Page 52 of Bound For You

I hear him mutter, ‘Fuck,’ before he moves us. He sits up, leaning against the headboard, dragging me up with him, and makes me straddle his lap. He plants both hands on my cheeks, making me look into his eyes.

“Baby, you’re a survivor, do you hear me? A fucking survivor. You’re not tainted and you’re not dirty. You’re mine just like I’m yours. I love you, so much. I never want to hear you say that shit again. What you’ve been through proves how fucking strong you are.”

I sob in his arms, my face going into his neck while he tightens his hold on me. Once I’ve calmed down, he forces me to look deep into his green eyes. Love shines back at me, makingmy heart race. I lean forward and kiss him gently, once, twice, three times, before he takes over and his tongue tangles with mine. I thrust my hand into his hair, making him groan. I swivel my hips against him a little to try and release some pressure from my throbbing clit, and the kiss gets faster, harder. His hands travel down between us, his fingers rubbing my pussy through my panties.

He groans against my mouth, “Fuck, you’re soaked, baby.”

He tears the material from my body and quickly shoves his sweats down a little and frees his hard cock. He guides my hips over his hard cock, and he rubs his tip it over my entrance, covering it in juices, making me moan. He slowly guides me down on him, filling me up. He grips my ass as he rasps, “Fuck, you’re tight. Ride me baby.” I lift slightly, before slamming back down, and swivel my hips, then repeat the process. After a few strokes, he’s had enough, and places me on my back. Next thing I know, he’s pulling out of me and, before I could complain, he slams home, making me moan. Over and over, he thrusts into me. He tears the shirt, buttons going everywhere, and takes my enlarged, sensitive nipple into his mouth. I gasp and hold onto him, keeping him where he is as he gently licks the tip, and then gently bites it as he thrusts faster. His other hand travels down my body, over my bump, and toward my pussy until he finds my enlarged clit. He pinches it at the same time he bites my nipple ,and thrusts into me. I tighten around him and come with a scream.

Sergi thrusts two, three, four more times before moaning, “Avery.” He kisses up my neck to my mouth and kisses me while still pumping his hips. When he stops, he rubs his nose against mine, his hand cupping my bump.

He whispers hoarsely, “I know I have a lot of shit to make up for, but know this,dragotsennyy, I’m not letting you go. You will be my wife soon, and we’ll be a family.” More tears fall frommy eyes, and he kisses them away. For the rest of the night, he makes love to me, fast and hard, and nice and slow, before we finally fall asleep.

The next morning, after Sergi woke me up by thrusting into me from behind, and after I’ve had a shower and gotten dressed in the only spare clothes I brought on the flight with me—leggings and a gray sweater—I walk back into the bedroom to see my dad’s letter on my pillow. I stop and just stand there staring at it. Sergi comes in five minutes later, and wraps his arms around me.

He advises, “I think you’ll get much-needed closure if you read his words, baby. We can do it here or we can go into the living room with Dimitri. He offered to read it out loud for you, or I can. It’s up to you,dragotsennyy.”

I nod, knowing he’s right, but I just can’t seem to get my legs to move. My heart beats frantically in my chest, my head going hazy. Sergi gently kisses the back of my neck, bringing me back, before he rasps, “You got this, baby.”

I nod again and take a deep breath, and walk toward the letter. My hands shake as I pick it up and I turn to face Sergi, who looks mouth-watering in his black Henley and jeans. He tilts his head and must see the decision in my eyes, because he nods and takes the letter from me. Grabbing my hand, he leads me toward the the penthouse living. Apparently, we’re at the Plaza Inn, the most expensive hotel in downtown Seattle. I mean, seriously, a cheap room would do fine.

When we get into the large white and cream room, Dimitri looks up from his newspaper and smiles gently at me. Sergi passes the letter to him, and he nods in understanding while Sergi sits down, placing me in his lap. I tremble. I know this needs to be done, I’m drowning in my grief, and having Dimitri read it will be easier, because then Sergi can hold me throughthis. I think need him. I curl up into his lap while I stroke my bump, feeling our babies move as Dimitri clears his throat.

“You ready, Avery?” he asks gently. I shake my head, then nod, making him chuckle. “Okay, sweetheart, let’s do this.” Sergi holds me tighter in his arms. Dimitri opens the letter and clears his throat, and when he starts reading, my eyes fill with tears.

To my dearest Pumpkin, Avery,

If you’re reading this, then it means my heart condition, CHD, has caught up to me. Now, I’m not telling you what CHD is because you should know now, my little doctor.

I snort at that making Dimitri and Sergi smile before he continues.

And, if I know you, then you’re mad at me for not telling you about it. But, darling, I couldn’t. Losing mom nearly destroyed you. Its why I made sure you had everything before this disease took me. I knew you wouldn’t go back into foster care, and the thought of you on the streets…it broke my heart, baby girl.

Dimitri takes a deep breath, my heart beats fast in my chest while my tears run down my cheeks.

The day you ran into me was the best day of my life, next to marrying your mom. You made us a family; you made us parents. We loved you so much, and I knew, the moment I saw you, that you were destined to be my daughter, our daughter. You were everything we never knew we wanted but needed, you completed us.

I’m worried, Pumpkin. I’m worried you won’t let anyone in, and you’ll be alone. I’m worried you’ll give someone a chance, and if they hurt you, you’ll give up on life. My old heart wouldn’t take that. I need you to live, I need you to forgive, and I need you to be happy. You have been through so much for someone your age, but you’re a fighter, and you’re a survivor. I want you to go live your life full of laughter and fun. Fall in love, get married, and start a family. It’ll make your old manrest in peace happily, knowing his daughter, the light of his life, is happily living, creating new memories for herself.

Don’t give up on life, my baby girl. Live for me, your mom, and most of all, live for yourself. And know that your mom and I, we love you more than life itself, and we’re so proud of you, and proud to call you a Gibson.

Live life fully, my sweet girl.

I love you.

Love always,

Daddy xxx

My whole body shakes with my sobs while Sergi runs a hand through my hair. Dimitri stands, walking over to us. He kneels and places one hand on my cheek.

He whispers, “He loved you so much, he wouldn’t want you to keep grieving this way. You pushed it all aside and never dealt with it. Peter showing up forced you to embrace the loss and the pain.” He smiles gently, then hands me something. I take it from him, and my tears fall faster. It’s a picture of me, Mom, and Dad outside of a water park, smiling. I’m wearing Mom’s oversized shirt.

I show Sergi and he chuckles. “Baby, please tell me that’s not a Spice Girls’ shirt you’re wearing.” Dimitri chuckles.

In a voice cloaked in tears, I tease, “I may be wearing it but you’re the one who recognizes the band.”

Dimitri full on belly laughs while Sergi curses, his cheeks going red, making me giggle.