Possess Me by Michelle Heard
Chapter 43
Alek
We’re lying on our sides, and with Everleigh in my arms, her naked body nestled against mine, we just stare at each other.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this miracle, but I’m so fucking thankful I have her back.
Slowly, I keep brushing my fingers through her hair, drinking in every inch of her beautiful face.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you too.”
Hearing her say the words and knowing she’s mine to keep, a smile lifts the corners of my mouth.
Finally.
“I love you,” I say again.
She lets out a chuckle. “I love you too.”
Everleigh uses her body to push me onto my back before she straddles me. I’ve been hard for a while, but I don’t push her to have sex again. I remember she was sore the first two times, and the last thing I want to do is hurt my woman.
She brushes the tip of her finger over the bullet wound on my shoulder. “How did you get this scar?”
I let out a chuckle, and still unable to lie to her, I admit, “Viktor shot me.”
Her eyes widen, and she gasps. “What? Why?”
“Misha, Armani, and I disobeyed a direct order. He could’ve killed one of us but instead just shot me in the shoulder as punishment.”
“That’s freaking insane.” A dark frown forms on her forehead. “Now I like him even less, and I didn’t like him to begin with.”
Fuck.
Doing some damage control, I say, “It’s the way things work in our world. Viktor is a good man. If he doesn’t enforce the law, all hell will break loose.”
Everleigh keeps scowling at me.
“I fucked up and had to pay the price. Don’t hold it against Viktor.”
She turns her attention to the scar on my side. “How did you get this one? It looks new.”
“We were attacked a couple of weeks back. A bullet just grazed me.”
Her eyes narrow on me. “Do you hear how this sounds?”
“How what sounds?”
She slaps my shoulder. “How am I supposed to live knowing you can be hurt or killed at any second?”
Fuck.
“I’ll be more careful at work.”
“You better!” she huffs. “I refuse to spend every day worrying about you. I want to know you’ll come home to us.”
Grinning like an idiot, I ask, “Home? Does that mean you’re good with us living together?”
She does a double take, looking a little startled. “No, that’s not what I said.”
“Yes, it is.”
Everleigh surprises me by gripping hold of my cock and positioning me at her entrance she slides down on me. “That’s…not what…I said,” she moans.
“Uh-huh,” I mumble, too focused on the feel of her wrapped around me.
I sit up, and taking hold of her ass, I keep hold of her as I pull out before thrusting deep into her.
I keep the pace slow, and with our eyes lock, she wraps her arms around my neck.
“You feel so good,” I groan.
“Russian,” she gasps.
“Luchshe derzhis' krepche, potomu chto ya sobirayus' zhestko tebya trakhnut'.”
“God,” she moans, her inner walls clamping around me like a vice. “More.”
“Ty moi, Everleigh.” Our faces are an inch apart, and nothing else exists at this moment. “Ty moy. Vechno i navsegda.”
Her features tense, and I can see she’s close. “What does it mean?”
I keep filling her with hard thrusts, my own orgasm threatening to tear through me. “Better hold onto something 'cause I’m about to fuck you hard.” I flip her onto her back, and gripping hold of her hips, I kneel between her legs and slam back into her. “You’re mine. Forever and always.”
Everleigh explodes, and I feel as her orgasm hits.
I move faster, fucking her with all my strength. She covers her mouth with her hands, muffling the sound of her scream as I fuck her raw.
My orgasm barrels through my body, but I’m unable to stop. There’s so much friction between us, I clench my jaw, and within seconds another wave of pleasure hits Everleigh.
She begins to weep from the ecstasy, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than her.
My body slumps against hers, and breathless, we ride the last of our orgasms.
Lifting my head, I press a kiss to her mouth before saying, “So, you’re moving in with me?”
Everleigh lets out a burst of laughter and shakes her head. “No. It’s way too soon.”
“Mommy,” Vincent calls.
I’m up in a flash and rush to the bathroom.
“Mommy’s coming,” Everleigh replies. “Shit.”
A moment later, I hear the door open and close, and I let out a breath of relief. I don’t want to scar my son for life.
Chuckling, I walk back into the room and put on my boxers.
When I check the time, I notice it’s only three am.
I open the door and walk to Vincent’s room, where Everleigh is stripping the sheets off.
“Did he wet the bed?”
“I’m sorry,” Vincent sniffles and my eyes dart to my boy, who’s busy putting on clean pajama shorts.
“Hey, no, accidents happen.” I walk closer, and picking him up, I wipe the tears from his face.
“It’s because he fell asleep in the car. He didn’t go to the bathroom when we got home,” Everleigh explains.
Only then does Vincent realize it’s the middle of the night, and I’m still here. “You didn’t leave! I want to sleep by you.”
My eyes dart to Everleigh. “It’s going to be a tight fit.” A horrified expression tightens her features. “On the bed. All three of us on the bed.”
Letting out a burst of laughter, I carry Vincent to Everleigh’s room.
I place Vincent down in the middle of the bed and lie down beside him.
His eyes flit over my chest, then he touches the scar on my shoulder. “You have an owie?”
“No. It doesn’t hurt.”
“Because you’re strong?”
When I nod, he snuggles against my chest. “Night, Daddy.”
My boy is lights out by the time Everleigh comes into the bedroom. She turns off the light and climbs into bed on the other side of Vincent.
I reach over our son and rest my hand on her hip.
“I’m going to be dead at work,” she whispers.
“Take the day off.”
She lets out a soft chuckle. “You’re a bad influence.”
“You still love me,” I tease her.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Get some sleep, moya malen'kaya lyubov'.”
Just as quick as Vincent, Everleigh drifts off to sleep. I lie awake listening to their soft breaths, and calmness I’ve never felt before settles in my heart.
Before I have to take Viktor to the office for a meeting, I create a three-way call between Misha, Armani, and myself.
Misha is the first to answer. “Wow. It’s the second time you’ve called me in a row. Miracles are happening.”
Armani’s face appears, and seeing Misha and me, a wide smile curves his mouth. “This is a surprise.”
“Before Misha spoils the surprise, I have news. Get Tiana,” I say.
Seconds later, Tiana’s cheek is pressed against Armani’s.
“It’s so good to see you, Alek,” she says.
“I have good news and good news,” I tease. They all give me expectant looks. “Everleigh’s alive.”
There’s a collective cheer, and Tiana actually looks like she’s going to cry. “Oh, my God. How did you even find her?”
“I found her at Viktor’s house. Turns out she’s friends with Rosalie.”
“That must’ve been so emotional. How are you holding up?” Armani asks.
Misha just watches with a huge smile on his face.
“It was a shit show. I kind of lost my mind,” I admit. “But everything has been straightened out.” I grin at them. “And I have a son. Everleigh named him after Vincent.”
“What the fuck?” Armani mutters in disbelief.
“Yep. I’m a father. My boy is three years old.”
“Jesus,” Tiana whispers. “Your entire life has changed.”
“For the better,” Misha adds his two cents. “I’m happy for you, brother.”
“Yes, we’re so happy for you,” Tiana agrees.
“You found your woman,” Armani says. “But is she willing to pick up where you left off?”
“Yes. She’s as amazing as I remember. It’s like we were meant to love each other.”
Unable to hold back the tears, Tiana sniffles, “God, this is the best news ever. Have you told Mama?”
“Not yet, and don’t you dare tell her before me,” I warn them.
“We won’t,” Tiana promises.
We talk for a long while and take the opportunity to catch up on each other's lives.
By the time we end the call, my face hurts from all the smiling, but my heart is full.
Things are finally starting to go right for me.
