Gilded Tears: A Russian Mafia Romance (Kovalyov Bratva Book 2) Nicole Fox (no david read aloud TXT) 📖

I break away and look down at our son. Artem runs his hand through Phoenix’s dark hair. It’s starting to curl at the edges a little and neither of us can stop touching the tiny ringlets.

“There’s no one around,” Artem says, looking around the abandoned beach.

“There are bigger ocean towns that attract the tourists,” I explain. “The locals are used to the ocean. They’re only out here when it’s warm enough to swim in.”

“I’m not complaining,” he says. “I like having this place all to ourselves.”

“Me too. Just the three of us.”

We hold hands as we continue on down the beach. We walk a few feet away from the shoreline, but I can feel the chill of the Pacific soaking into the soft sand.

As we walk further, we lose sight of the boardwalk, and the buildings gives way to trees. Once we’ve cleared the town, it really does feel like the ocean belongs to us.

“You could swim by the beach every day if we lived here,” I tell him with a nudge.

Artem doesn’t react to that at all. I know enough to know that that means he doesn’t want me to know what he’s feeling.

We fall into silence. I try to picture him living in this town with me.

And I can’t see it.

The picture is hazy at best. None of it feels natural.

Because Artem is not meant for a quiet life by the ocean.

Because you’re trying to make him something he’s not.

The thoughts are uncomfortable. I shove them away.

“How’s the little solnishka?” Artem asks after a while. He gazes fondly at Phoenix’s dark head of hair.

“Fast asleep,” I tell him.

“Good,” he says. “I’ve been waiting for that.”

I laugh. “Why?”

“Because,” Artem says, with a very familiar glint in his eye, “his mother looks so fucking sexy right now, and I need a little one-on-one time with her.”

I can’t help the blush that flushes onto my cheeks. “Here?” I ask.

“What are you worried about?” Artem pokes. “All the people that might see us?”

I laugh. “Fair point.”

“It’s not the first time I’ve taken you on the beach either.”

His words trigger the memory, as well as the heat between my legs.

Within seconds, I’m wet, and the idea of having Artem inside me is titillating as hell.

“Get the blanket,” I tell him in a deep, husky voice.

We find a shady spot under an abandoned pier and pull out the large beach blanket that Artem’s been carrying around in the basket I packed for our beach outing.

Then I ease Phoenix into the portable bassinet. He doesn’t even twitch, still deeply asleep.

Before I can even turn around, I feel Artem’s hands on my hips.

I turn into him and his lips are on my neck, his hand cupping my breast and massaging gently. I push him down onto the beach blanket and unzip his pants.

I pull them off him, followed by his shirt, until he’s stretched out before me, naked and magnificent. He looks so fucking sexy that it just makes me wetter.

I sit up next to him, my hands exploring his defined pecs and his steel abs. He plays with my hair as I continue staring at him with longing.

As my fingers drift over his body, Artem’s hand pulls up the flimsy white dress I’m wearing. He slips his fingers in sideways under my panties and starts exploring my wetness.

I feel his finger slides inside me as I bend down and kiss his neck, my hand stroking his cock slowly.

“Mmm… I’ve missed this,” I whisper to him.

“I’ve missed you,” he answers, his tone thick with lust.

I keep stroking his cock, while he fingers me with increasing speed. Once my body is rolling with waves of desire and I can’t stand it anymore, I hike my dress up around my waist and get on top of him.

I straddle him, my thighs tightening around his waist and my hands on his chest. His tattoos peer back at me, dark and glinting slightly in the lattice of shade and sun.

“How many of these do you have?” I ask as I slowly trace the outline of his chest ink, grinding my hips against him slowly.

His cock is pressed up between my legs, teasing my pussy lips without yet entering me. I graze him with one hand as my other hand continues to caress his chest.

“I’ve lost count,” he groans.

“Are you done?”

He smiles. “No, I’ve got at least two more to get.”

“Oh?”

He nods, his hands squeezing my thighs as his cock twitches with need. “Yeah,” he says. “One for you. One for Phoenix.”

For such a simple gesture, I’m surprised by how warm it makes me. “I like that idea,” I say. “Maybe I’ll get one, too. Maybe right… here?”

I trace a teasing fingertip around the outline of my hardened nipple. Artem’s groan deepens, expands.

“How about, first, you fuck me,” he growls. His hand closes over mine and together, we squeeze my breast and send sensation surging through me.

But as he tries to sit up, I put both hands back on his chest and push him down to the earth again.

“Patience,” I whisper to him. He laughs—probably because he knows the truth as well as I do.

That neither of us can wait a single fucking second longer.

I bend down and kiss him hard, entwining my tongue in his. His hands open and close on my thighs, but he doesn’t force me down on him. Not yet.

He lets me make the final move.

I lift my hips and line up the head of his cock with my pussy. Then I inch down on top of him.

An instant later, he fills me up.

“Oh God,” I gasp involuntarily.

I wind up and down on his length. Hips meeting hips. The friction, pure and beautiful and so fucking intense that I feel it from head to toe.

He holds me tightly in place, but he lets me take the lead. He doesn’t push into me. He just lies there, allowing me to take this at the pace I want.

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