Hey, Daddy (Semyonov Bratva Book 2)

My husband just said ‘calm down’ like he wants his own Dateline special.

—Brecken to Nastya

NASTYA

Dima called, and I instantly answered the phone. “How’d it go?”

He was taking over my personal shopping gig because someone might or might not have forced me to stay in bed while he ran Desi to school. And since I’d stayed in bed, I couldn’t get to the auto parts store that I’d been scheduled to go to by the scheduled time. Luckily, Dima came in on the clutch.

“I bought a new car battery today at Auto Zone,” Dima said to me.

I laughed. “You weren’t supposed to buy a car battery. You were supposed to buy something cheap.”

“I know, but the front desk clerk was the cutest fucking girl I’ve ever seen, and we got to talkin’, and after I did that whole ‘is she knowledgeable about all the parts she has’ thing, I asked her if she could help me find something. She said yes, and so I thought, ‘Dima, what do you need right now?’ and the only thing I could come up with was a new car battery for the ‘Yota.”

Dima and his damn Toyota.

It was the first car he’d ever bought by himself, and one of those things that had more sentimental value at this point than financial value.

He had plenty of money given his trust fund and his job, yet he still insisted he drive it.

Even though every year I fully expected the damn thing not to pass the emissions test, yet it did.

I was fairly sure he was paying off the facility that he took it to for inspections.

“Okay…” I said.

“Yeah.” He nodded and took a large bite of the mac and cheese. Dima and his FaceTime calls. I wondered if he’d ever call me like a normal person. Probably not. “And she tells me it’s going to be like two hundred and twenty-nine dollars, and I was all, ‘holy shit that’s a lot.’”

It was but it wasn’t, at least in my opinion.

“I mean, it doesn’t seem that bad,” I pointed out.

“I know.” He chuckled. “And then when I’m there, she asks me if I wanted to know how much it would cost for ninety-nine of them.”

“And let me guess, you of course said yes?” I guessed.

He grinned. “Obviously. Any idea how much it was?”

“Um, like twenty thousand,” I said.

“Close.” He laughed. “It was actually twenty-two thousand.”

I giggled and said, “That’s exactly the kind of information you need. Did you like the store?”

“I did. I was nearly convinced to buy more than a car battery.” He chuckled. “Just letting you know that I now have a date with her.”

“Who is her?” I wondered.

“Her name is Keely.” He paused. “Though she says that’s not her real name. I’m gonna get her to tell me her real name over lunch.”

I shook my head. “You do that.”

“How did meeting the family go last night?” he asked. “You said you’d tell me today.”

I had said that.

“It was great,” I admitted. “I liked them all a whole lot.”

“That’s good. Bye.” He hung up without waiting for a reply.

I rolled my eyes at my brother’s abrupt disconnect.

That was just him.

I don’t think I’d ever gotten a “goodbye” off in return with him.

“What do you want to do today?” I asked as Haze came back in the door from dropping Desi off, his hair a little windblown due to the sound of a brewing storm.

Desi wasn’t too hip on not being able to drive herself anywhere, but until whatever plan Shasha and Haze had concocted was finished, she was stuck with the chauffeur.

“I need a car,” I said. “And so do you.”

He sighed. “I was really hoping to get my cruiser back.”

“You think that they’ll just allow that after everything?” I asked. “They’re still ‘investigating’ after a week. And we can’t keep renting a vehicle. And also, I have a secret shopper opportunity at the Ford dealership in Plano. They said they’d give me five percent off a vehicle of my choosing if I could give them a good reason to fire one of their employees.”

He chuckled. “Texas is an at-will state. They don’t need a reason.”

“Normally, no. But this is a family matter. One of the employees is a granddaughter of the owner, and unless there’s solid proof that she’s purposefully turning away certain people because she doesn’t like them, then they can’t get rid of her.”

“Ford, huh?” he asked. “What are you going to look at?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why do you look like you know something I don’t know?”

