14. ANDREY

Chapter 14

ANDREY

We park the SUV in a vacant spot, which is a small opening between the thick cover of trees that keeps you from seeing anyone else parked near you.

“They make such nice fries here,” Isabella tells me. “I wonder if they’ll have ginger tea.” Her eyes widen. “It’s such a pity we had to leave our picnic basket behind.”

“We’ll find you some more,” I promise as we climb out of the car.

“I also want to put my skirt on,” Isabella tells me. “These jeans are uncomfortable.”

She opens the back door and rummages in the duffel bag, pulling out a summer dress.

“That’s a little cold for this climate,” I point out.

“I have some tights in here and a thick sweater,” she assures me. “I also have knee-high boots.” A grin splits her face as she pulls them out. “I prepared for all weather.”

“I see that.”

“Plus, the diner has a small store beside it that sells woolen stuff. Like blankets, shawls, and so on.” She starts walking, and I follow her. “I thought we could buy one of the blankets for the car.”

My cock starts to stir as my eyes settle on her ass displayed in the tight jeans. I glance around and feel myself hardening some more, wondering if we had time to make use of our secluded spot in the woods.

“Andrey?” Isabella’s voice snaps me from my musings. “Are you listening to me?”

“I’m sorry, I got distracted by how amazing your ass looks in those jeans.” Her cheeks start to heat, but I see a flash of desire streak through her eyes. “Are you sure you need to change out of them?”

“I’d say your kids are starting to feel a little restricted by them.“ She raises her brows.

“Ah!” A grin lifts my mouth. “Now they’re my kids because they’re making you uncomfortable.”

Her eyes light with that cute, mischievous glint once again. “Of course.” She nods. “Like father, like little beans.”

“Little beans?” My brows furrow curiously.

“Yes.” Her features soften, and she indeed looks glowing. “They look like little beans.”

“I like that.” My heart jolts when our eyes meet and hold. My cock starts to stir, and suddenly my jeans are feeling too tight. “Let’s go get you and the little beans something to eat and drink.”

Because if we don’t get out of here now, I’m going to drag her back to the car and have my way with her.

The diner is a mix of modern and old world, with people enjoying meals at some of the booths. A jukebox is playing an old-fashioned rock ballad as we step up to order. Isabella orders a burger, fries, and chocolate fudge cake with a large freshly squeezed apple and ginger juice. I order the same, except I replace the juice with orange juice. I also buy four one-gallon bottles of water.

“Do you have ginger tea?” Isabella asks.

“We do,” the woman surprises us both by answering.

“You don’t perhaps sell that in a flask?”

“No. But you can buy a flask from the shop, and we’ll fill it for you,” the woman tells her.

“Oh!” Isabella looks at me. “Let’s go buy a flask while our orders are being made.”

“Is that to go?” the woman asks.

“Yes,” I answer. “We’ll just eat it in the car.”

The woman nods and totals it up. “Just bring the flask. I’ll have it washed and filled.” She smiles. “Pregnancy can be a bitch.”

Our brows shoot up as we look at the woman.

“Is it that obvious?” Isabella asks.

“You have a dress and sweater with you, and your jeans look snug,” the woman observes. “Plus, you’re glowing.” She winks at Isabella and pulls a key with an extra large key chain attached to it. “The bathroom is just past the store. You can change in there.”

“Thank you.” Isabella breathes in relief, taking the key. “Would you mind getting the flask, a soft, cozy blanket, and a pillow or two?”

“Sure.” I nod and watch her rush off toward the bathroom.

After paying for our order, I walk into the store. It has a quaint, rustic charm with shelves lined with local products. The wooden floors creak underfoot, and the smell of cedar and wool fills the air. The walls are adorned with handmade quilts and knitted items.

I find a shelf stocked with various flasks, all in different colors and designs. I select a sturdy, stainless steel one that looks like it will keep Isabella’s tea hot for hours. Nearby, there are stacks of soft woolen blankets in a variety of colors. I choose a deep blue one that feels incredibly soft to the touch.

The pillows are on a lower shelf, filled with soft down, and covered in flannel cases. I pick two, knowing they’ll add some comfort to our journey. I also grab a few packs of snacks: nuts, dried fruit, and some chocolate bars, along with a couple more bottles of water.

As I head back to the counter, Isabella reappears, looking radiant in her summer dress with the bulky sweater over it. Her hair cascades over her shoulders, and her cheeks are flushed with the cold. Even with the practical sneakers she wears for comfort, she looks stunning. I’m floored by how lovely she looks.

“Wow,” I breathe, unable to control my admiration. “You look amazing.”

Her smile lights up her face. “Thank you. Did you get everything?”

I nod, holding up the bags and handing her the flask. “Let’s get this filled and get back on the road.”

She takes it, her fingers brushing against mine, sending a jolt of warmth through me. We head back to the counter to collect our food and have the flask filled with ginger tea. As we wait, my eyes keep going back to her long, toned legs, and flashes of them being wrapped around my waste run through my mind.

