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I slap my hand over my mouth.
How could I have let that slip?!
Ruslan's eyes widen, and he looks at me with a mix of surprise and confusion. “What do you mean, Vera?”
I hesitate for a moment before taking a deep breath and blurting it out. “I'm pregnant, Ruslan. I'm carrying your child. I didn’t know how to tell you back at the house, so I told you that I just needed to finish my degree. I’m sorry, I know it was a really shitty lie, but I was terrified.”
At first, there’s a moment of stunned silence between us. But then, Ruslan's expression softens, and he gazes down at me with a mix of joy and tenderness.
“Vera,” he says softly, taking my hand in his. “That's incredible news. Why would you be afraid to tell me that?”
I look up at him, shocked and tremendously relieved by his reaction. I had expected him to become defensive or angry, maybe even accusatory. “You’ve been going through so much recently, more than I can even begin to understand. I couldn’t bear the thought of stressing you out even more when you’ve hardly began to process Misha’s death,” I confess.
He pauses for a moment, perhaps feeling the weight of the knowledge that his brother will never meet our baby.
“But... You're happy?” I asked, still in shock.
“Of course, I'm happy. I’m overjoyed. This is the best news I’ve gotten in… I don’t know how long” he said, smiling at me. “This is amazing. We're going to raise this baby together. This could be the best thing that ever happened to either of us, even through everything.”
Suddenly, all of my fears and doubts seem to melt away, joining the snowflakes as they dissolve into the pavement beneath me. Ruslan's happiness is infectious, and I can’t help but find myself smiling back at him.
The relief of his joy brings me more peace than I ever could have imagined that it would.
Even with the uncertain future looming overhead, my heart feels weightless.
30
Vera
It feels so strange to be back at Ruslan’s house again.
I had forced myself to detach from my memories of him, and part of that was coming to terms with the fact that I’d never see the inside of this place again.
However, it doesn’t take long before I feel Ruslan’s hands gliding over my body as we enter. He wants one thing right now, and he’s not going to wait a moment longer to have it.
The heat in my lower belly swells as he grabs my wrist. He turns me toward him as he presses me into the wall behind me. His hand slips down my chest, teasing my panty line and sending a chill up to my nipples.
I’ve been doing my best to avoid thinking about Ruslan since I left, but all of the repressed sexual desire that I’ve shoved down is bubbling back up faster than I can contain it. His smell, the taste of his tongue in my mouth, the incredible feeling of his fingertips against the fabric of my panties – it’s all flooding back, and it’s going to wash me away.
He begins to pull down at my sweatpants when I stop him in his tracks.
“No. This time, it’s your turn first,” I say, gently brushing his hand away from my hips.
I steady myself on my knees in front of him, observing the bulge in his pants with intent curiosity. I never realized just how big it looked, even concealed by his pants. For a moment, I wonder to myself how difficult it must be for him to conceal his cock when he gets hard in public.
I place my hand on his inner thigh, gently stroking the head of his cock as it throbs and twitches. It’s getting harder by the moment, and he’s starting to moan at the pressure of my touch.
Despite his reaction the last time I tried to do this, he hasn’t asked me to stop. In fact, I think he’s been fantasizing about this for a long time now.
“Goddamn, I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he whispers, his breath growing heavy and labored.
Stroking the whole length of his cock through his pants, I glide my hand up to his belt and begin to take it off. My own body is reacting, and the slight pulse between my legs makes me feel needy and desperate for him like I’ve never been for anyone.
Pulling his dick out of his pants slowly, I run my fingertip around a drop of precum, spreading it over the surface of the tip as he shudders.
“Holy fuck, that feels good,” he says.
Having such command over a man like Ruslan is the most powerful I’ve ever felt. His body is so much more powerful than mine, but here I am, able to reduce him to breathy moans with hardly a touch at all.
