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URI
I love my brother. I would literally kill for him if I had to. But right now? The bastard is cockblocking me.
Where the hell are George and Svetlana? I’ve never been more eager to see the two of them before. If they don’t come and scoop Lev away so I can have the little narushitel all to myself, I might go insane.
Alyssa hasn’t made eye contact with me in several minutes. She’s making a big show of coming off as calm and unflustered but her knuckles are white, her face is pinched, and her arms are prickled with goosebumps.
She’s as much of a mess as I am.
Lev springs to his knees all of a sudden. “Hey! I saw him. I saw him!”
Alyssa beams—grateful for a distraction, I’m sure. “I wanna see, too!” She runs over to Lev and the two of them sit there and stare up at the tree as though it’s gonna start shedding gold leaves.
I take the opportunity to adjust my erection so that it’s not so obvious.
When the squirrel jumps to another tree, Lev follows. Alyssa ambles a few steps after him, then pauses. I follow behind and rest my hands on her hips. If I happen to grind myself against the curves of her ass while I do, well… that’s just a happy accident.
Lev is now several feet away with his back to us, staring at another tree. With Alyssa’s ass pressed against my groin, I slip one hand up her blouse and the other hand up her skirt. She reacts instantly, gasping and trying to get out from underneath my hold. I just jerk her right back into place.
“Uri, what are you doing? Not here.”
“Why not?”
“Because we’re in public!”
“That didn’t seem to bother you last night.”
Even her ears go red. “Lev is right over there.”
I press my cock harder against her ass until she lets out a helpless little moan. “Lev is busy with his squirrel. And I’m done waiting.”
I push her panties aside and slip my fingers inside her. She gasps again, arching her back a little, which is perfect because it gives me increased access to exactly where I want to be. She’s sopping wet.
“Ahh, Uri…”
I bite down on her neck as I start working my fingers in and out of her. We’re still completely exposed but I don’t have the willpower to pretend I care anymore. I just want to fucking ravage her. And if the whole world has to watch…
Then so be it.
Lev steps towards the tree and Alyssa recoils in response. “Uri, we can’t… ahh… we can’t let him… see…”
Just so that she can relax a little more, I pull her back behind the tree and lean her against the thick trunk. Her mouth falls open and I have no choice but to bite down on that delicious plump lower lip. She moans into my kiss and I bear down hard against her clit until her body shivers with the heat of her oncoming orgasm.
I pull my fingers out of her, stopping the orgasm in its tracks. She gives me a look and mouths, Asshole. I smile and raise my soaked fingers to my lips. Without breaking eye contact, I suck one into my mouth and taste her.
“You’re so fucking sweet, princess. Care for a taste?”
I offer a finger to her, still dripping with her desire. Her eyes get wider but her lips part automatically. She sucks in my fingers eagerly and doesn’t stop until they’re clean.
“Good girl. That’s my good little angel.”
“Uri! Alyssa!”
Lev’s voice is raised in panic, probably because he can’t see us anymore. Alyssa practically shoves me off her, pulls her skirt down into place, and steps out from behind the tree with a huge grin on her face.
“We’re right here, Lev! Don’t worry.”
I follow her to Lev who’s rushing towards us. “I thought you left me,” he mumbles, reaching for Alyssa’s hand.
I stand back and watch the two of them together. Their body language is relaxed and trusting. Lev even looks her right in the eye. This has to be at the root of my preoccupation with this woman, right? She’s good for him. Great for him.
But even as I think it, it feels more like an excuse than an explanation.
Thankfully, I notice the SUV in the distance. “Lev, your ride is here.”
Usually, he’s excited about going home to his safe place. But today, his mouth turns down at the corners. “But I want to stay with Alyssa.”
Not with me—with Alyssa.
I resist the urge to remind him that I was the one who carried his ass to the bathroom on nights he was too afraid to walk there himself. Instead, I pat his shoulder. “You’ll see Alyssa tomorrow, brat.”