Chapter 37 Nova
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“How’s my baby? I missed her so much while I was in Dubai,” Luna cooed as she walked over to pick up Scarlette from her bouncer.
The baby let out a delighted squeal at the sight of her.
I groaned from where I was sitting. “I was getting her used to that. I needed to shower.”
Luna raised her hands in mock surrender, a cheeky grin on her face. “Perfect timing. Daddy Luna is here to watch you while Mommy showers.”
We were settled on the floor of the loft, where Scarlette had taken over. Who knew a baby this small would need so much. There was a bouncer, swings, portable chairs that she hadn’t even grown into, a diaper changing station. There was everything.
“How was work?”
Luna had been hesitant to leave for Dubai, reluctant to be away for a whole month. But the promotion—a partnership with a chain of yoga studios—had been too big to pass up. The money was staggering, the opportunity massive, and I’d insisted she go, even though she’d worried about leaving me.
“Fine,” she said, her voice soft as she rocked Scarlette. “But I missed you guys. A lot.”
I stood up and gave her a hug, squishing Scarlette between us.
“How’s Ollie?”
Ollie had been nothing short of amazing these past few months.
He’d stepped into a role no one had asked him to take, and yet he did it so effortlessly, so completely, that it left me speechless most days.
He was patient, kind, and unwaveringly supportive—not just for me, but for Scarlette, too.
Every time I saw him with her, holding her so gently or making her giggle with that soft, deep laugh of his, my heart swelled in ways I wasn’t sure I could handle.
“Are you still sleeping in his bed?” Luna asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I nodded as a flush crept up my neck. I’d transitioned Scarlette to her crib weeks ago, but somehow, I’d never quite managed to transition myself back to my own bed.
“Have you fucked him yet?”
“Luna.” I grabbed a burp rag and tossed it at her with a glare.
She dodged it effortlessly. “What? It’s a fair question.”
“No,” I muttered, crossing my arms.
“Are you not cleared?”
“No, I am,” I admitted, my cheeks heating further.
I was embarrassed. He’d seen me give birth to Scarlette, which was messy and gross. In my current state, I was leaking milk, especially when I got turned on. It was mortifying.
Luna’s smirk transformed into something closer to sympathy, but she didn’t say anything. She leaned back, still rocking Scarlette, letting me stew in my thoughts.
“That’s it. Final decision. You and Ollie are going out tonight.”
I glanced down at Scarlette, her tiny fingers wrapped around the edge of Luna’s shirt. “I’m not sure I’m ready to leave her,” I admitted softly.
Luna rolled her eyes, waving a hand dismissively. “Is there milk in the fridge?”
I nodded, chewing my lip.
“Perfect. I won’t even take her down to my apartment. We’ll stay here and play.”
Before I could argue further, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed up the stairs.
Ollie appeared at the top landing, his expansive frame dominating the open space as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
He was still flushed from his workout, his tight black athletic pants and shirt clinging to every rippling muscle.
“Hey, Luna.” He gave her shoulder a friendly squeeze. “Good to see you back.”
“Good timing. It’s a gorgeous summer day, so you’re taking Nova out tonight.”
Ollie’s brows lifted in amused surprise as he shifted his gaze to me. His brown eyes gleamed with mischief as he smirked. “Am I?”
He winked at me. “Alright, love.” He stepped closer, his voice dipping into something quieter, more intimate. “Take a shower with me?”
His hand brushed against my arm, gentle but firm, and suddenly, Luna’s insistence didn’t seem so impossible.
She didn’t even wait for my answer; she gave me a firm shove toward Ollie.
“She was about to say yes. Go on, you two. Off you go before I change my mind and take her down to my apartment after all.”
I stumbled forward, catching myself against his chest. His hands came up instinctively, steadying me, and the heat of his workout-warmed skin seeped through his shirt.
“Guess that’s settled,” he murmured, a teasing edge in his voice as his gaze locked with mine.
I walked toward our bathroom with Ollie. Behind me, Luna hummed innocently, rocking Scarlette as if this entire situation hadn’t been her doing.
“Where are you going to take me?” I asked as we walked into his room, his hand firm but gentle on my back as he pushed the door closed behind us.
“Out to the beer garden.” He grinned. “Nice pint, some pub grub, and a bit of sun while it lasts. Proper summer date.”
I raised a brow, smirking. “That’s your big idea of romance?”
