23. Nova
23
NOVA
B ryan was hot and salty and filled my mouth. I needed his hands on my skin, and I wanted him deep inside me. I let his cock slide out past my lips, flicking my tongue over him one last time before I crawled onto my knees.
“Damn it, Nova. Your mouth is as good as it looks.” Bryan was breathless, and his chest heaved as he spoke.
I loved having this kind of power over him. The last time we messed around, I was the one who couldn’t string two words together. He had played my body like he had that guitar. But this was my turn to show off.
I crawled up his body, brushing my breasts over his hard length until my center was at his hips. I braced against his chest as I shifted, and then I reached between us, grabbing his cock and placing it right at my entrance.
I slid onto him like he was made for me. I let out a sigh that was more of a moan as I enjoyed how he stretched me. His fingers bit into my hips as he held onto me when I started rocking and lifting up and down.
We found a rhythm, me rolling my hips, Bryan thrusting up and in. The sensations that took hold of my body were magical, indescribable. Everything felt as wonderful as it possibly could, yet I needed more. The pace we set was driving me over the edge. I could feel the orgasm building. I wanted it breaking through my body immediately, yet I still wanted this moment, these sensations to last forever.
I ground my hips harder against Bryan’s and he bucked with an increased speed.
“Yes! Yes!” I cried out as my body felt ignited with fire and spasms. I tried to ride out my orgasm, like some kind of twitchy surfer taking on a giant wave, but I couldn’t function.
Bryan flipped me to my back. I reached up and stroked hair away from his sweaty brow as he took control and pounded into me. I was limp with no ability to counter thrust, yet all of the muscles in my core tightened and collapsed and repeated the action over and over in a hard sucking motion against his cock.
He roared as he came, pressing hard into me, releasing all of himself. He fell to the side and pulled me with him so I lay half draped over his chest.
I was exhausted. A trickle of sweat tickled my lower back. Bryan’s fingers traced circles on my shoulder. I didn’t want to move. He had made me warm, more than warm, exactly as he had promised.
I pushed up. He grabbed my hand.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Downstairs,” I said. “I don’t want Amelia to wake up alone.”
“She’ll think we were in the kitchen or something,” he said, his voice still thick with satiation.
“No, we should go downstairs and camp out with her, as promised. Besides, it’s cold in here.”
“Is it? I hadn’t noticed. You’ve made your point. I’m not going to argue with you about that. Downstairs we go.”
I got dressed, climbing back into his warm, comfortable sweats. It almost felt like he was still hugging me. At least, that’s what I let myself think after I returned to the den and made myself a bed out of pillows and fell asleep in front of the fire.
When I woke up, Bryan was humming one of the songs from the night before.
“Is that bacon and coffee I smell?” I asked as I sat up.
I glanced at the couch. Amelia was still blissfully asleep, completely unaware that her father and I had left her alone for a while.
“I thought I’d complete our camping experience and make breakfast,” he said.
I looked up. “The lights are on.”
“The power came back. The storm wasn’t nearly as bad as everyone expected, and the snow is already starting to melt.”
“That doesn’t seem fair. It snows in time for Christmas, and then it just melts. Kids everywhere are disappointed.” I looked back at Amelia, but maybe not her. If I could somehow be part of this family, she would get her Christmas wish and not really care about the snow.
Last night felt like a Christmas dream come true for me. With the power back on came responsibilities and reality. I was the cook, and his mother was coming over for dinner tonight.
“I should probably take a shower and get started. I’ve got a busy day today.”
“Hey.” Bryan reached out and grabbed my hand. “That can wait until after breakfast.”
He put a few slices of bacon and some scrambled eggs on a plate and handed me a mug of coffee. Everything had an extra smoky flavor to it from being cooked over the fire. It was good.
“Do you like to camp?” I asked.
“I haven’t been camping in a long time, but it’s something I used to enjoy. How about you?”
I shrugged. “I didn’t grow up camping, but if it’s anything like this, you certainly make it sound like it could be fun.”
