Demyan & Ana (3 page)

Ana didn’t like how his smirk made her mouth go dry, or the fact Koldan passed her another heated glance before he went back to his food. Except she did like it. Entirely too much.

“I like that name,” Anton said, smiling. “Ivan?”

“Hell, my name is in there. Yes, I like it.”

“What about a name for a girl?” Ana asked, curious.

Gia sighed. “We can’t agree on that one.”

Ana noticed Sofia’s smile out of the corner of her eye. She hoped the girl wasn’t being nice just for show.

“My bet is on the baby being a girl,” Sofia said. “Congratulations.”

• • •

“Those things will kill you,” Ana said as she closed the front door.

Koldan looked over the cherry red tip of his cigarette. He exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke into the night sky. “Nothing fun comes from anything good for you.”

Ana laughed. “The problem with trouble is it always starts out as fun.”

“Yeah, well, I like a little trouble mixed in with my fun.”

Ana learned over dinner that Koldan was a few months younger than she was. The soul in his stare made him feel older. His striking features caught in the shadows of the night, making him appear dark and sexy.

Ana forced back her odd desire as Koldan said, “You’re headed out.”

“Yep. I’ll be going back to my apartment, so I probably won’t get to see you again. It was nice to meet you, though.”

Koldan flashed her a cunning smile, adding to his appeal. “Oh, I don’t know. I think I might see you around again, Ana.”

The cigarette was tossed to the pavement. Koldan passed by her to go back into the house. Ana was acutely aware of the heat of his tall, muscular frame. Before the front door closed, Koldan added, “Have a good night,
krasivyy
.”

Ana blinked, her heart thudding hard and fast. He called her beautiful.

Chapter Three

Demyan

“You went out for coffee with her?” Gia asked, her cheeks turning pink.

Demyan blew out a heavy breath of air, frustrated. “Sofia invited me. I didn’t want to be an asshole and our fathers are good friends, babe. I can’t shun a fellow family like that. It was just a coffee. Nothing more.”

“She’s an ex—”

“She’s a girl I fucked around with a couple of times when I was eighteen,” Demyan corrected harshly. “We weren’t anything important and we still aren’t. Christ, Gia. What’s with the jealousy? This isn’t like you at all.”

Gia’s hurt was obvious, but Demyan didn’t know how to fix it. He hadn’t done anything wrong. Not as far as he could see.

“Exactly, Demyan. You’ve been with her. She knows you, okay? We’re together. We’re having a child in a few months. You have no reason to be hanging around with a girl you messed with for any reason.
None
.”

Demyan bit the inside of his cheek to hold his words back. He didn’t want to say something he might regret or hurt his lover further. After the dinner two weeks earlier with the Vasin family, things had been tense to an extreme between him and Gia. Demyan realized she was feeling insecure over Sofia, for whatever reason, but he just couldn’t understand why.

He loved Gia and only her. She had every piece of him there was to give.

“I’m sorry, Gia. I really didn’t think of it in that way because it was innocent. She’s going to be in the city for a couple of more weeks while she visits some friends. I’ll let her know she needs to keep her distance while she’s here.” 

Gia wrapped her arm around her middle and rubbed at her forehead with her other hand. “We weren’t together when you were messing around with her back then, so how can you say you two didn’t have something going on beyond the physical?”

“She didn’t want to be a couple, she still lived in Jersey and I just started college,” Demyan answered honestly. “And in case you have forgotten, you and I were fucking around on and off back then. I was still, just like I am today, head over heels in love with you, babe. What’s really going on here? Tell me what I’m missing, Gia, please.”

“She’s beautiful, Demyan.”

That did nothing to answer his question. “So?”

“
So
?”

“Because she’s pretty I must want to fuck her?” Demyan asked, irritated. “That’s ridiculous.”

“No!”

Demyan jerked back from the anger in Gia’s voice like she’d slapped him. “Whoa. Seriously, what am I missing here, Gia?”

“I’m sick most of the day. I’m tired even after I’ve slept twelve hours. I’m five and a half months pregnant and I look five and a half months pregnant. You go out for coffee with a beautiful girl, don’t bother to tell me until you get home, and you can’t figure out why that might make me feel bad, Demyan?”

Oh. Fucking hell. Didn’t she know how goddamn gorgeous she was to him?

“Gia—”

“Don’t bother,” she said, sounding defeated. “I’m over it. I want to go to bed.”