“Absolutely,” he said, pulling me closer, his grin widening. “Good food, cold drink, and you sitting across from me looking like you do right now? Sounds bloody perfect to me.”
He wrapped his arms around me, bringing me against him.
“I’ve missed spending time with you. I love Scarlette, but it’ll be nice to talk. Just the two of us.”
I nodded, resting my hands against his chest as he leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. It was a kiss that spoke volumes—a mix of tenderness and longing that made my heart race.
I watched as he stripped, unable to stop my eyes from trailing over him.
His golden skin, the dark scruff on his face framing that jawline I could never stop admiring.
My gaze moved lower, drinking in the sight of him—the lean muscles, the strength radiating from every inch of him, and then .
. . his thick, throbbing cock that I’d missed far too much.
He watched me with a small, patient smile, gesturing toward me. “Come on, love. I want a peek.”
My heart raced, hesitation gnawing at me. I hated my new body—still soft and fluffy in places, leaking milk when I least expected it, and sometimes feeling . . . off.
I swallowed hard and nodded, slipping my sweatpants down and taking my underwear with them. They pooled at my feet, and I kept my gaze down. “Sorry it’s so . . .”
“Natural?” His voice was warm, his chuckle low and soothing. “Let me see you, love. Please.”
He stepped closer, sliding his hands to my waist as he pressed another kiss to my lips, soft and full of warmth. I let out a quiet whimper, overwhelmed by everything he’d been to me.
“Thank you. Thank you for being there for me. For holding me when I cried about spilled milk. For making sure I’ve eaten. For taking the night shift when I needed it. For staying up even when you had to go to work. For . . . everything. Thank you.”
“I love you. More every single day.”
His words hit me, wrapping around my heart, and I took a deep breath, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. Slowly, I pulled off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. I stood there, fully naked in front of him, exposed in every sense of the word.
“Come on.” He lightly rested his hand on the small of my back, steadying me, grounding me.
We walked into the bathroom, and he turned on the shower, the sound of water hitting the tiles filling the room.
My eyes dropped to the floor, hesitation creeping in. “I might . . . leak.” My cheeks burned with the admission.
“I don’t care, Nova.” He stepped closer and tilted my chin up so I’d meet his gaze. “It doesn’t gross me out. Not even a little.”
With a small nod, I let him guide me toward the warmth of the shower, feeling more seen and accepted than I ever had before. He gently cradled my face and leaned down, kissing me again.
The water cascaded over us, hot and heavy, as Ollie pulled me into the shower, his hands already roaming my body like he couldn’t wait another second. He cupped the weight of my breasts, his thumbs teasing over my nipples until I gasped.
“You’re so full,”
His hands moved with deliberate care, tracing every curve like he was savoring me, like he was starved for me.
When the milk beaded and spilled from my nipples, he groaned.
“Look at you,” he whispered, his lips finding my neck, then trailing lower, worshipping me with his tongue and teeth. “Such a good girl.”
His tongue darted out, catching the sweetness as it mixed with the water. His hands were everywhere, on my hips, gripping my thighs, and sliding between them to tease my clit. A sharp moan escaped me as his fingers circled the sensitive nub.
“You’re dripping for me,” he murmured before wrapping his lips around a nipple, suckling deeply. The heat of his mouth, the pull of his tongue, and the sinful way he moaned against my skin made my knees weak. “So sweet. So perfect. I could drink from you forever.”
I whimpered, clutching his shoulders, my body trembling under the onslaught of sensation. He slid his free hand lower, his fingers slipping inside me with ease, stretching and filling me as his mouth worked my breast. The dual sensations had me gasping his name.
“Come for me,” he commanded. “Be a good girl and let go. Let me see how beautiful you are when you lose control.”
My body arched into him as his fingers curled inside me, finding that perfect spot that made me cry out. His thumb pressed against my clit, coaxing me higher and higher until I was teetering on the edge.
“Say it,” he growled, his teeth grazing my skin as he suckled harder. “Tell me who takes care of you. Who makes you feel this good.”
“You,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “It’s you, Ollie. Only you.”
The tension broke, pleasure crashing over me in waves so intense I saw stars.
My cries echoed in the steamy air as my body clenched around his fingers, my release soaking his hand.
He held me through it, his arms strong and steady as I trembled against him, his lips murmuring soft praises against my skin.