me to his bedroom.
We both said “okay,” but as he lowers me to the bed, I have a good feeling that we’re going to be better than okay.
He may be a beast and a fool. But he’s mine. All mine.
And that means we’re going to be great.
Epilogue
Let me tell you, I’ve become a lot better at chess.
As romantic as my challenge was, Cheslav was appalled by how easy it was to beat me. Or as he put it, “What fun is there in crushing too ripe peach?”
His new favorite sex position is sitting with me reverse cowgirl in his lap, while he teaches me to “defend yourself against my inevitable victory.”
I can’t say I hate being his student. His long arms scrape against the sides of my sensitive breasts when he reaches forward to make his move. And he has a very generous habit of rubbing lazily at my clit with his left hand while he moves his pieces with his right.
I’ve learned to quickly assess the board so that I can get back to the fun rubbie rub sooner. But if I get too rushed and sloppy, he nips me on the shoulder and tells me, “You can do better than this, krasotka. I believe in you.”
It’s a very effective strategy. And by the end of July, I’m able to hold my own against him for almost twenty minutes.
Also, I know the better I play, the harder he’ll fuck me when he inevitably wins.
Which he does. After he knocks over my king, he sweeps the game off the coffee table. And my heart thrills as he leans me over the black slate surface and starts taking me from behind.
“I am so lucky to have you as an opponent,” he murmurs, resting a hand on my back.
“No, I’m lucky,” I insist on a pant. “So, so lucky!”
We have this argument often. And so far, no one has won.
But maybe that’s the point of good relationships. Neither of you ever stop thinking you’re the luckiest one.
And proving just how fortunate we are, my phone doesn’t start ringing until we’ve both come and are almost recovered from another chess lesson.
I stay sagged against the coffee table, perfectly happy to ignore it.
But Cheslav reaches around my slumped head to pick up the phone that just narrowly escaped his chess game sweep. “It’s Cyndarella,” he says.
“Cyndarella” is what he started calling Cynda after hearing how she left her shoe behind in her then lover’s apartment three years ago. And he insists on calling himself “your Russian beast,” when he refers to himself in the third person.
Cynda thinks it’s a hoot. And she even started referring to our love stories as Quarantales.
I take the phone. I’m surprised she’d call again. We’d talked less than an hour ago before Cheslav and I began our chess game. In the wake of the George Floyd murder, Cheslav and Artyom had been trying to think of ways for the Minnesota Razors to support black communities around the Twin Cities. After making donations to local bail funds and individual activists, the brothers had decided they also wanted to endow a few health and wellness clinics in some of the underserved neighborhoods around the arena where they played. We’d had a whole conversation about what Cynda and her fiancé could do to help that vision come true.
But now she’s calling again? Oh well, I’m just relieved that she’s calling with audio, not our usual Facetime.
“Hey, Cynda, what’s up?” I say, picking up.
“I’m not sure,” Cynda answers. Her voice sounds weirded out. “I just got a call from Gina’s boyfriend.”
I sit up. “Tommy called you?”
“No, not Tommy,” Cynda answers with a totally wry tone. “This boyfriend’s name is Jeb. He’s from Wisconsin. And apparently, he’s one of her boyfriends. Like, one of three.”
I jerk. Then blink. Then I ask, “WHAT?!”
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