“Because I forgot to tell you last night,” he blurted it all out.

I gasped and reached for my phone.

Sure enough, the senator’s death by wife—and boy howdy, was it one hell of a death—was ALL over the internet.

It was on every media outlet.

Literally every single one.

“How could you not have shared this last night?” I asked.

“Because I wanted to enjoy my evening, and it would’ve put you back to thinking about it.” He winced, realizing how bad that sounded. “I don’t know. We just haven’t had anything that was just easy, and I knew how nervous you already were because of meeting my siblings, and I just wanted to be normal. So I put it out of my own mind, too.”

I understood.

But…

“Don’t keep things like that from me anymore, please,” I begged. “I’ve had enough of it from Shasha and my father over my lifetime. It’s suffocating.”

He ran the tip of one finger along my jawline before pulling away. “I imagine that I’ll be getting my cruiser back, so I won’t need a vehicle. But I’ll gladly go with you to buy a car.”

“How about you come with me, but maybe go in there to buy your own vehicle. But that will really be mine. I’m not dumb. I know a man will negotiate a better price at a car dealership, anyway. But I don’t want to spend an hour there going through the hoops of getting a car and not leave with one.”

“What about when your car finally gets released?” he asked.

“That’s not actually mine. It belongs to the family trust. Usually, Dima is the one to use it when he comes home from wherever he happens to be stationed. But I was looking into a new car, anyway, and so instead of replacing my car that was totaled a few months ago, I just used that one,” I explained.

“How was your car totaled?” he asked as he watched me move around the room to get dressed.

When I was fully clothed—much to his chagrin—I went into the bathroom and started doing my hair.

He sat on the closed toilet lid as I explained the accident.

“It was the weirdest thing.” I shook my head. “I was driving down a back road—one I used to take all the time because I hate 635 so much—and I see this like glare off of something. I squint my eyes and stare at it off to the side of the road, and all of a sudden, there’s a cow in front of me. Had the cow kept moving, it would’ve been fine. But he stopped when he heard the car approaching. And since he was black, and it was dark as pitch outside, I couldn’t do anything but swerve. Right into another cow. This one is much bigger than the one that I’d been trying to avoid.”

“Damn,” he said. “That sucks. I’m guessing the cow is dead?”

“That’s the thing!” I laughed then as I opened my mouth and applied my mascara. Once I was done, I explained, “So the cow lived. Not a scratch on him. He was a big ass bull, and he’d jumped the fence. Another, much smaller bull had jumped first I guess. They were both crossing the road to their heifer herd across the street.”

“I can only imagine that the damage was severe,” he mused as he watched me with avid fascination.

I was on my eyeliner now.

“I don’t know how it’s possible that you put on makeup yet don’t look like you did at all,” he said. “What, exactly, is the point of putting all of that on if you look just as beautiful as before you started?”

I snorted and pointed at the bags still under one eye. “This. Plus, the pallor of my skin is leaving very little to the imagination.”

“I truly think that you could skip the makeup and be just as beautiful,” he admitted quietly. “Now, if Desi tried to skip the makeup, she’d look like the pimply-faced teen that she is. But you have flawless skin, and your eyes just pop. Your eyebrows are perfect, and even though I know that those lashes are fake as fuck, you don’t need mascara for them.”

I finished up my eyes, then grabbed my lip gloss before slicking it on.

Only when I was finished did I turn, lean my hips against the counter, and say, “You’re the best man I’ve ever met.”

He stood up and caged me in against the sink. “You’re being quite generous,” he said. “But I won’t argue since you sound so sure.”

I ran a finger down the length of his throat and said, “What did I do to deserve you?”

He picked me up and sat me on the counter.

My ass immediately felt cold as I sat in the remnants of the water that I’d used to brush my teeth this morning.

I didn’t complain as he bent down and caught my mouth with his.

When he pulled back, he was wearing most of my lip gloss.

I giggled and said, “You are gonna have to clean that off.”

He did, by kissing his way down my throat.

