Russian Rebound

Excerpt from one of my WIP’s ~ Unedited ~ title undecided

Escaping a life that was no longer mine has proven exhausting. I’d been driving since seven this morning. My butt was numb, my stomach growled at me, and I needed a shower. Since it was still a little early when I arrived in Tennessee, I found a decent hotel. Once I settled in, I ordered room service and showered while waiting for my food.

After I felt human again, I arranged the food tray to my liking and grabbed my ebook reader to read about someone else’s misery. I had just started a new book when my husband’s… ugh… ex-husband’s number flashed on my phone. I cringed and took a deep breath. He always had this sixth sense and seemed to know when I was happy so he could ruin it by speaking or breathing. I thought of not answering but figured if I did, maybe he would leave me alone. Nessa, be nice.

“Hello?” I answered with a loud sigh.

“He’s mine now.” A voice that sounded much like a witch with serious sinus issues screeched across the speaker. Lydia, Gage’s mistress. Oh dear God, please give me strength. I immediately pinched the bridge of my nose. This bitch here. The voice on the other end of the phone continued, “He’s always loved me. You made him miserable.”

“I know.” I calmly replied. I refused to allow this woman to get under my skin.

“We were meant for each other.”

“You’re right. You belong together.”

“I’m giving him something you can’t give him.”

“Herpes?” I couldn’t hide the sarcasm. This woman bought out the bitch in me. It was one of her many talents.

“No, you stupid cow! I’m pregnant!”

“W-what?” At first, I was in utter shock, completely speechless. Then I felt the roar coming from the bottom of my stomach. Much needed air constricted in my chest and pain shot through me as the first giggle bubbled up my throat. After several seconds of giggling, laughter erupted. I roared with so much laughter, tears fell from my eyes and I could no longer breathe.

“Oh my God!” I managed to say between breaths. I wiped the tears that slipped from my eyes. I could hear her crying between my laughing. She called to hurt me and it backfired on her. I could never understand her hatred for me. I mean she stole my life and is currently fucking my husband… ex-husband.

Okay, I may have called her a husband stealing cunt in a courtroom full of people and I may have charged her with cyber-stalking and threatened to sue her for defamation if she didn’t stop bashing me over social media.

Is that a reason to hate me?

“Stop laughing!”

I laughed louder. So loud, I almost didn’t hear Gage grab the phone from her. Lydia, who are you talking to? Then, Hello? I tried my best to calm down.

“So… you’re gonna’ be a dad again? I guess congratulations are in order?” The giggling started again. I could hear Gage yelling at his baby mama. Dear karma… I freaking love you!

“I’m sorry, Nessa.” he sighed over the phone.

“Why? THIS IS FREAKING FANTASTIC! Best day ever!”

“I screwed up. She lied to me, told me she couldn’t get pregnant.”

“No way! What a conniving cunt.”

“Vanessa!” His controlling voice growled through the phone.

“You’re gonna’ be like,” I belt out a laugh. “Over sixty years old,” I snorted while laughing, then laughed harder because I snorted and then I snorted louder. I took a deep breath and finished, “When that kid graduates!”

“Vanessa!”

“No… wait… wait… so… counting her three demon spawns, you’re gonna have four kids under twelve years old. And… AND you completely downgraded! Oh My God Gage, you’re right! You’re really fucked!”

“That’s enough, Vanessa!” he yelled through the phone.

“Fuck off, Gage! You wanted this! You made your bed now lie in it! Don’t forget your dog. You always preferred sleeping with the dog, anyway! Leave me the Hell alone!”

I hit the end button. Ugh! Why can’t those two just leave me alone? They got what they wanted. Why bother me? I thought about the day I found out about his affair. I felt like a complete idiot. I knew they were talking. I knew because I encouraged it. Since she was an old childhood friend, I thought nothing of it when he first told me about her.

I trusted him and had no reason to doubt him. She was the one who leaked their little secret. She showed up at my office to gloat, to throw it in my face that she’s been fucking my husband. I don’t actually remember what happened after that. I saw red. My supervisor, Duncan, told me she had to hold me back because I was trying to attack the skank. My life went downhill from there.

I shook my head to rid of the memories. Abandoning dinner, I quickly dressed my newly single self, grabbed my wallet, phone, and hotel key, and swung my door open. I stopped suddenly at the scene in front of me was comical, but I was too pissed to laugh. A large man dressed only in swim shorts stood in front of me with his fist in midair. It seemed he was about to knock on my door. My eyes were glued to his massive chest and his numerous tattoos.

“Wow.” I whispered as my eyes traveled down to his thick thighs that screamed to come out of his shorts. After they lingered in an area that was only for my imagination, my eyes finally made their way back up his body.

