Chapter 11
Phoenix
Inever thought I”d have this chance to open up about my life as a biker with Nova. The trust shining in her eyes has me reeling.
I never thought this day would come when I”d have a shot at something so precious. The club has always been my life, but sitting here with her, I know there”s more.
“Nova,” I begin, my voice gruff with emotion, “I want you to know that this means everything to me. I”ve never felt like this. Fuck.” I cup her face, my lips hovering above hers. “I can”t fight this anymore. I don”t want to.”
Words fail me, and I drag a hand through my messy hair in frustration. So, instead, I resort to what I know best—actions.
When I lower my mouth to hers, she meets me halfway, her lips parting with a sigh. Nova winds her arms around my neck, her fingers threading into my hair.
I groan into her mouth, my hands sliding to her hips, pulling her close.
This kiss is different from our first. It”s deeper and more urgent. I pour everything I feel into it—years of pent-up longing and desire.
I”ve imagined kissing Nova countless times, but nothing could have prepared me for how good it would be.
We kiss until we’re breathless, until my lungs burn and my head spins with her taste.
“Phoenix,” she whispers, her fingers curling into the hair at the nape of my neck. “That was?—”
“Long overdue,” I finish roughly, tightening my arms around her.
She lets out a shaky laugh. “You could say that.”
I brush my thumb across her cheekbone, marveling at the softness of her skin. “I”ve wanted to do that for a long fucking time.”
The words come quickly, a simple truth I”ve kept locked away for years. Saying them out loud is a revelation, a weight lifting from my shoulders.
Nova inhales sharply, her fingers tightening in my hair. For a moment, I”m terrified I”ve said too much and pushed too far. But then she smiles, radiant and beautiful, and I know I haven”t misread this.
“Phoenix,” she breathes, her eyes dark with desire.
Nova tugs at my cut, pushing it off my shoulders. I impatiently shrug out of it, letting it fall to the floor.
Her hands creep under my shirt, and her nails dig into my back as she tugs it over my head. Fingers dance over my chest and arms, setting my skin on fire.
Nova”s hungry gaze rakes over my bare chest, her eyes dark with wanton desire, making me feel like the only man in existence.
A deep, primal growl rumbles in my chest at her blatant appreciation. “You act like you”ve never seen me without a shirt.”
She bites that full lip, sending a jolt of arousal through me. “Not quite like this.”
Her words hang heavy between us, charged with undisguised longing. Nova”s blown pupils and flushed skin leave no doubt as to her intentions.
Something primal stirs within me, a fierce need to claim her, to make her mine. Without another word, I carry her to the bedroom, our mouths crashing together in a searing kiss.
My hands roam freely, tracing the curves that have haunted my dreams for years. I nip her neck, chuckling darkly at how her breath catches and her eyes flutter shut.
As I remove her shirt and reveal her lacy black bra, a surge of desire floods me. I trail kisses from her collarbone to her stomach, savoring every inch of her flawless skin. Her taste is addictive; I can”t get enough.
“Phoenix,” she whispers, her voice rough with lust. “I”ve wanted this for so long.”
Her words send a jolt of pleasure through me, and I growl in response. “God, Nova. You have no idea how much I”ve wanted this, too.”
I unhook her bra, my eyes devouring the sight of her bare breasts. I latch onto one of her hard little nipples, and she arches her back, offering herself to me completely.
The slow, teasing buildup shatters as my restraint snaps. I throw her onto the bed in one fluid motion, my body pressing against hers, our mouths merging in a fierce kiss.
My touch is possessive and reverent as my fingers trace every inch of her body. I cup her breast and roll her nipple until it pebbles. She whimpers, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
“Nova,” I rasp, trailing kisses down her neck as I unhook her bra. “God, you”re so damn perfect. I want you so much.”
Nova”s eyes blaze with desire, her fingers raking down my chest. “Me, too,” she confesses with a teasing smile.
If my lust were gasoline, her confession just lit the match, and I roughly claim her mouth in a searing kiss.
