Chapter 4
Timeout – What Hudson wants to call before he gives into the temptation of Nova
Hudson
N ova bends over to open a lower cabinet and my cock twitches in response. Her ass is a sight to behold. Perfectly round. I want to dig my fingers into her hips while I bury myself deep inside of her.
I retreat a few steps before I give in to temptation and flip her dress up to discover what panties she’s wearing. I bet they’re cute. Everything Nova wears is adorable.
Once I’ve seen her panties, I’d rip them off of her to discover the treasure below. I bet she tastes fantastic.
“Aha!” Nova waves a cutting board in the air. “This will do perfectly.”
She sets the board on the counter before opening her bag and bringing out bags of pretzels and chips, as well as some salami and cheese. She arranges the items on the board.
“Here. Take this into the living area while I pour our beers.”
I accept the board but don’t move away. Witnessing Nova fiddle around a kitchen is too intoxicating a sight to walk away from. I stare as she pops open two cans of beer and pours the contents into the beer glasses I set out for her. Once she’s finished, I wave her to the living area in front of me.
We settle on the sofa and she hands me the beer. “This is our Summer IPA. It’s our best seller.”
I sip the beer. The flavor of hops, lavender, and something spicy hits my tongue. It’s good. It’s really good.
“What do you think?” Nova’s smile nearly blinds me. She smiles with her entire face. Her eyes light up and sparkle, her cheeks darken, and her lips spread from ear to ear.
“It’s good,” I grunt. I wish I could lie and say the beer sucks – it would make my life way easier if the beer wasn’t drinkable – but I can’t lie to her. Not about this at least.
“Good?” She rolls her eyes. “You’re practically making love to your glass. It’s more than good.”
I notice I’m caressing the glass. Shit. I set it down on the coffee table.
“I can taste lavender and spice. What’s the spice?” I ask before she can joke any further about me stroking my glass. It wasn’t the beer I was imagining making love to. But Nova doesn’t need to know how often I imagine her naked while stroking myself in the shower.
“Trade secret.” She winks before giggling. “I’m kidding. I don’t know. It’s some kind of pepper. I can ask Paisley if you want to know the exact pepper.”
She digs her phone out of her bag but I stop her.
“No reception, remember?”
“I’ll ask her tomorrow and let you know.” She stands. “I brought a variety of beers for you to try. Let me get them.”
I don’t want to try the beers. I know they’re good. I stick to my resort but I’m not a hermit. I’ve spent time at the Bootlegger bar in the town of Smuggler’s Rest where I’ve tried Five Fathoms beer. It’s the only beer they carry.
Most of the establishments on the island of Smuggler’s Hideaway have exclusive agreements with Five Fathoms Brewing. Nova smiles at the owners and they fall at her feet. I don’t blame them.
“No need. I’m not switching suppliers.”
“I told you. There’s no need to switch. You can add our beers as an addition to whatever you’re currently carrying. I’m confident your guests will prefer our beers.”
She doesn’t get it. I don’t want to carry Five Fathoms beer because I need to stay away from Nova. Ever since I returned home after my career ended with a ruptured Achilles’ tendon, I’ve avoided her.
Nova is my personal temptation. With her long brown hair I long to fist in my hand while devouring her luscious lips. And exotic dark eyes I want to watch flare with passion whenever I touch her silky smooth skin. She’s practically irresistible.
But Nova is light and sunshine. I don’t want to dim her light with my grumpy ass.
She presses a can into my hands. “At least try it.”
I slam the can on the table. “It doesn’t matter what I think of the beer, I’m not going to sell it to my customers.”
She fists her hands at her hips and her breasts jut out. Her breasts are nearly as magnificent as her ass. They’re larger than average, which is fine by me since my hands are larger than average. I want to lick and suck them until she’s squirming beneath me, begging me for relief.
My cock hardens and lengthens as the vision of Nova naked on my bed flitters through my mind. It’s on board with this plan. It’s been pushing me toward Nova since high school when the two-year age difference was insurmountable.
“Why? Why is Five Fathoms not good enough for you?”
I glare. “I didn’t say Five Fathoms isn’t good enough.”
“Yes. You. Did. You said it doesn’t matter how good it tastes, the beer isn’t good enough for your hoity toity clients. Must be nice to be a famous football player who can build a big fancy resort with all of his millions.”
“I’m not a football player anymore.”
“You have two Super Bowl rings and a Heisman trophy, I think you’re good.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” I grumble. She’s living her dream – owning a business with her best friends and living on the island she loves. Whereas my dream was destroyed by a defensive lineman.
“Hey now.” She wags her finger at me. “Being kicked off the cheerleading squad doesn’t mean I don’t understand football.”
“I’m not referring to football.”
“Oh right.” She snaps her fingers. “You’re referring to how you’re a big hot shot and our little brewery isn’t good enough for you.”
“I didn’t say you aren’t good enough.”
“You’d be lying if you did. Five Fathoms is available in grocery stores all along the East Coast. From Maine to Florida. Not such a hobby brewery anymore, are we?”
Shit. I never should have said hobby brewery. I’m an asshole. I stand and prowl toward her.
“I didn’t say you aren’t good enough.”
She retreats until her back hits the wall. But she doesn’t cower. She’s not afraid of me. “And yet you won’t stock our beer at your fancy resort.”
I slam my hands against the wall to cage her in, and her eyes flare with passion. “Stop saying Hideaway Haven Resort is fancy.”
She snorts. “It is fancy and we’re not good enough.”
“It’s not a contest.”
“Oh yeah?” She raises her eyebrows. “If it’s not a contest, why won’t you stock our beer?”
Does Nova not understand the word no? She pushes and pushes and pushes. She never gives up. Which is why I’ve avoided her phone calls. It’s hard to say no to her.
“Because I don’t want to.”
“Because we’re not good enough.”
“Enough!” I shout. “Stop saying you’re not good enough.”
“We’re not good enough. We’re not good enough. We’re not—”
Something snaps inside of me. The hold I had on my control vanishes, and I slam my lips to hers. The second I feel her soft lips, I’m lost. She moans and I shove my tongue inside her mouth. She tastes of beer and cheese and something uniquely Nova. It could easily become addictive.
She digs her fingers into my hips and I wrap my arms around her and haul her near. Once her body is pressed against mine, I push my hard cock into her stomach and she moans in response.
Fuck yeah. She wants me.
I’m probably going to regret this but I’m not stopping.
I can’t.
This is Nova. My personal definition of temptation.