“I was thinking I’d take Amelia out this summer. You should join us.”
“I’d like that.” I felt my cheeks burn with a blush. It was stupid to blush around him, especially after what we had done to each other’s bodies.
“Good.”
I finished my breakfast and ran away. Being around Bryan made me nervous, and it shouldn’t. I knew that man. I knew practically every inch of that man, and he certainly knew every inch of me. I sighed. Last night had been a great Christmas present, whether he planned it or not.
After taking a shower and getting dressed, I headed into the kitchen. I pulled out my phone and immediately called roadside assistance. Immediately, I was put on hold. I turned on the speaker on my phone so I could listen to the hold music while I began making preparations for dinner.
“Thank you for holding,” a cheerful voice came over my phone.
“Oh, hi, yes, my car is stuck on the side of the road,” I started. I explained my entire situation to the woman on the other end of the phone. She let me know that between the holiday and the number of cars that were on the side of the road, unless I was in danger or my car was blocking traffic, I probably wasn’t going to get a tow truck until after Christmas day.
I let out a dejected sigh and accepted my fate. I thanked her for her information and made a mental note that I would have to call back in a couple of days.
I turned my attention to my to-do lists. I had two of them—all the meal preparations for today and all the meal preparation for tomorrow. The plan as it stood meant I wasn’t going to be here on Christmas morning. I wasn’t going to be anybody’s present to unwrap, and I didn’t expect a last-minute invitation. Reality really sucked. I was going to have to figure out a way of getting home.
“Do you need any help?” Bryan followed Amelia into the kitchen. He carried breakfast dishes.
“To be honest, I’ve got a big meal to make. Can you handle Amelia today so I can focus?”
“Of course. You let me know if you need anything.”
“Bryan,” I started nervously. “They’re not going to be able to tow my car for another couple of days. I know this is a huge favor to ask, but you don’t have a car I could borrow, do you?”
He seemed like the kind of guy who would have more than one car. I held my breath as he thought about it. “Sure, let me go get you the keys to the pickup truck.”
“You have a pickup truck?” Of course he had a pickup truck. His house was a mansion and he practically lived on an estate.
“I really appreciate that.”
The day went by in an absolute blur. There were dishes to wash. I had to move candlesticks from the den back into the formal dining room. I had to find out where Bryan kept the good China and silver so that I could set the table appropriately.
Everything was timed perfectly. Bryan’s mother arrived just as I pulled the main dish from the oven and let it sit before I plated it for the presentation.
“Amelia, whatever are you doing back here?” Bryan’s mother’s voice could cut glass as she followed Amelia into the kitchen.
“I wanted to show Nova my dress,” Amelia whined. I had barely seen her all day.
“We do not socialize with the help,” her grandmother said. She had Amelia redirected out the door before I had a chance to tell Amelia how pretty she was in her red velvet dress. It reminded me of the dress I had worn when I met her father, with puffy sleeves and a touch of lace at the neckline.
My stomach rioted with nerves as I carried serving platters to the dining room. As I had done previously, I made it so that dinner was ‘family style’ and they would serve themselves. Which was just as well. I didn’t have some fancy livery uniform to wear while I served. My jeans and sweater were hardly appropriate.
“Everything sells amazing,” Bryan said as he stepped into the dining room.
“There are only three plates at the table,” Amelia announced. “Where is Nova going to sit?”
“The help does not eat dinner with the family,” her grandmother said.
“Nova eats dinner with us all the time. Don’t you, Nova?”
“Not tonight, Amelia,” I said.
My heart ached at not being included. I harbored a deep wish that Bryan would invite me to pull up a chair and join them. I knew I wasn’t part of the family, and I never would be. I bit the inside of my cheek hard so that I wouldn’t start crying where anyone would see me.
I retreated to the kitchen and wrote a very long note with instructions so that Bryan could put together tomorrow’s meals with what I had left in the refrigerator.
I made sure to set out a plate of cookies for Santa, and then I left a note wishing Bryan and Amelia a very happy Christmas.