Caring for the Bratva (Steamy Standalone Instalove)

“Because he wants us to be together, right?” my woman teases lightly, smiling up at me.

I smirk, leaning down and laying a kiss on her forehead. I’ll never stop being stunned by how natural this feels, kissing my woman in this intimate way like we’ve been together for years.

It’s the evening after we made love, and since then we’ve done it twice more.

I would’ve done it twenty times more, but my woman needs to give her body a break and I understand that.

She took the lead the last time, nervously climbing atop me and taking my hands in hers, biting her lip as she sat down on my cock and started rocking those perfect hips.

I try to push that image away, my manhood stiffening.

She makes a moaning sound as her gaze flits over me, reading the desire in my expression, probably sensing it in the tension of my body too.

“I thought you said you were going to be good, hmm?” she moans, but the breathy desire in her voice tells me she wants this, even if her young fresh pussy is a little sore from all our carnal unleashing.

“I know,” I smirk. “But you’re too damn sexy, Daniella. It’s not my fault you turn me feral so easily.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?” she giggles.

“Yeah.” I grin like the wolf I am. “Exactly.”

“Do you mind if I check the dog camera?” she murmurs.

I chuckle, a warm sensation moving through me. Her eyes brim with genuine concern, her words taut with the need to make sure Lucky is okay. She has no idea how badly it makes me want her when she lets her maternal side show like this.

“I’d be surprised if you didn’t,” I say.

She insisted that we install dog cameras in all of Lucky’s usual spots around the house, linked to an app on our phones, so we could check on him throughout the night.

“I don’t want to spoil it,” she said to me when she made the proposal. “It’s just… I’m his caretaker, right? Pretty much. I know I was just an assistant, but—I care about him, that’s what I’m trying to say. I have a responsibility.”

I stilled her concerns with a kiss, and then kept my lips close to hers. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I love how attentive you are.”

There it was.

Love.

I saw the look shimmer across her eyes, wondering how much I meant those words, and I wanted to roar it right there.

But what we have now is so damn perfect…

And I’ve got an idea for when I can first say it.

I just need to arrange a few things.

She takes out her phone and navigates to the app.

“Aww,” she murmurs, staring down at it. “He’s sleeping in his dog bed in the living room. He looks so peaceful.”

“That’s because he wants us to enjoy our date,” I say. “And he wants me to enjoy how smoking hot you look in that dress. Seriously, Dreamer, you’re sexier than any model.”

“Stop…”

“I mean it,” I growl. “I can’t imagine claiming any other woman as mine.”

She puts her phone in her handbag, reaching her hand up to touch my face. I love how confidently she can make gestures like this now, even if there’s still a vestige of her old nerves buried within the movement, like part of her is at war with its self.

But this is after a couple of days.

I can’t wait to see how confident my woman will become after a couple of weeks, a couple of years, a couple of decades.

I glance to the driver’s section, glad for the soundproof screen, so he can’t get a glimpse of my woman. The limo has a rear-facing camera so there’s no need for him to use the rearview mirror.

Then I can’t help myself. I reach down and grab onto her thick gorgeous thigh, staring down as my manhood stiffens in my pants, pressing against the zipper as I slide my hand toward her sex.

“Dom,” she whimpers, as her thighs begin to tremble and I can feel her twitching with the desire to open her legs and give me access to that sopping wet hole.

I remember the way she squirted down my cock the first time we had sex, the cream soaking my solid length as I slammed into her. There was so much of it that some spread over her lips, making her whole pussy glisten for me.

She grabs my hand, biting her lip. “We can’t here…”

“I know.” I sigh, removing my hand with what feels like a herculean effort. “You have no idea how irresistible you are. You drive me insane. You’re fucking perfect.”

“You always say that,” she whispers.

I chuckle, stroking a wayward strand of hair from her forehead. The way she tilts her head against my hand as I do drives me to even more possessive need, making me think of all the times throughout our lives she’s going to look at me like this, at weddings and births and a million other occasions, things I never even knew I wanted before I laid my eyes on her.