Chapter 27 - Adley

Ivan didn't hesitate, pulling off his shirt and reaching for the buttons on his pants. In a flash, he was stripped down to nothing, tossing his clothes to the floor in a heap. I reached for his chest, gliding my wet hands over his skin.

I was so hungry to feel him, to get him inside me. I knew I had to take it a bit easier, but if I didn't feel Ivan sinking deep into my core, I was going to lose it. He stepped into the large tub easily, pulling me onto his lap.

My legs draped behind his as we sat in the middle of the bath, and I took Ivan's face in both hands.

"I don't understand how we got here, really. How you found me in that bar and swooped in like some knight in shining, stolen armor. But you did."

As I stared into Ivan's eyes, I ran my hands down his arms. He felt solid and alive beneath my fingertips, and my pussy was already squeezing at the thought of him sheathing himself up to the hilt.

It had been too long. I needed him. I needed Ivan to remind me just who I belonged to and how right we felt together.

"I don't either, Adley. It just…did." He slid his hands up my arms to my cheeks. "I only know two things. One, this is more real than anything I've ever felt. And two, I'm going to claim every inch of you as often as I can. You belong to me, and I'm nothing without you."

I smiled, brimming with latent fear and the ever-present arousal I felt from just being around Ivan. "Please, husband. Make me feel alive."

He crashed his lips to mine, and behind the intensity was a burning connection. I wanted every touch to last forever. I wanted to savor every single sensation with everything I had, giving myself entirely to Ivan as he claimed me all over again.

Our tongues played in delicious swirls, and Ivan dragged his hands from my face to my hips. His thick erection pressed between us, and my pussy was throbbing with need, slick and wet for him.

Lifting me slightly, Ivan slid his cock inside me. My head fell back as he sheathed himself inside up to the hilt, and he gripped my back, lowering his mouth toward my breasts where his tongue could flick across my nipples.

I slowly began to rock my hips in lazy circles, testing my stamina. Being in that fucking bed for the past few days had been a nightmare, and being in my body like this was exactly what I needed.

Ivan was what I needed.

Setting up a steady rhythm, I moved so the head of his dick rubbed against the sensitive area deep inside my pussy, making me moan low. Ivan scooped his hand under my breast, bringing my nipple deeper into his mouth.

The water sloshed gently as we moved, and the flickering of the candles made me feel like I was in a movie or something—low and romantic lighting for the first moment we've had like this since I nearly died.

A deep, guttural moan tore from me as Ivan's impressive erection reached deeper inside me. Then he was sliding his other hand beneath my ass, helping me to ride him up and down in the tub.

It was perfection.

I squeezed around Ivan's shaft as the deliberate movements drew out every inch of sensation that racked my body—intense and pointed and nearly too much to handle. From his thick cock stretching me to the way he teased and nipped at the hard peaks straining on my breasts, everything felt magnified by the enormity of our connection and the private place in the world we carved out for ourselves.

"Ivan! Ugh!"

My voice was breathy, and I could scarcely restrain the hunger rising in me. Ivan thrust up in time with the circles of my hips. Slow ins and outs made me focus entirely on how he slid into me, filling me up completely.

My orgasm built, and my oversensitive body was inches from blowing apart, lost to the feeling of my husband claiming me so thoroughly.

"That's it, sweetheart." Ivan seated me fully, bottoming out so far that he nudged my cervix. "God damn the feel of you."

It's not long before I need more from Ivan, more of this mind-numbing connection that I had been so desperate to feel again. Ivan immediately picked up on it, lifting me and pushing me down to my knees in the tub.

A devilish smirk lit up Ivan's face, and he held my stare with a vibrant intensity as I took him in my mouth.

Water sloshed louder as I moved my entire body in time with my thrusting head, taking every inch of Ivan's cock down my throat. I took him as far as I could and then brushed his sack with my tongue when he bottomed out.

Ivan grunted, low and animal, and his hands threaded through my hair as he thrust in and out faster.

"So damn beautiful, love. God, you feel like fucking heaven."

Before he finished, I pulled back, turning around to lean over the edge of the bath. Finding my slit with his fingers, I drove them deep, twirling them slowly and sending me right back to the edge. The desire to come pulsed in my clit, driving me wild. He reached around my hip and patted the sensitive skin of my clit lightly.

