He interlinks my fingers with his. “Want to get out of here?”
“Fuck yes.”
I’m about to haul him away so I can kiss him, but he presses his chest to mine and devours my lips in a searing, passionate kiss.
In front of the whole world. His whole word.
If anyone had told me about this scene a couple of years back, I would’ve called them a borderline liar.
But my lotus flower can’t seem to get enough of me as much as I can’t get enough of him.
Before I can deepen the kiss, he pulls back, putting a halt to Kolya’s diabolical plan.
So I drag him behind me, pushing through the bodies of people, desperate to get him alone.
Bran drives us to his parents’ house, which we’ll probably have to ourselves for a while before his parents and Glyn come back, bringing the other psychos, Landon and Kill, along.
During the entire ride, I’m kissing Bran’s throat, nibbling on his Adam’s apple, undoing his bow tie, and unbuttoning his shirt to leave hickeys on his collarbone.
The perfect image he loves so well shatters against my tongue and fingers as he moans my name and groans his pleasure.
My lotus flower is the most unbothered driver you’ll ever find. He never gets his feathers ruffled, never gets mad, never drives recklessly, but even he has to stop the car on the side of the road, and I haul him onto my lap so that Kolya can say hi.
The dry humping session comes to a halt, though, because he can’t have us getting arrested for indecency. Despite his car having tinted windows.
The only reason I stop is because I don’t want a quickie in the car. I need to feast on him properly after a week of being deprived of him.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved the phone sex, the filthy texts, and the dick pics he sent occasionally—after I bombarded him with a thousand pics of Kolya weeping in agony—but the real thing is better by fucking miles.
As soon as we’re inside the house, I slam my lips to his, both of us stumbling as he shoves me against the wall, his tongue demanding and warring with mine.
I reverse our positions so that he’s against the wall, our bodies pressed together from the dick up.
“I missed you so much, you have no idea,” he breathes against my lips. “You’re never getting out of my sight again.”
“Mmm. Never again, baby.” I speak against his throat, trailing my tongue and lips against his throbbing pulse and the faint scar from when I nearly lost him forever.
He’s come so far since then. Has gotten so much better at dealing with his emotions. Has learned to forgive himself and even smile at his image in the mirror.
That didn’t stop the control-freak tendencies, though. That’s a personality trait—one I love just like he secretly loves my reckless behavior sometimes.
He doesn’t try to change me and embraces me the way I am. He doesn’t care who I have to maim as long as I don’t get hurt in the process. That’s when he loses it.
I kid you not. Once, Kill threw a lighter at my head since he loves hitting me with random shit. Bran threw it back at his head and told him point-blank not to hit me anymore or he wouldn’t stand for it.
Did I fall in love with him a bit deeper after that? Possibly.
Bran shudders and his hands wrap around me, one gripping my waist and the other pulling my hair free as he throws his head against the wall with a throaty groan.
I inhale him into my lungs and keep him there—citrus and fucking mine.
“Bed. Now.” I growl against his fully marked neck, and the best part? He doesn’t hide my hickeys anymore. If anything, he loves leaving some of his own, too.
“Can’t have you running around and attracting unwanted attention. The world needs to know who you belong to,” is what he tells me every time.
“I have to show you something first.” He pants and leads me down the hall.
“Can’t it wait?” I wrap my arms around him from behind, matching his steps as I kiss his neck.
It’s awkward and definitely not fun to walk in this position, but Bran doesn’t complain and even gives me access to his throat, moaning when I nibble on his Adam’s apple.
“Baby…stop…” His voice trembles as he pushes the door open.
“You can’t call me baby and ask me to stop. I’m so going to devour the fuck out of you.”
“Nikolai…”
“Mmm?”
“Focus, please.”
“Give me a sec…”
“Nikolai!”
“What?” I lift my head, slightly annoyed that he’s stopping me when we’re both burning for this.