Chapter Fifty
Max and I showered, he had to practically hold me up for most of it as I was too worn out from the orgasms. Once we were clean, he lifted me out of the shower, helped me get dry and then carried me to bed.
And this is where we've been ever since.
I fell asleep on him within minutes of us climbing under the covers.
I woke up a little while ago, I've just been lying here, listening to him breathe.
I'm fairly certain that he's asleep, his breathing is too even for him not to be.
I really need a drink; we don't have anything in here.
I'm going to have to untangle myself from his grip and go and get one.
I slowly and gently push myself up, but the moment I move his grip tightens and he tucks me closer to him.
I glance up at his face, but it hasn't changed, I think he's still asleep. Jesus, this guy has some strength.
I blow out a small breath, and stretching up, I place a kiss on his chest, then move a little further and place another kiss just on the base of his neck, right next to his shoulder. His arm tightens around my body, and I smile, reaching up and placing a kiss on his cheek.
I glance at his face and see his eyes flicker as his breathing changes.
I make one more stretch and place a tiny peck on his lips, but he pushes his tongue into my mouth.
I push back, trying to take control of the kiss, but he nips at mine, before he pushes it back with his.
I moan into his mouth and he grabs me, lifting me up on him.
His hard cock nudges my arse cheeks as I settle, and I feel my belly flutter. I let my body lean into his, my bare breasts resting on his chest. One of his hands is holding my waist, his other cupping the back of my neck, his grip firm as his thumb runs up and down behind my ear.
The kiss gets more and more heated, and just as I'm ready for more his phone vibrates. I think he’s going to ignore it, but he breaks away from the kiss and grabs it, connecting the incoming call.
"Prez?" he asks. "Yeah. We'll be right there." He disconnects the call, placing the phone back on the dresser and turns to face me. He places a kiss on the tip of my nose. "We need to get ready and go downstairs, baby."
I pull back to see him clearly. "Oh? Okay, I guess it's perfect timing, I need a drink anyway," I say, a little disappointed.
He smiles at me. "Yeah. As much as I would love nothing more than to fuck you right now, we have something to do. Come on."
As we step into the main room, there is a sea of men and women milling about.
Some of the females are the club girls, but some are family members or ol' ladies.
I glance over to the kitchen door as Mason comes through it, with Georgia who has clearly given him a bowl of ice cream.
I love that he can have what he wants here, but I need to limit the amount of sugar he's getting, it's not good for him.
Max grabs my hand and pulls me toward Nitro, who's standing near the front door. As the sea of people part, I catch a glimpse of dark curly hair. Before I even see who it is, I hear Mason shout. Turning, I see him shove the bowl of ice cream toward Georgia, who just manages to grab it.
"Andrea," Mason cries out with excitement. He races toward Nitro, and as I turn back, I see him smile and step aside, and there, right in front of him is my mum’s best friend.
The woman who took us after our parents died, the woman who handed us over to my uncle after getting attacked in her own home.
My eyes burn as I try to hold back the tears, but I can't stop them. "Baby?" Max questions as he runs his thumb over my cheek, wiping away the tears that have fallen. "Are you okay? Are you not happy?"
I lean into him and place a small kiss on his lips.
"I am. It's just been so long since we last saw her.
I didn't realise how much I missed her." I take a couple of deep breaths, pulling myself together.
"Thank you," I say, and take the last step.
This time I grip his hand tighter and pull him toward her.
I stop a couple of feet in front of her, letting her and Mason have a few minutes together.
He's chatting away to her, but I don't hear much of what he's saying.
I'm too busy taking her in. I can't believe that she's here right now. She’s gotten older, she has wrinkles around her eyes and on her forehead.
And she looks tired. Mason takes a step back from her and she looks right at me.
"Oh, Nova," she says. I burst into tears and throw myself at her, wrapping my arms around her middle as she tucks me into her.
"I've missed you, sweet girl." I'm aware of movement around me and I catch a glimpse of people moving away from us out of the corner of my eye as I continue to sob into her chest.
We stand like that for a few minutes; Mason has had his fill and has taken a seat next to Georgia and is already shovelling spoonfuls of ice cream into his mouth.
Max hasn't left my side. I've been wrapped in Andrea's arms, but he's had his hand on my lower back the entire time, letting me know he's there.
The clearing of a throat has me pulling back slightly. "Guys, why don't we take this into Church." I turn to see Nitro in front of us. I glance to Max and then over to Mason. "The kid can come in too if he wants to," Nitro states, and I nod.
"Tongue." He yells for the tall quiet guy who comes over instantly. He doesn’t say anything, just gives a chin lift.
"We're heading to Church, get Prospect to sort drinks out and then bring Mase in, if he wants to," Nitro orders him. He simply nods and walks away.
There are more chairs in here than there had been the last time I was in here, and I'm guessing they are for Andrea and I.
Max takes his seat and pulls me into the chair next to him.
Andrea is directed to the seat next to Wrath.
We all take our seats, but nobody speaks, we're just sitting in relative silence, waiting for Tongue and Prospect to come in.
As a variety of drinks are placed on the table, I grab a bottle of water, grateful that I'm finally getting that drink I've needed since I woke up.
I down half of it before replacing the lid and putting the bottle back on the table.
I watch Andrea as she grabs one of the other bottles of water.
Her eyes are flicking between Max and I and his hand placed on my thigh, but she doesn't say anything.
Tongue closes the door as Prospect leaves and takes his seat. I glance up at him and furrow my brows. He smiles at me. "He wanted to stay with Georgia, said that he would let you talk. I did tell him no more ice cream though," he says, so deadpan.
I chuckle. "Thank you."
"Kid is too old for his age," Wrath grumbles, his eyes locked on Andrea. The stare he’s giving her pisses me off. He seems mad at her, and I don't know why, or why he thinks he has a right to be mad at her.
I drop my head a little, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "He had to, we were told that we had to grow up because my uncle is a police officer. He said that we represent him and couldn't just behave like children all of the time."
"Son of a bitch," Andrea says under her breath.
"Nova,” she calls out a little louder. "I am so sorry that I handed you over to them.
I'm sorry that I didn't fight harder for you both.
I should have known that your parents would never ask Roger and June to take care of you.
" Tears fall down her face. "I let you both down," she whispers.
I shake my head, and I'm about to tell her that none of this is her fault when Wrath snaps.
"You're fucking kidding, right? You're damn right you should have fought harder. You saw those kids for a few years after you handed them over, you can't tell me you never noticed that something wasn't right with the set up?"
"Wrath," I bite. "Don't talk to her like that. We were good at hiding the truth. You can't blame her for this." I feel Max give my leg a squeeze as he shuffles his chair closer to mine.
"Baby, I think he has a point."