"Ivan!"

I bucked as the orgasm raked through me, clamping down around his fingers as he continued to fuck me with them achingly slow. As it backed off, Ivan circled around me, coming to the other end of the tub so that he could get on his knees before me.

Standing straighter, I watched as Ivan slid his fingers back into my pussy and sucked the needy bud of my clit into his mouth.

"Oh my God…fuuuuck." My words tumbled out of me, half delirious and utterly blissed out.

I came—again. Even more, I fluttered harder as I watched Ivan stroke his cock while his tongue and fingers worked me. A massive wave of pleasure unfurled from me like a tsunami, and Ivan lapped up every drop, his eyes hungry and entranced.

My legs trembled, and Ivan spun me around to sit back down on his shaft. I didn't know if I could take more, but the need for this unbridled passion still flooded my veins.

I'd nearly lost him. He nearly lost me, and I knew that we were reminding each other that we were still there, still together.

Riding Ivan with my back to his chest, he held my hips up enough so that he could fuck into me hard. My shoulder ached, but I ignored that pain, or rather embraced it. I'd almost lost this for good, and I wasn't about to let the discomfort take it away from me.

The strokes were still slow and purposeful, forcing me to know nothing else but the sensations rocking my body. The way it felt to glide up and down the ridges of his erection, particularly the head, how Ivan's fingers pressed into my hips enough to bruise, the possession that he exuded for everything I was and everything I might become.

Reaching around to my breast, Ivan pinched my nipple, and I clenched around his shaft. The slow pumps of his hips speared him up to the hilt inside me, rough but unhurried.

"God damn , Ivan." My eyes clamped shut, moisture clinging to my lashes. "It's too much. Too good. Don't ever leave me."

"Never, sweetheart." Ivan pumped in still more brutal strides, bouncing me on his lap. "This pussy is mine. You are all mine. Nothing will ever take you away from me."

My fingers went to my clit, caressing Ivan's shaft as it disappeared inside me. He groaned, and my head fell back onto his shoulder.

Somehow, my body both melted into him and sparked to life even more, the feelings overcoming everything else. Water splashed to the floor, and lust-drunk words flooded out of me.

"Please! Ivan! Ugh!" I worked myself harder, letting go of everything that I'd ever held back. "Harder. God, please, harder."

The world didn't exist, and yet, our efforts grounded me to the planet.

We rocked together, chasing the extraordinary sensations roaring from within us. Then I fell apart around his cock once more.

Ivan's erection twitched inside me, and then he was emptying himself into my overworked pussy. The orgasm took over everything, and I cried out, the sounds echoing in the intimate space of the bathroom.

After a moment, both of us were utterly spent, and stillness returned to the house. The sounds of our ragged breaths were the only noise, and I laid my head against Ivan's chest.

"I promise, Ivan, I'm yours. No matter what."

"And I'm yours, Adley. For as long as you'll have me."

He wrapped his arms around me, stroking his hand up and down my hair. The world was a terrifying, chaotic place, but I knew it would all work out as long as I had Ivan by my side.

And the potential of the future looked bright. In nine months, give or take, we would meet the newest member of this little family we created, introduce them to my family, and there was no one in the world I wanted to jump into that unknown with more than Ivan Ustinov.

Mafioso or not.

Epilogue - Ivan

My entire body ached, and I knew I was wearing a fair share of the red stuff on the outside. Thankfully, most of the blood wasn't mine. Unfortunately, the stuff still stained, and I had a feeling this shirt was FUBAR.

The house was quiet as the guys and I walked in. Abe went directly to the "mudroom," using the large sink there to rinse his hands before prying off his shoes. Vlad and I were right behind him, ready to do the same—and then probably shower .

When we were at least good enough to touch things, I exited the room with my brothers and looked around for Adley.

"I swear to God, some of it got in my mouth. I'm brushing my fucking teeth," Abe groaned out, and I laughed as he walked over to the stairs.

Vlad chuckled lowly, and I clapped him on the shoulder as I let out a long sigh.

"Thanks for covering me back there. You're sure you're not hit?"

