26. Chapter 26
Chapter 26
Nova
H e pushed me back on the daybed as if losing control, which was strange since I was the one who'd orgasmed hard. I had forgotten how good my first time had been, because this was not a vibrator release; this was the real deal, and amazing.
His hands cupped my breasts, his fingers finding my hardened nipples. He twisted them hard, and I moaned. Pain and pleasure, cold and hot, yin and yang.
He kissed me again, and then trailed his mouth down my body until he found my clit with his mouth. "How many have been here since me?" I growled.
I wanted to tell him to stop being an asshole and get to work. But I understood his need for ownership because I had the same.
"Not tellin' you, Anson, and not because the list is long, but then I'd have to ask you, and that'd hurt me."
He looked up, shocked at what I'd given him. Hell, I was surprised myself. This was not the way to protect myself. This would change things, and probably for the worse.
"There was a lot of pussy after you." He kissed my stomach. "Then I was in the military, and there was no pussy. I was fine with that."
"And after that?" I tangled my fingers in his hair.
"Then a few more random one nights. And…then Bailey."
"No relationships?" I was surprised.
"No."
"Except Bailey." I couldn't hide my jealousy.
"It was expected of me. I was turning into my Daddy."
He looked bereft when he said that, because he'd promised himself he wouldn't be like his father. He would be better. He would do better.
"No, you were not," I said firmly.
He kissed the top of my pubic bone and nuzzled my pussy.
"You're not your father," I insisted. "You're not chasing money and skirts. You're building something. You give money to charity. I know; I looked into Larue Homes. You're taking care of Sentinel, everyone can see that."
He suckled my clit. "Thank you, Sugar," he whispered. "You taste like you always did. Spicy and sweet. I missed this, Nova. I missed you."
He surged up then, and looked at me. I felt his erection rub against my heat. I put a hand on his chest. "Condom?"
"Are you on birth control?"
" Yes , but condom."
"I'm clean, Nova." He seemed annoyed. "I told you."
I licked my lips.
"What?"
"Condom," I said softly.
How could I tell him that Bailey was probably cheating on him with Pete, and we all knew Pete dipped his dick into everything and anything.
"I don't have one. Haven't used one…haven't needed it."
I pushed him down on his back. "I remember somethin' else you like."
He looked pleased. "You wanna blow me, Sugar?"
It was my turn to taste him. I stroked his erection and felt him stiffen. "It's been a long while, so if you do that, I'm gonna come."
"How long?" I asked like I had the right. Maybe this night I did, but tomorrow…. No, tomorrow is not here. Live in the now, Nova.
"A few months. Since I saw you in Savannah Lace, I haven't been able to get it up with Bailey."
His words aroused me more than his mouth on my pussy. I licked the tip of his penis, and then sucked it into my mouth. I felt his cock brush against the back of my throat, and his groans of pleasure egged me on.
"Fuck yeah, Sugar, that feels so damned good."
His words were an aphrodisiac, a balm on my soul that had been waiting for years to make Anson Larue feel good again.
"Your mouth looks so good wrapped around my dick," he muttered, his fingers in my hair, holding me still as he pushed in. "Suck me hard, baby."
I bobbed my head, letting him keep the pace.
" Fuck ." He pulled out my mouth and took himself in his hand. He aimed for my tits. He'd done that once that first and only night, and then rubbed his semen into my skin.
"I want you to smell like me."
Now, his release was on my breasts, and I loved watching him stroke himself, milking himself dry. He heaved back on the daybed, and pulled me down with him. "Give me a minute, Sugar, and I promise to eat you until you come."
"I already came."
"What are you, the orgasm police?" He stroked my back. "Fuck, Nova. It was always so good between us. That hasn't changed."
I lay with him, feeling replete. There was something wonderful about being outside in the dark, secluded from the world, with the stars above us, and the gentle hum of night sounds from the forest. I realized he'd brought me here because he remembered my claustrophobia. Anson was thoughtful like that
"I felt something coming off you, Sugar, when I said I was clean. You wanna tell me about it?"
Fuck! I knew he wouldn't forget or let it go.
"I don't want to gossip, Anson. It's just stuff…and—"
"Bailey cheatin' on me?" he asked as if he already knew.
I shifted so I could look at his face. "You know?"
"No…not for sure, just a feelin'."
"I'm so sorry, Anson."
"I'm not, but yeah, I should get tested."
We lay quietly for a while. And then he asked me a question I didn't want to answer. "Who did Maureen say she's fuckin'?"
I sighed. Maureen knew everyone's business, and he guessed right that she was my source. "Pete."
His hand stilled, and then he continued to stroke my back. "For some reason, he didn't want Bailey and me to break up. Always said he was her friend."
I didn't know what to say, so I kept quiet.
"I should feel betrayed, angry, but all I feel is tired. I'm sick of my private life. At work, I have people like Zara, Char, and now Diego. Good people. At home, I have Mama, Alma, and Bailey…fuck, Nova, I love my family, but I can't fuckin' stand ‘em."
It was like we were back in the past, and he was giving himself to me, telling me his truth. I couldn't resist this version of him, so I let him take us back to when things were simple between us.
"I felt the same about Mama and Memaw. I loved them, but I didn't like them. They were selfish, and though they cared for me in their way, it was always laced with a sense of quid pro quo . We did this for you, so what will you do for us?"
He nodded. "The military was hard, but I was happy not to deal with my parents and Alma. Now, they're in my house, and I feel like…well…I don't know, like they are the interlopers, or maybe I am. I hate that fucking monstrosity of a house. It's a goddamn mausoleum." His anger radiated from him.
"Then get rid of it. Live here."
He lifted my chin to look at me. "It's my family's legacy."
"Fine, then leave it to Alma or your mother. You don't have to live there."
"It's expected."
"By whom?"
He smiled at me. "By them ."
" The crowd is untruth ."
"S?ren Kierkegaard."
"Yes. They don't matter. They are not paying your bills or living your life."
We became silent, and my eyes closed. I felt peaceful for the first time in a long time. I felt his lips against my hair.
Just as I let sleep claim me, I heard him whisper, "I love you."
But when I got back to Savannah, I knew it had been a dream because a man who loved me wouldn't have put me through what he did again.