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Huh? Is Leo bothered that I might be moving on soon? Moving far away? The thought that he might see me as more than a summer fling sends a spark of excitement through me. My feelings for him have intensified too, in these last few weeks he’s become my everything. The idea of leaving him behind rips at my chest, even if I know it’s necessary.
“They have American food in France, idiot,” Daniil snorts. “They even have McDonald’s in Paris.”
“What do you consider American food?” Andrei smiles, turning to Daniil. “Like french fries?”
“Nah, like Big Macs. French fries are obviously French.”
Yulian rolls his eyes and fixes me with a look. “The point is food should be your last consideration. You’re young, not tied down to anything or anyone, you should be experiencing life. Pursuing what you love.”
“Of course, I know,” I say a little too quickly. I’m distracted by the intensity coming off Leo, like a storm brewing. I give him a quick shake of my head. He’s being obvious, getting all sulky like this.
“Daniil, put your phone away,” Serge snaps. It’s a pretty hard-and-fast rule that there are no electronics at the dinner table. Naturally, Daniil is always the one to break that rule.
“I was just looking up the McDonald’s menu in France. Jeez.”
The pakhan ignores him, still focused on me. “Alyona, your brother is right. Paris is a fine idea. And if that’s where you choose to go, I have connections. I’ll make sure you get into any school, or secure any internships you’re interested in.”
“Thank you, pakhan, that’s very kind.” But when my eyes track up to meet his, Serge’s gaze is lasered on Leo, who is too busy studying me with a clouded expression.
My stomach drops. Leo is being so obvious; if he’s not careful, his father will suspect something’s going on between us. He’s already warned Leo against distractions before taking the oath.
Even I can admit I’m a distraction. Not just the sex. The way he sneaks out of training early so we can go on a bike ride, or the fact that we often stay up all night, talking and exploring each other. But I’m also not convinced that this is a bad thing. It’s like his last taste of freedom before he takes on the heavy responsibilities of being a vor.
Leo stands abruptly, his shoulders tight as he says, “I need to take care of something. I’ll be gone for a few hours.”
“Leo, you haven’t finished your dinner,” I hiss. Storming out of the room now will make it obvious he’s upset about something, which will lead to questions. But when I look around the table, our brothers are already deep into their own conversation. The only one paying attention to Leo’s outburst is the pakhan.
“Go,” his father directs, an icy calm coating his words, “you clearly need to blow off some steam.” I don’t dare steal a glance at Leo or anyone else for that matter. Instead, I focus on the food in front of me.
“What crawled up his ass?” I hear Yulian mumble to Daniil.
“Girl trouble, I bet. Dude hasn’t gotten any in a while.”
I swear a pea gets lodged in the back of my throat, and I start to cough, pounding on my chest. All eyes track to me as my face turns red. The pea dislodges in no time, but I still use it as an excuse to get the hell away from everyone’s curious glances.
“Just need some more water,” I choke out, jumping from my chair and heading to the kitchen. No one questions why I didn’t just gulp the water in front of me at the table, and for that I’m grateful, because I honestly don’t know what I’d say.
* * *
Leo comesto me that night as I hoped he would. It’s past midnight, but I can’t sleep. I’m sitting up in bed reading, though my eyes continually dart to my phone, hoping for a text from him. I’m worried sick, wondering where he is and what’s going through his head.
I’ve prepared myself for all possibilities. Maybe he wants to break things off with me. Or maybe he’s ready to confess his feelings for me have grown stronger, and he can’t ignore them anymore. I think the most-likely scenario is that he’s just as lost and confused as I am, looking for answers that neither of us have.
Suddenly, the door to my room swings open, and Leo is there. His eyes immediately lock onto mine from across the room. There’s a rawness about him, a vulnerability in his expression that I’ve never seen before.
I can tell he’s been on his bike. The wind has styled his dark hair into unruly waves, and his leather jacket is slung over his shoulder.
I slide the covers off me and kneel on the bed, an invitation to step inside. Without missing a beat, he tears off his shirt, striding towards me. I follow his lead, hurriedly stripping off my tank top and sleep shorts.
“Fuck,” he breathes, pushing me down flat on my back. “I need to taste your pussy right now.” I get it, he needs to feel the physical connection between us. I do too.
He leans over me, dropping a trail of kisses down my body, between my breasts, over my belly, straight south until his head hovers between my spread legs. He glances up at me one final time before he hooks his arms under my thighs and spreads me wide.
“Look how wet you are,” he comments, eyes glued to my bare pussy. And then he spits directly on my clit, his warm saliva coating my sensitive flesh, bringing it to life in an entirely new way. “But now you’re truly dripping.”
I. Am. Dead.
He gives one slow lick from my entrance to clit, releasing a low groan of pleasure. I gasp, twitching under his firm grasp on my thighs as he goes back for a second swipe. It feels incredible as he circles my clit with his hot powerful tongue. Seriously, his tongue is like the rest of him. Big andstrong. Made for licking pussy, not that I have past experience to compare it to, but I can’t imagine anyone else being better at this.