When she bites my lip, drawing it between her teeth and almost tasting blood, I groan, reveling in the pain.
Needing more of her, I slide off her panties, revealing her damp core. My breath catches in my chest at the sight.
I”ve fantasized about this moment, right here, right now, and it”s a thousand times more than I ever imagined.
She’s sopping. Slowly, so damn slowly, I ease a finger inside her, savoring every moan as I explore her silky folds. I want this to last forever. I want to remember every second of this, of her.
“More,” she whimpers. I add a second finger, curling as she rocks her hips against my hand. “That”s it. God, you feel so good.”
I growl against her ear, addicted to the way she shivers under my touch. “Tell me what you want, baby girl.”
“Keep going,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”
My cock is rock hard, and I ache to be inside her, to claim every inch of her beautiful body.
“Please,” she begs, her tone laced with desperation. “I need you now.”
I can”t deny her any longer. I quickly shed my jeans and boxers, my erection springing free, hard as a rock.
Nova”s eyes widen as she takes in my size, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. That simple, unconscious gesture sets my desire ablaze.
I grab a condom from my wallet and sheath myself before hovering over Nova. Our eyes lock, and I see the trust and love in her gaze.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
“Yes,” she breathes, reaching for me.
I settle between her thighs, the head of my cock nudging her entrance. We both groan at the contact, our bodies trembling with anticipation.
“Nova,” I whisper, capturing her lips in a tender kiss as I slowly sink into her welcoming heat.
She grips me like a velvet-lined vise, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me. I wait for her to adjust to my size, my body attuned to every hitch of her breath, every flutter of her eyelashes.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl, my hips already finding a rhythm.
She meets me thrust for thrust, her walls rippling, and her moans encouraging me to go deeper still.
“Phoenix,” she whimpers.
Fuck. I can”t believe this is happening. My best friend, Nova, the woman I”ve harbored secret feelings for, is beneath me, moaning my name.
Our kisses grow hungrier and more frenzied as if we”re both starving for this connection. Nova traces every muscle and scar on my back, claiming them and me with her touch.
She traces over the bumpy skin of the old scar on my shoulder from when I fell from the oak tree at fourteen—she read novels aloud to me for weeks while I recovered, her gentle voice soothing the pain.
Even then, her touch stirred longings I consciously buried, too scared to risk our friendship.
I press my face into her neck, devouring her scent as I thrust deep. She clutches me, gripping my back, nails clawing into my skin, probably leaving welts.
The pain and pleasure blend, building into a frenzy. I increase my pace, driving deeper.
This is it. This is what I”ve been searching for my whole life. It”s more than our bodies joining—our souls are connecting, filling the space I’ve carried for too long.
When Nova reaches her peak, she shatters, my name on her lips as she comes.
One final, hard thrust, and I follow her over the edge, spilling my seed, filling her. With a final, shuddering gasp, I collapse on Nova”s trembling form.
The world narrows to the frantic pounding of her pulse against my dampened brow and the electric aftershocks still coursing through my veins.
There is only the sound of our mingled breathing for a few blissful moments. I carefully roll off Nova, gathering her against me.
She rests her head against my chest. We lie unmoving, bodies intertwined, savoring the intimacy.
The weight of the moment presses on me, filling the empty spaces in my heart. This is everything I”ve wanted for so long.
I tilt her chin to meet my gaze, brushing damp tendrils of hair off her flushed face, my thumb tracing her swollen lips as I study her with open wonder.
“Nova.”My voice is rough with emotion. “I can”t tell you how long I”ve wanted this, wanted you. But if it”s too much, if you need time or space after tonight, I”ll understand. I don”t want to lose you.”
She searches my face for a long moment before nestling back against my chest with a contented sigh.
“You could never lose me.” She pauses, fingers tracing lazy patterns across my chest. “This feels right. Like it was always meant to be.”
The tension drains from my body as I hold her close, basking in the afterglow and the promise of so much more with the woman I love.
For now, I push aside the doubts and fears. Tonight, I have everything.