“Um… excuse me.” Some whiney female voice rudely interrupted my creepiness, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Yeah?” I answered without looking away. I could see her in my peripherals. She was a short, petite brunette. In no way was I threatened by her. Yet, she stood on the side of him with her arms crossed as if that was supposed to scare me.

“I think we have the wrong room.” she sighed loudly as she grabbed her man’s beefy arm and tried to pull him away. I looked down at her and smirked. I decided to have a little fun with her. It amazed me how some women felt so threatened by other women.

“It could be the right room if you played your cards right.” I looked her up and down with a wanting look on my face. After making a show of looking at her, I turned my attention back to her companion. I watched his eyes glance at my room number and then say,

“Babe, we’re looking for room 541, right?” I almost laughed. That was my room number.

“No, asshole. We’re in 547!” She gave him a disgusted look, then stormed off. He smirked back at me, shrugged his shoulders, and then chased after her.

“You know where to find me if you change your mind!” I called after them as I closed my door and giggled on my way to the bar.

I stopped at the entrance to the bar and took a deep breath. I received several stares from both males and females as I walked inside of the bar. I glided onto a stool at the back corner of the bar. I wanted to hide myself while I drank my anger away. Eating didn’t appeal to me as much as the alcohol.

“What can I get you?” A girl wearing a maroon polo shirt with the hotel’s logo monogrammed right above her heart leaned across the bar. Pepper, according to her name tag, smiled at me. Her auburn hair matched her name. Pepper’s cuteness seemed to lighten my mood. She placed a basket of pita chips in front of me, so I munched on those while waiting for my drink.

“Merlot, please.”

“Coming right up.”

The bar was shaped as a half square with bar stools surrounding it. Glass shelves that held hundreds of bottles of liquor lined the wall at the back of the bar. A large flat screen television, which was currently showing a college softball game, sat the very top of the shelves. The colors from the screen shone through the glass bottles creating a green and blue glow. It reminded me of the Northern Lights. A second television hung on the other side near the entrance.

I stared blankly at the screen, pretending I was interested. I was angry at Gage for yelling at me. How dare he? He chose this path with that psychotic witch. I didn’t ask for any of this.

A smirk crept on my face, thinking of the awesome news. Maybe I shouldn’t be angry. Maybe I should be celebrating. As I contemplated how to feel, several people migrated to the bar quickly filling the stools. Most were like me, either wired up, pissed off, or couldn’t sleep. Some appeared to be business people. Numerous suit jackets covered backs of scattered chairs. They wore dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up to their elbows and their ties loosened around their necks.

“Here ya’ go.”

“Thanks.” I traded with the bartender, giving her my debit card for the wine. I heard movement on the side of me. I didn’t look or even glance. I wanted to ignore whoever sat next to me, but the amazing smell of his cologne was too distracting. Before Pepper walked away, she asked, “Would you like to open a tab?”

“Put anything she orders on my tab.”

The owner of the amazing cologne spoke. I turned to him to deny it, but stopped when I saw him. He had short, black hair that was dusted with a bit of white. He smiled at me displaying a dimple in his left cheek and his golden flaked, hazel eyes sparkled down at me. His shirt sleeves were rolled at each elbow, displaying tattoos on each forearm, and I almost felt sorry for the shirt that fought itself to cover his massive chest. Almost.

“Thanks.” I managed to find my voice after mentally violating this gorgeous man sitting next to me. I wondered if my reaction to him made me just as bad as Gage and his skank. I thought about it. Hmm… I’m not married and I’m definitely not some skanky home wrecker. So, no. I’m good.

“It’s my pleasure.” he continued smiling. I noticed a bit of an accent, which made him even sexier. “Niklaus.”

“Vanessa.” I sipped my wine. Even his name was sexy. My eyes settled on his lips as he wrapped them around the rim of the bottle. I became hypnotized, but quickly snapped out of my daze when he spoke.

“So, Vanessa, what brings you to Tennessee? Business or pleasure?”

“Neither.”

“Has to be one or the other, there is no in between. So, which is it? Business or pleasure?”

“I guess pleasure.” I wish. It’s been too long. God, I could use some serious pleasure. Seriously. I couldn’t help but to glance at his lips. I wanted those lips on me. Everywhere, especially in a certain V area. I watched those lips lift up in a smirk. I felt the burn spread across my face. Vanessa, what the fuck is wrong with you? “You?”

“Business,” Dammit. I was hoping he would say pleasure. He smiled as he added, “Or pleasure, depends on who’s asking.”

“I said that aloud, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did beautiful,” he chuckled while he watched me grow with humiliation. “I could make that happen.”

“Oh my God.” I whispered, realizing what this could lead to.

“So, Vanessa, tell me why you stormed in here looking like you were ready to hurt someone. You seemed fine when you checked in earlier.”