Ah, no. Demyan didn’t think so. They weren’t ending the day with frustration and pain between them like this.

Demyan crossed the small space separating them before Gia could react. He held her face in his palms, tilting her head up under his urging so he could crush his mouth down to hers. The softest squeak of surprise left her soft lips before she kissed him back. It was such a familiar dance for him—kissing her, loving her—that it ached deep in his chest. There was no one Demyan loved more than Gia. He released her face long enough to tangle his fingers into the blonde curls falling down her back.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered fiercely. “It’s fucking insane what you do to me and what you do for me. Not for one second have I ever thought you weren’t beautiful, especially now. I wouldn’t ever, Gia. You’re mine, babe. I love you. There is no one on this earth more important to me than you.”

Gia released a shaky exhale, her blue eyes watering as she met his stare. “I’m sorry for being jealous.”

“Don’t be. I get it. It won’t happen again. I promise.”

“Your baby is making me crazy,” she mumbled.

Demyan laughed deeply. “Yeah, but you’re my crazy.”

• • •

Two weeks later, Gia had Demyan in bed, promising a surprise. Her surprises were the best kind whenever it involved her and a flat surface as far as he was concerned, so he indulged her little game.

“Close your eyes.”

Demyan did as he was told, placing his arms behind his head all the while.

“Ready?” Gia asked, straddling his waist in a way that had his cock growing thick.

“Yep.”

“Okay … look.”

Demyan opened his eyes to a black and white sonogram picture of his child’s face. It wasn’t the first time he saw the baby, but it was the first clear image of the child’s profile. It was fucking amazing.

“Look at that,” Demyan said, his grin widening by the second. He leaned up on his elbows to get a better look. “The little nose slopes just like yours.”

“I know, right. She was sucking on her thumb, too. It was so cute, but they wouldn’t let me take a video. I don’t know why. Hospital policy or some bullshit. I think the tech was just being a bitch.”

Demyan choked on air. He didn’t care about hospital policies or any of that other nonsense. “
She
?”

“Yeah.” Gia bit her lip; her excitement was palpable. “It’s a girl, Demyan.”

Demyan cursed lowly. He missed finding out the gender of his first child because of some stupid test worth twenty percent of his overall grade. Un-fucking-believable.

“Hey, don’t,” Gia said gently, placing the sonogram picture to the bed. Her warm hands slid under his shirt and up to his chest, making his heart and lungs stop. “I know that look, Demyan. Don’t be angry. The test was important. You’ve been to every other appointment. There’ll be more. It was only one.”

“An important one, Gia,” he argued. “God, a girl?”

“A girl.”

“A girl,” he repeated. “
My
daughter.”

“Are you happy?” Gia asked, her fingers tapping a tantalizing beat to his skin. “You were pretty set on the boy name and all. I thought maybe that’s what you wanted.”

Demyan all but shouted his joy. “Fuck, yes. I am …
ecstatic
. We’re having a girl, Gia.”

“I know.” Gia’s face lit up. “You want to tell the world or no?”

“No,” Demyan said instantly. “Not right now. Christ, come here.”

With no warning, Demyan grabbed Gia by the waist and flipped them over in one movement. He fit perfectly to her body with her thighs tight around him as he rained kissed down her face and neck. Running his hands down her sides, he fisted her dress and dragged the fabric up until the pink lace of her panties were exposed and she was grinding her core against the bulge in his jeans.

As far as he was concerned, the best way to celebrate her surprise was for him to love her like only he knew how.

Gia’s blissful sighs filled the room and Demyan to the brim until he was so hard it ached and he couldn’t think about anything else but being buried inside of her. Demyan made quick work of ridding them both of their clothing. His fingers slid along her slit, finding her slick with the silky wetness of her arousal. She was always ready for him, her body responsive and wanting. Christ, he loved this girl like nobody knew.

Gia’s nails scraped gently down his pecs as he kissed her hard and deep, wanting her closer. Two of his fingers plunged into her sex as her tongue flicked to the seam of his mouth “
God
, Demyan.”

“What do you want, babe?” he asked with a huskiness building in his tone. “Soft or hard?”

“I’m not breakable,” she mumbled against his lips while his fingers stroked inside her clenching walls. “Just pregnant.”

“Oh, I know. Thought I should give you the option.”