My cock starts to swell, and I force it to behave because, unlike Isabella, I don’t have a long sweater to cover the bulge in my pants. I’ll take this to the car and come back to help you with the food. I’m impressed at how normal my voice sounds despite starting to get turned on by my wife in a summer dress and sneakers.

The few minutes in the brisk Canadian air on my walk to the car and back settle my hard-on, I make my way back to the diner where Isabella is taking the bags with our order from the woman who served us.

Thank fuck! I breathe a sigh of relief because the minute I see Isabella’s dress hike up, caressing her thigh as she takes the last bag, I need some more cool, crisp Canadian air. We head back to the car, and nature decides to tease me some more as a gentle breeze plays with the hem of Isabella’s dress.

Once we’re back in the car, I haven’t got time to fantasize some more over my sexy wife as my stomach growls when the tantalizing smell of the food fills the cabin. My hunger overrules my lusty cock as Isabella dishes out the food.

We dig into our meals, and I smile, loving how Isabella dives into her food as she does with most things and sighs with pleasure as she attacks the cheeseburger and fries.

“I asked the woman in the diner to give us some extra bags in case I get sick,” Isabella tells me around bites. “Oh God, this is so good.” She wipes the corner of her mouth where some mayo has gathered, and my stomach clenches, wanting so badly to lick it away.

I polish off the last bite of my burger and lean back to chug my soda, my gaze drawn to Isabella’s milky thighs peeking out from under her dress as she fidgets in her seat. The contrast of her soft skin against the dark car interior is tantalizing. A blob of mayo from her burger drips onto her exposed thigh, and before I can stop myself, I lean down and lick it off.

Her gasp echoes in the car, as I kiss my way up her thigh. My face pushes her dress up, revealing pale pink panties.

“Huh...” Isabella breathes, her eyes darkening with desire as my hands run up her legs, tracing the path of my lips.

“You taste delicious,” I growl, my cock straining against my jeans. “I love the color of your panties. They remind me of your tight, pink pussy.”

“Oh!” she gasps, her lips glistening with grease.

I lean in and lick them clean. “A cheeseburger tastes so much better on you.”

She smiles and takes another bite of her burger, her eyes locked on mine. I slide my hand over her panties, cupping her mound, and start rubbing.

“Oh, God,” she moans, swallowing her food.

My lips crush against hers as I continue to massage her through her panties, my fingers feeling the wetness of her arousal seep through them. “Do you want to fuck me, Isabella?” I whisper against her lips.

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice husky with need.

“Do you want me to finger your greedy little clit?”

“Oh, please, yes,” she begs, her hips grinding into my hand.

“Are you hungry for me, princess?” I growl, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss as I slide my fingers under the waistband of her panties and plunge them into her wet heat.

“Yes, so hungry.” She pants.

I take what’s left of her cheeseburger from her hand and put it into the box on the dash.

“Take off your panties for me and spread your legs. I want to see your pretty pussy.”

Isabella nods and kicks off her panties, spreading her legs wide for me. I groan at the sight of her glistening mound, my cock throbbing with need.

“You’re so beautiful,” I breathe, leaning in to kiss her again.

“Oh, God, yes!” She moans, her hips bucking as I slide two fingers into her tight channel.

I curl them, hitting her G-spot, and she cries out, her body trembling with pleasure. I lower my head and suck on her clit, my tongue flicking over the sensitive nub as I continue to finger-fuck her.

“Oh, fuck, Andrey!” she screams as her orgasm crashes over her as I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her. “Oh, God, yes!”

I pull my digits out of her and bring them to my lips, sucking her juices off with a satisfied groan. My cock is painfully hard, straining against the confines of my jeans.

“Climb into the back and get on your hands and knees,” I command, my voice rough with desire. “I want to fuck you from behind.”

Isabella obeys, her ass in the air as she crawls onto the backseat. I push the button and let the seat slide back so I can turn and slip into the back. I unzip my jeans and pull out my cock, stroking it as I admire the view and her tight ass pointing toward me.

Sliding into her from behind, my cock sinks into her tight wet heat, and I grip her hips, starting to thrust.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” she cries out, her body rocking with each thrust. “Harder! Fuck me harder!”

I obey, my hips slamming into her with abandon. My fingers dig into her hips, leaving bruises while I lose myself in the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock.

“Oh, God, I’m going to cum!” she screams as my pounding picks up speed, and her body starts to tremble with pleasure.

“Cum for me, baby,” I growl, my own orgasm building as I feel her soft walls clench around me. “Cum all over my cock!”

With a final cry, her body convulses, and she orgasms. I follow her over the edge, my cock exploding as I fill her with my seed.

We collapse onto the backseat, panting and spent. I slide beside Isabella and pull her against my chest, our breaths coming out in ragged gasps. I wrap my arms around Isabella, cradling her close against my body. After a few minutes, I feel her shiver and gently push her up.

“You need to get your clothes back on.” I smile at her. “We have a long journey ahead of us.”

“It’s only about two to three hours to Montreal,” she points out.

“Yes, and a lot can happen along the way.” I wink as she slides away from me. I pull up my pants. Turning to watch her pull her dress and sweater on. I lean over and kiss her before straightening, sliding back into the driver’s seat, pulling it back up, and taking off for our next stop on this journey to one of the coldest places in North America.

