming," she cries out.

We go three rounds before we collapse in a heap on the bed. She's curled up against me, stroking my chest softly as I protectively hold her against me.

And I intend to do so forever.

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THE END