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.I felt a trickle of my need run down my inner thigh, and crawled up his body and positioned my knees at his head, next to his ears.The first wave of desire gently rolled me as his hands glided up to spread me open, his tongue flicking my clit in salutation before he nestled his face into my pussy.He sucked at the pucker of my anus, his tongue rimming, his thumb massaging my perineum.“Fuck, love that honey,” I whimpered.I heard him chuckle.“I know, baby.”His mouth rooted for my clit again and latched on, sucking and humming.A shock of pleasure crashed into me.The roll of the wave growing in intensity and volume was forming, and I needed more.“Honey?” I moaned and pushed my hand into his hair, forcing his mouth from me.“Evie!” he protested but I ignored him and spun.Back on my knees but facing his legs, I supported myself on one hand and unbuttoned his jeans and my shaking fingers unlocked the teeth of his zipper.His cock sprang free, the tip popping into my waiting mouth.“Evie!” The protest had become a plea as I sucked his cock past my lips and tongue, swallowing the fat, ready head.His hands and mouth recommitted to my pleasure after the initial shock and his fingers parted my lips, his tongue twirling around my clit, then sucking it, while his thumb returned to my ass.Meanwhile the hand that was working the base of his shaft, slipped down to take his sack into my palm.Kneading and squeezing, I was massaging his balls when the orgasm slammed into me.At the same time his pelvis thrust upward, fucking my mouth.“Hands and knees, baby,” he ordered but I ignored him, working the tip of his cock with my lips.“No!” I answered.I heard him panting behind me, trying to postpone the climax that was barreling toward him.He tried to punish me by bringing me down on his face again.I laughed and swallowed his cum as we came together.CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXRAMPSToniIt became abundantly clear five minutes after Sergey left us in his kitchen that we needed to make ourselves scarce.It had been a long day and I wanted to go home, clean up and change before spending the evening with my mom.The orthopedic surgeon was due to visit her at six p.m.and I wanted to be there to discuss what the surgery to repair the deep cut on her arm would entail.The ER doctor had cleaned it and stitched it but we agreed that when her pain was under control a surgeon would have to access the extent of the damage to her tendons and muscles.She already had enough health concerns and we didn’t need permanent damage to her arm that could have been avoided if it were addressed right the first time.Just as Dragan had said, his friend Mike had delivered my car to me that afternoon.He said it needed a new battery and unfortunately I didn’t know enough about car repair to question him.When I got in the car and turned the engine over I was immediately struck with the ease.My car never started on the first try.Mike also said he had his guy wash it for me.But I knew that the tires on it weren’t just clean.They were new.Drive shitty, retreaded tires for five years and see if you can’t tell the difference.My radio worked too.And sometime between last night, when it died on the side of the road, and this afternoon when Mike delivered it, my Nissan Stanza had given birth to a new CD/MP3 player.Dragan and I had parted in the driveway at Sergey and Evie’s.Once he had me in my car, he didn’t wait around.He kissed me, smacked my ass, hopped in his car and drove away.I took two things from that behavior: he knew my car was safe to drive now and he knew I would question how much of a favor Mike the mechanic owed him.When I pulled up to my house, I hit the brakes, hard.Pretty sure they are new too, because I didn’t hear the telltale squeak.I looked around the neighborhood.Most of my neighbors were still at work.Their driveways, if they were lucky enough to have one, were empty.But sitting in my drive was a white work van and a long matching pick up with the words Orlov Construction painted on the side.I parked my car and made my way to the van in the drive.There were men pulling equipment out, ladders being hoisted up and over me.“Excuse me,” I said.A man who was ordering workers around my yard turned and gave me an appreciative look.“Hi, there!” He smiled.“I’m Joe Decker.Are you Miss Hume?”I nodded and jumped when a jackhammer started demolishing my front porch.“What’s happening?” I yelled.“I didn’t order work.” I waved my arms around.He smiled, looked behind me and pointed.I followed his gaze to the hulk of a man jumping out of a black F-150 pickup truck.I recognized him immediately and made my way to him.“Antonina, I am so sorry.I wanted to be here to greet you but we got tied up on the phone with Evelyn and Sergey.”It was Boris, Brenna’s husband.I shook my head.“I didn’t make the connection when I saw the name on the vans,” I yelled over the hammering.He shook his head and guided me to his truck.Swinging the door open, he lifted me in without a word and came around the front to climb into the cab next to me.When he shut the door, the din was muffled enough that we could speak with one another without screaming.“Boris,” I began.“I feel awful, but I didn’t order any work to be done.I think your men have the wrong house.”He laughed.And he had a great laugh.Really deep and sincere.“No, little Toni.Dragan texted me last night.Asked me to send one of my crews over to make your house wheelchair accessible.”I was stunned.Dragan hadn’t said a word.I started to ask about cost when Boris interrupted me.“Drago said your momma couldn’t move around in her home the way she should be able to.So, here we are! My boys will get this place where it needs to be for her.No problem,” he woofed.I fought to keep the lump in my throat from choking me.“Boris, this is incredible but I can’t afford—”“There is nothing to afford.You are family.Your momma needs something I have.So you have it.” He sounded angry [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]