Chapter 16 Chapter 16 After Party
Sergey is still inside me, hard and twitching, his arms wrapped around my body, holding me close.
“You drive me nuts! I am going to say something stupid to you, but damn, I have never been with someone so…” He trails off, lost for words.
I still haven’t caught my breath. I want to go again. I want to bounce on his big Russian dick.
I watch Jones and his crew of boys heading toward us. Jones has a dark bruise on his chin. I haven’t looked at Sergey’s face—he might have a small bruise too, where Jones got that one punch in. Security lets them up the stairs. Jones is all smiles as they reach us.
Sergey starts to sit up and I move with him, letting him slide his dick out of my pussy. He tucks himself back in, trying to zip his dress pants as Jones stops in front of us.
“Damn, boy, Fedorov—am I interrupting?” His voice is deep and low, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he looks me over.
“Round one is complete! Don’t worry, Jones, I can actually make it the full twelve rounds!”
“Gorgeous and mouthy—I love it. Mason Jones, nice to meet you!” he says, reaching his hand out to me.
I take his big, rough hand in mine. His skin is warm—almost too warm. Up close, he is quite handsome. I smile back at him. “Elena!”
Sergey and Mason shake hands, then he introduces him to Tish and Colt, Nick too. The rest of our crew makes their way back up to us, along with Mason’s group—his cousin and a couple of bodyguards.
Sergey calls Meg over and orders more drinks, handing her his card. “It’s on me, Meg! Give Elena back her card!”
Meg heads to the bar. I grab a water bottle.
Sergey glances over at me as he and Mason start talking about the fight and training. I am still on his lap when Meg comes back with a full tray. Vincent is already pouring shots while Ashley leans over the rail, watching the dance floor below. He tries to hand me one.
“I am done drinking for tonight!”
“Did you let Sergey fuck the wild out of you, Elle?” Vincent says, laughing a little, but he still looks like he wants to cry.
I take a deep breath, hold it, then release it as I roll my eyes. Vincent is acting like a complete moron.
“Act your age, not your shoe size, Vince!”
Everyone starts laughing at him, which only makes him angrier.
“You are acting like a horny teen!” he spits back, like it is supposed to shame me.
Gemma moves next to him, trying to calm him down. Ashley is asking him why what I do is any of his business. She doesn’t know.
“Sit down and shut up, or just go home. You are acting like a fool and ruining our night.”
Vincent drops into his seat, Ashley in his lap. He pouts like a toddler and refuses when she tries to get him to drink water.
Sergey tightens his grip on me. His conversation with Mason ends, and Mason shifts to talking with Nick about cars. Alek moves in beside us, leaning closer.
“What’s his problem? He has been eyeing you two all night… wait… is he an ex?”
“Not exactly. He is just jealous, that’s all.”
“He has a girlfriend!”
I laugh, because that has never stopped Vince from fucking around on Ashley—and I am not just talking about me. “Yeah, for the last five years, but it hasn’t stopped him.” I pause. “Honestly, I don’t want to talk about him. Sergey, how long are you staying in the States?”
I can see the shift immediately. Reality hits him. His smile fades, and I instantly regret asking.
“I can stay a month in Vegas. Then we head back home. I have to start prepping for the next fight. I have something set up in Germany for this summer.”
“Stay with me for the whole month? I have my own place. I do have a lot going on, but it would be nice to spend more time with you.”
Sergey presses his lips to mine. His kiss is soft, sweet—unexpectedly gentle.
Gemma grabs my hand and pulls me off his lap. “We are going dancing—it looked like you were about to take off and leave me!” she laughs.
The second we hit the dance floor, she turns on me.
“Baby, what are you thinking? It’s one thing to fuck him for a night or two—you want him to stay with you? Are you going to domesticate him? What is your endgame?”
“I… I just want to spend time with him before he goes back to his side of the globe, okay?”
“You are being careless. He is going to end up hurting you. You realize that, right? You are going to fall into some domesticated bliss, and then he will leave—and I will have to pick up the pieces!”
She keeps going, telling me how stupid this is.
But I am barely listening.
I watch him. He is so handsome, so unexpectedly sweet. He is deep in conversation with the guys, then glances over at me.
My stomach flips—twice. I can feel my heartbeat in my fingertips.
I am in so much trouble.
I already know this is going to hurt when it ends.
Sergey runs a hand through his hair and winks at me.
“Elena, oh my God—you are not even listening to me!” Gemma turns and looks at him too. “He is going to tell you he loves you tonight!”
“Shut up, Gemma! He is not—we barely know each other!”
“Yeah, okay. You already blew his damn mind. I saw you milk the cum out of him. Was that the kegel move we talked about?” she laughs.
“Yes! It works and… it feels amazing!” The memory of that orgasm rushes back through me. I close my eyes for a second, letting it wash over me.
Gemma laughs again.
“So, are we making a bet or what? One hundred for every ‘I love you’ you get tonight through the morning!”
“Okay—but he isn’t going to say it!”