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Feliz Navadad,
Noeliniz kutlu olsun,
Gud Jul,
S rozhdestvom Khristovym,
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Special Christmas greetings to my amazing and just plain badass beta Mitrioselove! Feliz navidad chica! I did this one for you because I know how much you love the Russian and because I'm like sooo far away, haha! I hope you enjoy reading it! Oh and one thing, this chapter was not betaed not because my beta wouldn't do it but because I did not send it to her. Part of it being a little surprise and all…So, I hope you all enjoy this Dimitri POV! Yeah that's right I said Dimitri POV! Merry Christmas/happy whatever you celebrate from all of the Summer Romance Characters and me!
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Summer Romance.
Chapter 9.
DPOV.
I had no intentions whatsoever to go clubbing. It had never been something I did very often but somehow, I ended up having a party-loving crazy ass best friend. Ivan Zeklos as he likes to put it was the light of my life something I would seriously scoff at because seriously, I had always been the responsible one in our relationship. Ivan however was the one who always jumped into situations without thinking things through. And, I always found myself bailing his ass out of them. But for once, I did not regret going clubbing with him. Don't get me wrong, I had started regretting and wondering why the hell I had let him talk me into coming again when I saw it or rather, felt it.
That sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was as if something was calling to me. A hold I could not break no matter how hard I tried. The masculine part of me revelled in the feeling but the other part, the officer in me? Yeah, that was another thing entirely. You see, when you're an officer, the only patrolling officer in your small town, because your town is apparently located in the middle of nowhere, you learn to question things. Things that a normal person probably wouldn't even think to question. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and the pull got stronger forcing me to scan the crowd of gyrating bodies. I wondered what the hell I was even looking for but it was as if my body and soul knew her because my eyes flew instantly to her sitting on a stool at the bar. And sweet baby Jesus she was beautiful.
Flowing dark locks cascaded down her back in a waterfall of waves and my fingers itched to run through those glorious curls. The tight black dress clung to all the right places leaving little to the imagination. In what had to be the most uncharacteristic move I'd made in a while, I boldly ogled her body. That sun kissed skin called to me, with breasts which sent my blood in a mad dash south and an ass that I knew would feel amazing rubbing up against my dick. My cock jerked at that thought and I found that I was a little ok, a lot impatient to get to her because my feet moved on their own accord carrying me over to where she sat. She looked up and met my gaze. Electricity crackled between us and only seemed to thicken the closer I got to her.
I did not miss the fact that she was checking me out but I really couldn't blame her. As I got closer, I caught a whiff of her perfume. She smelt of roses and vanilla, a weird combination but she pulled it off. My mouth watered I wanted no, needed to have her. I had never felt anything like this for anyone before. Something about this beauty was familiar but my brain decided to toss all productive thoughts out the window.
A desire so deep that made my head spin and heart race over took me and I found myself speaking to her in my native tongue. When she said nothing I realized what an idiot I was being. The girl probably had no idea what I was saying to her.
"I'm Dimitri." I said loving the pink flush that came over her at my words. My heart pounded, I needed her name and I needed it now. Those brown eyes darkened and I wondered if she felt that overwhelming desire as well.
"I…I'm Rose." She said and I detected an American accent in her voice which held a hint of nervousness and an underlying hint of something that sounded suspiciously like lust. Could this girl seriously be lusting over me? My eyes trailed over her body in blatant approval lingering a bit longer than necessary on her succulent breasts and perky round ass. Fuck, she was hot but there was something else there as well. In her eyes were haunted shadows. Someone had done something to her and I wanted to rip them a new one. I flashed a smile and had the satisfaction of watching her squirm in her seat.
"Nice to meet you, Roza." I said and I meant it. She was exotic dangerously so, but there was that feeling again that something had happened to her. Along with it came the feeling that I knew her or at least I had seen her before. But no, that could not be, I would remember seeing this goddess, this vixen.
"No, it's Rose." Her voice effectively shot my thoughts to hell, but I had to think back to where our conversation left off.
"I know." I said realizing that she was referring to my use of Roza. "Roza is your name in Russian." I had not meant to call her Roza; it had just slipped out as naturally as if I had been doing it all my life. Her pink tongue slid across her lips. I wasn't even sure she realized that she was doing it but I sure as hell did and so did my cock. When she asked me if she could kiss me and then tried to brush it off, it was too much. A chuckle left my lips and then our lips were pressed together. I swear in that moment everything faded around us. It was just me and her, me and Roza. I heard bells and angels in my head singing to the heavens and hell I wanted to join them.
Somehow our kisses had become frantic and needy we probably looked like freak shows making out in the middle of the bar but really I did not care and if the way Roza was responding she didn't either. It was not like anyone else cared either. This was after all a club. It was the norm around here. When Roza bit down on my bottom lip, I lost the ability to think. I was lost in all things Rose. Her smell, the softness of her lips, the feeling of her legs wrapped around my waist. Wait what? Her legs wrapped around my waist? Looking down I found that this was indeed true. Sometime during our heavy make out session our stools had merged and become one so now Roza sat between my legs.