Demyan withdrew his fingers from Gia’s body and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, sending her blonde curls flying in a mass of waves over the bed. He kissed her back, tasting the flavor of her skin with his tongue while his hands palmed her ass. Gia groaned, fisting the duvet as she backed into his groin.

Demyan’s fingers found her sex again. He used his one hand to fuck her while his other wrapped around her thigh to reach between her legs and circle fast strokes to her clit. Gia cried out when Demyan didn’t relent in the pace or power of his motions. It wasn’t long before her tart juices were soaking his hand, her thighs shook, and she was coming hard around his digits with a shout.

He didn’t wait for her to catch her breath. His fingers left her sex just long enough to be replaced by his cock. Sliding into her wet, hot channel blew away every thought in his mind. She was still bearing down from her orgasm, her walls contracting like a vise around his shaft when he bottomed out inside her.

“Shit, yeah,” Demyan hissed, a white heat searing through his senses. “Christ, you feel good.”

“Stop talking and
fuck
me
,” Gia whimpered.

Demyan held Gia up a little higher with one arm. He took her how she wanted with hard and long thrusts that sent her breathy moans spinning into high cries. Her fingernails dug into his arm around her middle and the soft curls of hair tickled his chest as she tossed her head back.

Demyan knew this woman. He understood her cues, her body and how to work it. There were many females for him during the periods of their splits when they were younger, but only Gia had been the one to teach him
her
. His first time was a messy, fumbling encounter with a girl older than him in the backseat of a car. His next had been Gia. There was never a time when he didn’t regret not waiting for her back then, but everything he knew about what she liked, needed and how to fuck her—
love
her—was because of Gia.

When her fingernails scored deeper and her walls fluttered around him, Demyan pulled her back into his chest, turned her face and kissed her mouth. His teeth nipped at her bottom lip, giving her the bit of pain that would heighten the euphoria of her orgasm, as she came undone around him.

“There it is,” Demyan murmured. Fuck, he was so close. “Ready, babe?”

“So ready,” Gia said, breathless and giggling. “Don’t hold back.”

Demyan let his hold on her go. Gia caught herself with her palms down to the bed. In the next second he was pounding into her harder than before, letting the pressure build in the base of his spine until he was about to explode.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Demyan growled.

Demyan’s vision blurred with the force of his release. A rip of pleasure tore through his insides as he emptied himself deep into Gia.

Spent, he withdrew from her body and pulled them both down to the bed, adjusting his lover so she was tucked snugly into his side and his hand was placed on her slightly rounded midsection.

Gia sighed. “I should surprise you more often.”

“Yes, do that. Fuck, where’s the phone?”

“Why?”

“Tell the world, you know,” Demyan said before he kissed her naked shoulder.

“Can we get dressed first?”

“No, I have to call my father.”

“He’s not going to know if you took an extra couple of minutes—” Gia’s words cut off and she snorted in the cutest way. “Never mind, yes he would. He knows everything about everyone. He’s crazy like that.”

“Crazy is one way to put it. Grab the phone.”

Gia leaned over to grab both their cellular phones off the nightstand. She tossed his phone over before plucking up her dress and turning her home screen on.

“Eva will be pissed off something fierce if she doesn’t hear it first,” Demyan said, keying in his father’s number. “So will Anton.”

Gia agreed. “That’s why I grabbed both phones. Call Anton, I’ll call Ma.”

“Sexy and smart. I picked a good one with you, huh?”

“No, I picked a good one,” Gia said, poking his side. “Call your father.”

Demyan grinned, hit the call button, and put the phone up to his ear. Gia’s call to her mother was still ringing when Anton picked up Demyan’s. She pulled the dress he had yanked off her earlier back on as he focused in on his call.

“
Privyet
, Demyan,” his father greeted.

“Hey. Where are you right now?”

“Home. Convincing your mother to make me a pie. Why?”

“I’m not making you a damn pie, Anton, so there’s no convincing going on here,” Viviana said in the background. “There’s a half of a fucking cheesecake in the fridge that you wanted me to make yesterday. Eat that.”

“There’s a shop down on the boardwalk that sells apple and cherry ones, Vine.” Demyan laughed when his father added lower, “Twenty bucks says she’s going to make me a pie, now.”

“I’m not stupid enough to take that bet, Papa.”

“Hey, Ma,” Gia said, moving to the edge of the bed.