This time, the panic didn’t hit me until his lips were in a much different place.

He pulled away from my pussy, or, more accurately, the very most inner part of my thigh, and winked at me.

Close.

So damn close.

My heart was pounding. My head was spinning.

But I would not let the panic win.

I would not let that asshole, now very dead senator, take this away from me.

With a cry, I jumped off the counter and threw myself at Haze.

His body went backward into the space behind him, and I landed on top of him.

He caught me, as if there was ever any doubt that he would and laughed.

That laugh was swallowed by my mouth as I kissed him desperately.

He kissed me back, but didn’t do anything more than that.

With awkward, searching fingers, I pulled his cock out of his jeans—which was a lot harder than he made it look when he did it—and sat on him.

I was once again happy with my attire—a stretchy sweater dress that was ankle length and very, very stretchy.

The one downfall about it was that it didn’t allow for underwear unless you didn’t care about seeing seams—which I most certainly cared about. However, the no underwear thing worked out very well in that moment.

Rucking my dress up to around my hips, I straddled his hips, lined myself up with his very hard cock, and sank down onto him.

Now, I don’t know if I just forgot every time about just how damn big Haze was, but it’s like my vagina had to remember each time that he took some getting used to.

So when I forced myself down onto him without any preparation, I cried out in surprise.

That surprise was fantastic, of course, but it momentarily made me forget about my freaking out heart rate, and instead focus on just how big, and how good, he made me feel.

“Oh, god,” I breathed. “Haze…”

His hands came to my ass, and he smoothed his palm up both globes, then down again.

He didn’t rush me.

He didn’t urge me to move.

He just remained so perfectly still that he appeared to be made out of stone.

If it wasn’t for the pulse pounding at his neck and his throbbing erection buried deep inside of me, I would’ve thought him unaffected.

But he was affected.

Very affected.

I smoothed my hand up to his throat and curled my tiny palm around the thick column of muscle and sinew.

His eyes, that I now realized were pinched tightly closed for a reason, snapped open. His eyes blazed as they found mine.

I was killing him.

I grinned and slowly started to move, up and down, in the smallest amounts.

Just enough that I was teasing the both of us.

“God,” I breathed, my eyes staying locked with his. “You feel so good inside of me, Haze.”

“You didn’t put on a condom,” he croaked.

Not that either one of us was complaining, but he was right.

I probably should have.

But…

“My period’s set to start any second,” I murmured. “It’s too late to get pregnant.”

“Fuck,” he growled.

I felt that growl against my hand that was still on his throat.

My fingers clenched, and his hips jerked underneath me.

“Do you like to be choked, Haze?” I teased.

He chuckled.

Again, it rumbled against my hand.

“It’s cute that you think you can choke me with that puny hand, but I jerked in reaction because of your fingernails digging into my skin,” he explained. “I’d really, really like it if you started to move now, though. I’m not into torture.”

I started to move faster now, fucking him harder.

His eyes closed, his hands at my hips tightened slightly, but he didn’t outwardly urge me on in any way.

I bent down and bit his nipple with my teeth, teasing the nub with my tongue.

His hands left my hips, encircled my waist, and then he took over.

He rolled me until I was on my back—luckily with my back against the shower mat—and started to fuck me hard.

He pulled out until his tip kissed my entrance and slammed back inside.

His eyes were on us, watching as he slipped in and out of me.

Over and over until I was a panting, writhing mess beneath him.

His eyes finally lifted from where we were connected to meet mine, and he said, “I’m gonna come so deep inside of you that you’ll be tasting me.”

My nipples pebbled, and I lifted my hips. “Me first.”

He flashed me a grin so sexy that it sent my entire heart straight out of the atmosphere.

I’d remember that look for the rest of my life.noveldrama

I came with our eyes connected.

With that freakin’ smirk still on his lips.

My eyes held his as the orgasm of all orgasms took me over.

I exploded.

Sparks flew.

Angels sang.

Babies were possibly made.