The day spreads out ahead of us as we drive through the winding roads, the sun playing hide-and-seek with the clouds—the SUV’s engine hums steadily, a backdrop to the thoughts swirling in my mind. Isabella sits beside me, her gaze fixed on the passing landscape, lost in her thoughts.

“We need to try and work together after this is over,” I say, breaking the silence.

She turns to me, her eyes curious. “What do you mean?”

“I want us to give it a try,” I explain. “After the twins are born. Live like husband and wife for a year. If you’re not happy, I’ll let you go, and we’ll figure out a plan for the twins.”

Isabella looks thoughtful, her fingers tracing patterns on her dress. “And how will this year be spent? Will I be constantly monitored, or will I be able to live my life as normally as possible?”

“You’ll have a bodyguard,” I admit. “Even my mother and my friends Hannah and Olga have them. Stacy will need one too, even when she and Lev are living in Italy.”

She sighs, leaning back in her seat. “We’ll talk about it when this is all over. Once we’ve gotten to the bottom of what my mother entrusted to me and who is trying to kill us or take over our family’s organizations.”

I nod, feeling a sense of relief. “That’s fair.”

The miles between Stanstead and Montreal seem to melt away as we continue our journey. The landscape shifts from dense forests to more open fields, and the distant city skyline gradually comes into view. The tension between us eases slightly, replaced by a tentative hope for the future.

“We should stop soon,” Isabella suggests. “Stretch our legs, and I need to pee.”

“Good idea,” I agree, scanning the road ahead for a suitable place.

We find a small roadside diner just outside the city limits. It looks cozy and inviting, the kind of place that promises hearty meals and warm hospitality. As we pull into the parking lot, I notice a few other cars parked haphazardly, their owners likely inside enjoying a break from their own travels.

Inside, the diner is a blend of rustic charm and modern convenience. Wooden beams stretch across the ceiling, and vintage photographs adorn the walls. The air is filled with the mouth-watering aroma of frying bacon and freshly brewed coffee.

We find a booth near the window, and a waitress promptly arrives to take our order. Isabella opts for a cup of ginger tea, while I chose a coffee. Isabella heads for the bathroom while we wait for the beverages.

When she’s back, I’m happy that the conversation between us is starting to flow more easily, which is a welcome change from the tension and animosity of the past.

“I’m curious,” Isabella says, stirring her tea when it arrives. “What made you decide to give us a year? To try and live like a normal family?”

I take a sip of my coffee, considering her question. “Honestly, I feel we could make an excellent team, and I’m enjoying getting to know you.” I watch her intently. “I’d like us to try and make a home for the twins. And maybe, just maybe, we could find some happiness together.”

She smiles softly. “I’ll make you a deal.” Isabella plays with the fork. “Let’s get through this by working together and getting to know each other.” Her brows raise as she looks at me. “If we can find a way to get over some of our personality clashes, we’ll see.”

“Okay.” I nod. “Fair enough. But then you have to promise not to try and run away from me…” She is about to say something, but I hold up my hand and cut her off. “And be honest with me—talk to me. Don’t shut me out, and we’ll try to be a real couple while we’re navigating this danger.”

“I can handle that,” Isabella agrees. “But like I said earlier, you have to stop trying to be a control freak. I know you’re the boss, the apex alpha, and whatever. But seriously. I’m not a brainless little twerp. I have thoughts. I’ve been highly trained in combat, survival skills, and other stuff.”

“I have noticed that.” I nod and breathe out. “And I’ll promise to try. I’m just used to being in charge, and I don’t take orders well. But I promise to try to work with you, keep you in the loop, and not hide anything from you.”

“I promise the same.” Isabella sits back as the food arrives.

We eat in comfortable silence, and the diner’s atmosphere provides a brief respite from our chaotic lives. After finishing our meal, we return to the SUV, feeling a bit more grounded and ready to face whatever comes next.

As we drive into Montreal, the city’s bustling energy envelops us. The streets are alive with people going about their day, and the buildings towering above us are a testament to human ingenuity and resilience.

Navigating through the city, we find a hotel where we can rest for the night. Isabella and I haven’t had much sleep in the past few days and none at all the previous night. She needs her rest being pregnant, and I need mine if I’m going to keep alert.

The hotel is a modest place but clean and comfortable. Once we’ve checked in, I can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. We’ve made it this far, and while the road ahead is still uncertain, there’s a glimmer of hope that things might turn out alright.

Isabella and I settle into our room, the fatigue of the day catching up with us. After a quick shower, she changes into more comfortable clothes and slides into the big bed. By the time I’ve had a shower and come back into the room, Isabella is sound asleep.

I carefully pull the covers back and slide in behind her, feeling a warmth spread through me. I put my arm around her, and she turns, snuggling into me. I drift off to sleep with Isabella in my arms and a renewed determination to get us through this shit. And whoever is behind this, I will make sure they never try to come after us again. I will vanquish the monster that killed Isabella’s mother and has turned our lives into a living hell.