“I’m not angry anymore.” I swirled my wineglass and smiled. He can stalk me. Seriously, he can. I wouldn’t mind at all. “Wait. You were there when I checked in? I observed everyone when I was in the lobby. I didn’t see you.”

“Moya Lyubov – my love, you have no idea of my powers. A beautiful woman such as yourself shouldn’t be angry. You should always have a smile on your face.”

“Tell that to my ex-husband.” I mumbled low enough, I didn’t think he heard me. Was that Russian? If he spoke like that all the time, I would probably do anything he wants.

“If he’s never told you that, then he never deserved you to begin with. A real man should always tell his woman how beautiful she is and show her how much he loves her. She should be the most important person in his life.” he spoke in Russian, then repeated it in English.

“Wow.” I whispered. I leaned on my elbow with my chin in my hand like some teenage girl with a crush. “Keep talking.” If that was his way to get me into his bed then he was really good because I would do it in a heartbeat. Sleeping with this stranger would be worth the shame and regret. I would gladly stroll down the walk of shame. Hell, I would skip and whistle a show tune after one night with this man.

“You haven’t answered my question. Why were you so angry?”

“I’ve decided to celebrate.”

“Excellent. What are we celebrating?” He nodded his head at the bartender who grabbed a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. How did the bartender know what to give him with just a nod? Weird. Anyway, vodka? Oh, this won’t be good. I do questionable things with vodka. I swore it off after that one time in college. I won’t elaborate, but it involved me and two other women, oh and vodka. I should refuse him, but I read somewhere that it’s rude to refuse as it is their Russian culture. I didn’t want to be rude. Ok, one shot.

“My husband’s skank is pregnant. I mean ex-husband. We’re divorced. I keep forgetting it’s so new.”

“Congratulations to them.”

“Oh no. No congratulations! This is karma at her best. He didn’t want another kid. Now, he’s stuck with her.” I watched him fill the shot glass while he seemed to be listening intently. He pushed one in front of me. I stared at it and prayed I didn’t do anything I would regret. Niklaus grabbed his glass, and I grabbed mine.

“To new life.” he toasted, clinking his glass with mine.

“May he be miserable.” I added. I swung my head back and felt the burn flow down my throat. I quickly turned the glass over and placed in on its rim. No more for me. I’ll stick with my wine. I scrunched my face and breathed out a large breath. He laughed and refilled his glass then placed the bottle in front of him. I raised my wineglass to his shot glass and clinked.

“To beautiful women.”

I watched that magnificent, thick throat move as he swallowed the clear liquid. The feelings that tingled at the core of my body were foreign to me. Maybe I should clear a few things up.  One, I’ve always been faithful to Gage while we were together, which was pretty lengthy. Two, our sex life was amazing. Gage was an amazing lover and there will always be a place in my heart that belongs to him, but he can go fuck himself. I’ve never been one to sleep around and one-night stands weren’t my thing. Niklaus is an exception. If he can awaken my body with just looking at him, imagine what he can do in bed.

Holy fuck. God please let it happen.

Niklaus pushed me against the wall as soon as we made it to his room. In the back of my fuzzy mind, I knew this was dangerous. He could do whatever he wanted to me and there was nothing I could do about it. But, the way his hands rubbed my against my skin had me telling my brain to mind its own business. I needed this. This, whatever he was going to do to me. I needed to be fucked. Hard. He slammed his lips against mine and raised my jean clad leg against his thigh. The large bulge that was currently grinding against my abdomen sent electric shocks to my core. God, I need this!

“Speak in Russian.” I moaned against his mouth. I felt him grin along my lips. He pulled away from me, reaching for the button of my jeans. Slowly, agonizingly slow, he pulled my jeans down my hips, my legs, then, tapping each ankle for me to step out of them. Once he discarded the offending jeans, his mouth pressed against my southern lips with the silky, lacy barrier.

“Eta kiska moya,” The hot air from his breath and vibrations from his voice nearly made come right there. Was I that craved for good sex? Probably. I wasn’t sure if I could survive this torture. “Ty moya, Vanessa.” I have no idea what he said and I don’t care. All I care about was the feeling of his tongue sucking on my clit and the two fingers stabbing inside me.

“Oh, God!” I moaned loudly as I came against his tongue. My knees buckled and I would’ve fallen if it hadn’t been for his grip over my ass. Once he drank me dry, he carried me to the bed and removed my shirt. As I lay completely naked in front of this handsome stranger, I watched him slowly remove his clothes. I was mesmerized from his tattoos, especially the star just above his heart. It was beautiful. Once he sheathed himself, Niklaus positioned himself between my thighs.

“Fuck me, Niklaus. Hard” I breathlessly demanded.