I wish I could describe the things I felt then, but I can't. I don't remember much of what happened. One second we were cosy on the barstools and the next I was asking her to come home with me. I was expecting her to tell me that I was out of my mind but when she agreed my heart did a flip in my chest.
The cab ride back to my place consisted of more heavy petting, I swear the dam driver was watching the whole way I really have no idea how the hell we got to the apartment complex safe and sound. Nevertheless, I was not about to complain.
Rose's impatients to get to my apartment was a turn on unlike anything I had ever felt before. I would soon learn that this woman would make me feel things I had never felt before. When I ripped off her dress my breath caught in my throat. She was a Goddess. The Goddess of love, Aphrodite, had nothing on her.
Clothed in only her lace panties and bra, she looked so fucking sexy, I found it hard to concentrate on anything except for her. I lifted her in my arms and made quick work of going to my bedroom. Then, I laid her down on the bed and made her bra disappear.
Fuck if I thought her breasts were beautiful while in those lacy prisons, that was nothing compared to seeing them free. They were so fucking plump, Rosie pink nipples hard as pebbles had me bending over and taking one in my mouth while my hands worked her other breast. Unable to quell the burning desire within me, I trailed hot kisses down to the lacy fabric of her panties then I ripped them off with my teeth. Her juices were sweet, like the finest whine. I like to imagine that this is what the forbidden fruit would taste like.
Afterward, I could not resist the foreign urge to wrap her in my arms. I needed to hold her close because some part of me feared that she would disappear. Not only that but her naked body felt so good pressed up against mine, her curvy yet toned figure fit perfectly in my arms almost as if that was where she was meant to be. I looked into those dark pools of brown and instantly, I was lost. I wanted to dive right in. Later, I made her food and we talked a lot. I found myself telling her things I had never told anyone except for Ivan and my family. This woman stirred feelings in me I had long since believed dead.
The next morning when she had awakened and met Ivan, I made us blini. They were like the American pancake but a million times better. Roza agreed if the way she had cleaned her plate and ate seconds was any indication. There was something about the way she ate that turned me on. Despite just meeting her and having a hot night of passionate hot sex, the blood in my veins headed south. And when her pink tongue slithered out to catch a bit of spilled syrup it was all I could do to stop myself from jumping over the table like some animal and take her right there.
I distracted myself with clearing the breakfast dishes and washing them. Then, it was time to leave our little bubble. Ivan had already gone in to work. He was a history teacher in the local high school, but on the weekends and summer vacation like now he volunteered in the local homeless shelter. He was really sensitive like that despite his fun loving nature. He always wanted to help people out even at the risk of getting hurt in the process.
Me on the other hand, had the Saturday and Sundays off from the job but I helped my family out with the family business.
Once I had dropped Roza off, I sped up. The bakery was a few miles out of Baia and I was late. I hoped to god that no one was there. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts. My thoughts of Roza. Will I ever see her again? I did not know, but I would be dam if I let her slip out of my fingers. I had not known her for very long but my heart did flips in my chest at the thought of her. Something was happening to me, something I hoped to God I would not regret. It had happened before and I had regretted it for a long time. Tasha, she was the reason I did not allow people to get close to me. She was the reason I had built so many walls up around myself and always kept a part of me guarded but when I was with Rose, all of that faded. She was chipping at the sturdy walls I had going and while some part of me was thrilled by the fact that she could do that, the other part was scared shitless.
The bell on the door to the bakery rang effectively putting an end to my thoughts. I was grateful; I did not want to relive my time with Tasha. That was a story for another time. Or I guess not. Standing before the counter was her housekeeper. Avery Lazar, a young girl probably about 21 or 22 with blue grey eyes and long black hair. On most days, I guess she was pretty but right now, she looked breathless as if she had sprinted here.
"Are you ok?" I asked her. She looked up startled and then a stupid smile which I think was supposed to look flirty but looked anything but came over her face.
"Fine," She said. "I'm just here to collect Ms. Ozera's chocolate-caramel tart and cheesecake order." Her voice was sickly sweet as she twirled a lock of hair in her slender fingers. Again with the dam flirting…Too bad all it did was make me nauseous. I kept waiting for those gorgeous dark brown locks not Avery's dull black stick strait hair which hung limply down her back. Even Tasha's hair was nicer than her housekeeper's, but that was to be expected. There was no way in hell she would have hired the girl otherwise. I nodded and went to fetch the order. Although the bakery was busy all day, Roza occupied my mind and so did the thought of whether or not I would see her again. I hoped to god I would see her again.
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AWWW! Don't we all just love Dimitri? I wonder what Tasha did to him? Will he ever see his Roza again? Is Tasha a threat in this story? Only time will tell… Review guys! That would be the greatest Christmas present of all! And happy holidays again to all of you! Until next time,
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Roza
