Chapter 27 – Caution: I may have the sudden urge to kiss you. Be prepared.

Nef’s POV

Classes have started again and I sure I want to shoot myself in the face. It’s only the first week of spring semester and I already want to die. I was currently lying across Sasha’s bed on my stomach with my nose buried in my International Relations textbook. My professor had assigned 6 chapters to read in 2 days with a problem set on those chapters due in class on the following Monday. Sasha rested his head on my butt watching some random Russian DVD. I hadn’t bothered to ask him about it.

January was almost over. The Caps were in the midst of an 8 game win streak. They were playing the Panthers the following day with the chance to push the win streak to nine. Sasha’s bedroom door was open and his mother would periodically walk by and glare at me. I did my best to ignore her. It had after all been my idea for me to send time with Sasha at his place. I felt guilty about the amount of time that Sasha spent with me. I wouldn’t have felt guilty if his parents hadn’t been here.

“You should be spending more time at home,” I argued.

“I do spend time at home.”

“How? You’re with me just about every other day.”

I had learned that arguing with Sasha wasn’t the way to get him to do what I wanted. He may have been submissive when we played in the bedroom but he was defiant in our relationship. He acted like a typical guy and would do the exact opposite of what I told him. I needed to be a little more subtle.

“Okay. I don’t want to feel guilty about keeping you from your family. Let’s not give your mom anymore reason to hate me.”

“You not keeping me from my family. I spend more time with them when you start classes again.”

I exhaled slowly. “How about we spend a little bit more time at your place?”

Today had been a perfect example of our compromise. He’d spent time with his mom and dad earlier in the day and after classes and work I came over to spend time with him. I had been talking to his father more. He was surprisingly easy to talk to. We talked about school, about my grandfather’s global investment firm, and strangely enough we talked about hockey as well.

”You understand hockey very well for someone who has never played,” he told me.

”I’ve been watching it for a very long time. I pay attention to things. I study them.”

We’d been talking about Sasha’s game as of late. He’d been playing extremely well. It seemed like he had a focus that hadn’t been there before.

”He’s playing well to impress you.”

I felt Sasha push up my shirt and place a kiss on the small of my back. I flipped the page in my textbook and continued reading. A few moments later I felt Sasha’s hand slide from under his cheek where it rested on my butt to under my shirt just below my bra strap. I turned my head to glance at him; his eyes focused intently on the TV. I turned back to my textbook and I felt his fingers inch toward the clasp.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Huh?” he said, his hands stilling. “Think about what?”

Right. Mr. Innocent. Not likely. Closing my textbook I laid my head down on the bed.

“Finished?”

“Yes, I’m d--.”

Before I could finish saying the word done Sasha's fingers had unsnapped my bra. He had gotten better at undoing the clasp. I don’t know if I should be proud or not. More than once he had walked up behind me and unsnapped my bra. He thought it was cute and funny. More than once I had whacked him on the head for it.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

I felt him shift to kneel beside me. He hands framed my face and he pulled me up for a kiss, his tongue mapping every inch of my mouth. He turned me over onto my back and straddled me.

“What are you doing?” I stopped his hands from pulling off my shirt.

“What it look like I doing?”

I looked toward the open door make sure that his parents hadn’t seen us.

“Not while your parents are home.” No. Hell no. Not gonna happen buddy.

He got up and closed and locked the door.

“Is fine.”

While he was up I managed to re-clasp my bra. “No, not fine. I’m not having sex with you here.”

He crawled onto the bed attaching is lips to the sensitive spot just behind my left ear. I tried to push him away but he’s a hell of a lot stronger than I am. His forearms pinned me down on the bed.

“No Sasha. Stop it right now.”

His lips moved down my next to the swell of my breasts. Once he was close enough I reached out and pinched his nipple. He hummed in his throat but made no move to stop. Fine, be hard headed. I told him to stop once again and when he didn’t I twisted his nipple, hard. He yelped pulling away from me. His nipples were super sensitive.

“Ow, that hurt.”

“It was supposed to. I said no. Not while your parents are home.”