He nodded once, the corners of his mouth turning down. He went for his phone, and I waited a few moments for him to type up a message.

"I'm good—just a scrape. But I should get it stitched up. I'll be upstairs."

"Oh, shit. Okay. Do you want help?" I cocked a brow at him, but Vlad just shook his head, turning on his heel and heading right to the stairs.

"Don't fucking bleed out in the bathroom because you couldn't reach it, asshole."

Waving behind him, Vlad let out a low grumble, his version of "Yeah, yeah."

There was no budging the guy. He was as stubborn as all of us, and I'd already pushed my luck by calling that psychiatry practice to see if they could fit in a new client. He didn't know about that bit yet, and Vlad was going to fucking kill me when he found out.

"Well," I looked around, noticing that the patio door at the back of the house was open. I guess I can find the wife."

When I reached the back deck, which was still one of my favorite spots in the house, I saw Adley sitting on the lowest platform with her easel in front of her. Grace was plopped inside what we lovingly called the "Yoda Pod," happily squeaking.

I did everything I could to keep my steps quiet. I still loved sneaking up on Adley, but Grace looked in my direction as I got closer, and her delighted cooing just got louder, giving me away.

"So much for that plan."

Adley turned around, grinning as she shook her head. "Your daughter is better than a guard dog."

Going straight for the little stinker, I reached down to pick up her, but Adley was quick to swat me away.

"Um, absolutely not. You're filthy. No cuddles until you shower." She glared playfully at me, and I put on an exaggerated pout. "Do not give me that face. You need a bath as much as your daughter. But you can't blame it on finger paints."

Laughing, I looked inside the little playpen of sorts. There were several large sheets of paper taped to the bottom, and Grace's hands and feet were covered in an array of colors that she'd smeared over her masterpieces.

"Training her early, I see."

Adley got up from the deck, stretching. The low cut of her tank stretched over her breasts, and I couldn't stop myself from staring intently. Her chest had grown a bit—apparently a side effect of pregnancy and breastfeeding—and my cock twitched as Adley's nipples stood out against the thin fabric of her shirt.

"She saw me painting and kept grabbing for the paints, so…" Adley gestured at the Yoda Pod. "I'd intended to save the finger paints for when she was maybe one, but here we are. At least she hasn't put her hands in her mouth."

As if on cue, Grace gave her fingers a good suck and immediately cried. The paint couldn't possibly taste good, but at least it was nontoxic.

"Well, shit. Okay, inside the both of you. You're getting baths."

Adley scooped up Grace, tickling her to distract me from the unfortunate paint flavor, and I smirked.

No one was ever truly "ready" to be a parent, but watching Adley with our daughter over the past few months has been incredible. I tried my damnedest to be around as much as possible, too. Between the two of us and her pair of overprotective uncles, this little girl had an entire house wrapped around her finger.

It was perfect.

Adley started inside, and I followed along all the way up the two flights of stairs to our room.

"You know, we're going to need to call those contractors again. I'm not waiting another three weeks for them to get started."

I nodded when Adley looked over her shoulder. "I'm on it, sweetheart. I'll put the fear of God in them."

She knew how well I could do it, too, and Adley rolled her eyes. Yes, she was right. I needed to play it a little nicer with the company we'd found to add another room onto the third floor. Still, Grace wasn't going to fit in her bassinet forever, and she needed her own room.

"Okay, little paint fiend. In the bath."

Grace squirmed happily in Adley's arms as she brought our daughter to the bathroom and began to strip her down for a bath. The sound of rushing water filled the quiet room, and I headed directly to the hamper to deposit my nasty clothes.

It was a shower right after that, and the water ran red and pink for several minutes before I got all the blood off.

"Why are you so gross, anyway? I thought it was a recon job?" Adley called out.

"It was. Unfortunately, one of the men got twitchy and started lighting up the place during the meeting. The Irish are in shambles after Donovan, and they couldn't hold their own against the Italians. Good for us, though. We were able to basically decimate the remaining few, and it won't come back to the Vadims. When you see an opportunity…"

Adley hummed. "You have to take it. Fair enough. But please be careful. Okay?"

I turned around to face her, meeting her eyes through the haze of the shower.

"Always, babe. I promise."