His first reaction appeared to be shocked then his eyes narrowed, and he slammed into me taking my breath with him. He didn’t give me a chance to adjust to his size, and I was glad. The pain felt deliciously good. My hands found their way to his shoulder and slid around his neck. I pulled him down by his neck and pushed my lips against his. The feel of his warm skin sent more electrical shocks through my body as I wrapped my legs around his waist inviting him for more.

My hands were pulled over my head and held with one of his. His other hand wrapped around my throat. His fingers tightened. For a second I thought he would choke me, but that thought quickly left my mind. He was showing me his control. My lust filled eyes found his, silently telling him to do what he needed to do, what I wanted from him.

“Don’t fucking move.” Niklaus growled in my ear. I nodded, complying with his command. He thrust his cock inside me several times. My hands never left their spot above my head and his hand never left my throat. Each thrust hit that mysterious spot. It began deep in my core sending wave after wave of complete bliss throughout my body. White spots danced in front of my eyes as I screamed his name. He didn’t stop pushing inside me until he saw my eyes had finally focused on him.

Before Niklaus could move, I wrapped my leg tighter around his, flipped us so I was on top, and pushed his shoulders down against the bed with a more force than I thought I had. I straddled his thighs, sliding over his large cock. I sighed in content the further I pushed myself down. He moaned at the same time. Just as he did to me, I slowly moved my hips back and forth, causing sexual agony throughout his body.

Leaning over him to capture his mouth, I pulled his hands over his head, holding him in place. His soft lips found my breasts, and he feasted on them as if he hadn’t eaten in days. I rode him like a bull. Sweat dripped from both our naked bodies. I felt the familiar feeling of another orgasm. I held onto his chest waiting for the orgasm to hit me but it never came. I was suddenly flipped onto my stomach and pulled up so I was on my hands and knees. My ass was pulled against him as he pounded himself inside me. The orgasm that escaped me moments ago hit me hard and fast. Niklaus wasn’t far behind me. He thrust hard, grunting as he emptied himself inside me. We both collapsed on the soft bed, attempting to catch our breath.

“That was fucking amazing.”

“Oh my God,” I whispered and nodded my head. I couldn’t speak or move. This couldn’t be real. I had to be dreaming. Men like him don’t exist except in romance novels.

“Are you okay kotyonok?” he asked as he pulled me to him and tucked me under his arm. I lay my head on his chest as if we were a couple.

“Mmhmm.”

My eyes wanted to close. I was exhausted and needed sleep. I was too comfortable where I was currently laying my head. My eyes were heavy. I slipped into the darkness wondering if I would wake up in my hotel room and realize none of this really happened.

I woke up later to find Niklaus treating himself between my thighs as if it were a free buffet. Before I was allowed an orgasm that he controlled, he slipped inside me. He took his time, allowing the both of us to enjoy each other as if we had been lovers. He controlled every movement and every feeling of my body. I loved every minute and every second with Niklaus.

“I need to go.”

“Stay.”

I leaned my chin on his chest to look up at him. I didn’t want to leave but I needed to get a few hours of sleep. I had a long drive ahead of me and I wanted to arrive in Midland before nightfall.

“I can’t Niklaus. I need to get some sleep before I head out.”

“You can sleep here, kotyonok”

“I have to go.” I smiled at him while I crawled out of the bed and began pulling my on my clothes. Before I reached for the door handle, he pushed himself against my back, placing his hands on both sides of my head trapping me. I felt his hardness against my lower back. Is he never satisfied? I moaned when he nipped at my neck. I thought about staying then decided against it. This was a one-night stand, and I planned to keep it that way. I shrugged from his grasp and pulled the door open. “Thank you, Niklaus that was fun.”

“I have your number kotik. I’ll call you next time I’m in town.”

“How did you… when?” What the fuck?

“I took it from your phone while you were sleeping.”

“What if I didn’t want to give you my number?”

“I always get what I want, kotyonok.”

Why did he want my number? This is not how a one-night stand worked. Right? It didn’t matter. I planned to get a new number once I arrived in Midland. I didn’t want to hear from Gage, his skank, or Niklaus. I wanted to be left alone so I could begin my new life.

I moved to kiss Niklaus on his cheek, he moved quicker and captured my mouth with his. Grabbing the nape of my neck, he kept me still while he shoved his tongue inside my mouth. He kissed me passionately, controlling every move I made. Our tongues battled for several minutes before he finally set me free. My trembling fingers reached for my lips that tingled from his kiss. I licked my bottom lip wanting to taste him.

“A little something to remember me by. Drive safely Vanessa.” he whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine. He grinned down at me as he opened the door. His hands slid through my hair, pushing it behind my ears.

“Goodbye Niklaus.”

“Until we meet again, Vanessa.”