His expression was wounded. It wasn’t very often that I refused him but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. What if they heard?

“But it been so long,” he whined.

“It’s been four days.” It had not been a long time.

“Four long days! I can’t take all the teasing.”

“What teasing? I haven’t done anything.” I was wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of his sweat pants. I was pretty much as unsexy as I could possibly be.

“You here in my bed, wearing my clothes. It make me want you.”

”So you’re saying I shouldn’t come over anymore?” I teased.

”No, I’m saying you should be naked when you do come over.”

He lunged at me. This time his hands went to the waist band of the sweat pants I wore. I scrambled off the bed and fell to the floor with a loud thud in my haste to get away from him. I landed on my butt and he leaned over the side of the bed laughing.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine. My huge butt softened the fall.”

There was a knock at the door. “Sashaka, are you okay?” It was his mother.

“Da,” he said extending his hand to help me back onto the bed.

Instead of allowing him to pull me back onto the bed I pulled him on to the floor beside me. He fell with a harder thud. I ran to the door, unlocked it, and yanked it open. I could feel him bearing down on me. I blew pass Tatiana not stopping to apologize. Once I reached the top of the stairs I heard him yell “You are so dead!” Whatever! You’ll have to catch me first.

I ran down the steps as fast as I could only to slip at the bottom. I grabbed the banister to stop from face planting. Running in socks on a hardwood floor is never a good idea. Tatiana had stopped him in the hall asking what was going on. It bought me a few more seconds. Shit! Where could I hide from him? I made it to the kitchen and saw the garage door. It had a weird deadbolt that needed a key to be unlocked from inside the house. They always kept the key in the lock. I heard Sasha thundering down the steps, sprinting through the foyer and the living room.

Damn he could move fast. Note to self: You cannot out run a professional athlete. I took the key from the lock and hid in the garage. I locked the deadbolt from the other side of the door. Sasha pulled on the door knob but he couldn’t open the door.

“Open door,” he said laughing.

“No, not a chance,” I was panting from running through the house laughing.

“Open door and I be nice. I promise.”

Not gonna fall for that. As soon as I opened the door I was going to be in a world of trouble. Sasha, sweetie, you’re not a very good liar. He had to go to bed sooner or later, right? I mean he did have a game tomorrow. I could just wait him out. I sat down on the floor by the door to wait. He stood there banging on the door for about 5 minutes before I heard him ruffling through the kitchen drawers. I guess he was looking for the spare key. He swore when he couldn’t find it. I laughed at him yelling that he would have to do better than that if he wanted to catch me.

A few minutes later I heard the garage door start move. No, he wouldn’t. It’s January. He wouldn’t do that. I felt a huge gust of cold air hit my back. He did! Asshole! Not fair. The main door was opening and by the time it was fully open I was shivering. I could hear his high pitched cackle through the door. I had two options: I could open the door and face the music or I could freeze my ass off until he got bored. It didn’t take me long to come to a decision. My family is from the desert. We do not do well with cold weather. I unlocked the door and pushed it open.

He was sitting at the island counter smirking. I put the deadbolt key back in the lock and wrapped my arms around myself. Damn, it was cold. He held out his hand beckoning me to him but I frowned and shook my head. He walked toward me and wrapped his arms around me. His skin was so warm! He held me until I stopped shivering and then he threw me over his shoulder carrying me back upstairs to his room.

We passed his parents’ bedroom door and I grabbed the door frame holding on to it. ”Valeri! Help! Save me!” I shouted. He laughed and told me that I was on my own. I couldn’t hold onto the door frame for long. Sasha was just too strong. After entering his room he turned to lock his bedroom door. He tossed me on the bed and stood beside me with his hands on his hips.

“Bad Neffy. Bad Girl.”

I smiled up at him batting my eyelashes. “It was funny, admit it!”

“I show you funny.”

This time when he pinned me to the bed he made sure that I couldn’t reach his nipples to pinch him. His massive forearms and thighs pinned me to the bed and I was immobile. He’d never used his full strength with me but this time he did. I couldn’t move unless he allowed me to move.

“You mine now.” Uh-oh. I’m in trouble.