After Grace and I were clean, Adley dried off the baby while I got dressed. Dinner was in dire need by the time we were finished, and I went back downstairs to cook as Adley sat on the couch nearby to feed Grace.

"Nope, that's not it, hun. Come on." Looking over at them, I watched Adley try to get Grace properly latched with a grin. "There you go."

Having a baby was so wildly different than what I expected. It was wonderful and messy and exhausting and so funny. Nothing was ever clean. Adley seemed to take the brunt of every hard day, and doctor's appointments were nearly constant.

She'd once mentioned that being the baby's only source of food was getting exhausting, and we were in the process of getting Grace to use bottles. She wasn't a fan.

My job was to ensure that Adley and Grace had everything else they needed to make things run smoothly. I could cook and help clean, and whenever Adley needed time to herself, I was right there to step up. I also knew she needed to see her folks and the twins, so we planned visits when my "schedule" allowed. They'd finally been able to meet the baby in person, not just Facebook video chats.

Besides, I loved that little girl more than I could put into words, and watching her roll around on the mat was actually the best.

"Stirfry or spaghetti?" I called out from the kitchen, roaming my eyes over what items we had to work with.

"Don't we have a pizza in the freezer?" Adley called out.

With a laugh, I looked over at her from behind the pantry door. "We do. Is that all you want? I can make real food."

"I don't want real food." She shrugged with an amused smile. "I want fast so that I can relax."

"I'm on it, hun."

***

Evening rolled around quickly enough, and the quiet end to our day blanketed the house as Grace slept soundly in her bassinet while Adley and I lay in bed.

"Mom and Dad say hi, by the way." Adley's eyes were closed as she took in the moment of silence.

I leaned up on my elbow. "Did you video chat today?"

"We did. Right before Grace spit up all over the place. So, laundry is done." Adley let out a tired chuckle. "I'm glad that they can still take calls with the shop open again."

"Well, another day of a job well done, Momma." I pulled her close to my side, kissing the top of her head. "But you know, you never got a bath, did you?"

Adley looked up at me, a twinkle in her eyes as she smirked and narrowed her stare on me. "Why, Mr. Ustinov, are you trying to get me naked?"

"As a matter of fact, Mrs. Ustinov, I am."

She laughed, reaching up to kiss me. "First of all, I never changed my name, so…"

"Not for lack of trying on my part." I glared at her, but Adley just giggled.

"Second, I'd love a bath." Her expression turned mischievous, and Adley chewed on her full bottom lip. "With some company."

Wasting no time, I scooped Adley into my arms and carried her to the bathroom. I knew that Grace actually loved the sound of the shower running, so I turned it on quickly before setting Adley on her feet to strip her down.

Her shirt was up over her head in a flash, and I spun her around to lay my lips gently on the scar on her back. Any chance I could, I wanted Adley to know that I loved every inch of her: scars, stretch marks, freckles, all of it.

She moaned gently, and then I had her facing me again so that I could work on her pants. Hooking my fingers into her waistband, I slowly pulled them down as smoothed kisses across her lower belly. I knew Adley felt… ways about what pregnancy had done to her body, but it was all still so fucking gorgeous to me.

"You're so beautiful," I murmured against her skin, sinking lower across the slim plain of her stomach and hips. "So fucking strong."

"Ivan, you don't have to—"

But I silenced her with the quick yank of her leggings. Her legs were freed quickly, and her panties were soon to follow. First, though, I nuzzled between her thighs, dragging my tongue against the wet spot already growing on the thin fabric.

"I want to, Adley." Gripping her, I hoisted Adley's leg over my shoulder, her fingers sinking into my hair as her head fell back. "I want you ."

I pulled her panties to the side, going straight for that sweet pussy of her and dragging my tongue through her folds. Adley bit back a yelp, tugging on the roots of my hair. She was wet and warm against my mouth, and I sucked her clit between my lips, circling it with my tongue.

I held her hips with my free hand, using my other one to graze my thumb across her slick, swollen skin as I pulled back to look up at my gorgeous wife.

"That's my girl." I smiled, hungry for all of her. "You're going to let me have all the fun I want, Adley. And I plan on being her for a while."

*****

THE END