Chapter 16
Nova
For the second night in a row, sleep was amazing. I stretch, expecting Chris to be gone again, but instead, I feel his hand wrap around my stomach and draw me in closer.
“Good morning.” You couldn’t take the smile off of my face if you tried.
“Morning, Nova baby. Sleep okay?” His voice is full of gravel. It’s like a shot of arousal down my spine.
“So good. You?”
“Mmm, yes.” His hand moves lower, lifting my thigh and bringing it over his.
“Whatcha doing there?”
“Taking care of my woman.”
His woman. I wish I didn’t feel all fluttery at his words, but I do.
“And what about you?” I ask.
“We can do that too if you want.”
“I want.”
His hand follows a familiar path to the junction at my thighs, wide open for him to do as he pleases. The second he hits my clit, it’s like lightning strikes me. My hips start moving and pressing back against his dick as I chase the high of an orgasm.
His fingers work me slowly, refusing to let me come even though I’m whimpering and begging.
“Fuck, Nova,” he breathes into my ear. “I want to fuck you so badly.”
Reaching in between my thighs, I stroke along his ridged cock. “Then do it.” God, I’d let him do anything to me right now.
“I don’t have any condoms.” He groans as his hips press hard into my ass.
“I’m clean and covered.” I gasp as he slides two fingers inside of me, hooking them perfectly to make my toes curl.
“Me too. Clean, I mean. Not covered, obviously—”
“Chris, shut up and fuck me,” I cut him off.
His thumb circles my clit one more time before his fingers leave me feeling empty. Seconds later, he’s filling me with his cock.
“Oh God,” I whimper.
“I’m afraid this will be embarrassingly short,” Chris grunts.
My hand slides down my torso to my clit, where I start circling it to the quick pace he sets. “I’ve got you. Just let go,” I pant as I get closer and closer to my orgasm.
“I’m supposed to say that.” His voice is so strained as his hand clamps down on my hip.
I hope he leaves fingerprints.
“Don’t care.” My words rush out as a tingling races up from my toes. “Yes. Oh my God, yes!” My clit pulses as I squeeze his dick hard. My fingers stop circling, pressing gently as I come apart for this man I shouldn’t want.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Chris chants.
Then he moans right into my ear, sending ripples of pleasure down my spine. His grip is hard as he chases his orgasm. I’m riding high on not just the orgasms but a quiet brain as well.
“You’re going to kill me, Nova baby,” he murmurs against my shoulder.
“What a way to go, though.” I sigh.
We stay like that for a while, relishing in each other’s company. In the safety we both feel together.
Then the spell is broken as he pulls out gently and heads to the bathroom. Or so I think. When he comes back, he uses a warm washcloth to clean me up. It brings tears to my eyes.
No one has ever taken care of me. Even when Charlie wasn’t into drugs, I was the mother hen of us both.
Chris is so gentle, so tender, that I’m having a hard time reconciling what he does for a living with this man. My hunch about him being a good man is right; I just know it.
Maybe one day, I can prove it once and for all, so he knows it too.
It’s been eight days of helping Chris pick up deliveries during my shifts and naked cuddling at night.
Eight days of watching my back when Nico is around.
Eight days of being in limbo with Chris.
Eight days of seeing more and more proof that he’s an all-around good guy.
And eight days of him giving me so many orgasms that I fall asleep better rested than I ever have.
My head and my schedule are a fucking mess. I feel more paranoid than ever before. The bright side is that I’ve been able to identify all but one person who’s been dropping off deliveries. I’m not sure what Chris wants with all the names, but if it’s helping, I’m going to keep naming names.
“Your brain is doing too much thinking,” Chris groans as his hand caresses my stomach.
“Hazard of the times, I fear.”
“I can help with that.” His hand moves lower before I stop it.
“I think it’s my turn to have some fun,” I rumble, reaching back to feel his hard cock up against my ass. Gripping it firmly, I pump my hand down as he grabs my hip.
“Nova…”
“Shh, you’ve had eight days to do what you want,” I whisper as I face the man who’s making me question everything.
“By all means, don’t let me stop you.” That damn smirk makes an appearance, making me melt deeper into his atmosphere.
My hand moves slowly, teasing him the way he loves to tease me.
“God, Nova baby, that feels so fucking good.”
It’s my turn to smile because I’m just getting started.
I scoot down on my knees so my head is level with the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.
It’s perfect, really. Girthy but not obscenely so.
Not too long but definitely not small, with a slight curve up.
Holy hell, that’s why it feels so fucking amazing.
First, I press a kiss to the crown. The salty yet uniquely Chris taste sets me off. Fuck going slow.
The second my lips are around him, he jolts off the bed, curling around me.
“Holy shit. Oh God.” His hand slides into my hair—not leading me, just touching me. It’s intimate.
When I slide down his length, my legs rub together in an attempt to get some friction for myself. I’ve never been turned on giving a blow job before, but there’s a first time for everything.
“Yes, just like that,” he murmurs as my tongue flicks the underside.
He’s vocal in the mornings. I didn’t expect that, and it’s hot as fuck.
I keep a steady pace until the hand entangled in my hair tightens, like he’s on the verge and trying to hold on. That’s when I go as deep as I can, swallowing around his tip. It sets him off like a rocket.
“Oh my God, Nova. I’m coming. Oh God, yes. Don’t stop.” He’s breathless as he curls around me, slamming one of his hands on the bed while the other tightens in my hair almost to the point of pain. When he’s finally empty and collapses back onto the bed, I swallow and crawl up his body to kiss him.
“I have no words,” he pants.
“Well, that’s a change from five minutes ago.” I smile as I press a kiss to his cheek, then the other, before kissing his lips.
“Yeah, I don’t know where that came from. I’m not usually vocal.”
“I liked it.” I grind against his still semi-hard dick. “A lot.”
“Oh yeah?” He flips me over so suddenly I squeak in surprise. Within seconds, his mouth is on me. “You did like it a lot. You’re so wet for me already, Nova baby,” he murmurs against said wetness. His breath sends a shiver down my spine.
“Yesss,” I hiss as his tongue hones in on my clit. He’s learned a lot in those eight days, and it takes him seconds to send me flying.
I was so worked up I’m not shocked. We both fall onto the bed, next to each other, barely able to catch our breath before his phone rings.
“God dammit,” Chris mumbles as he reaches for his phone. “Yeah?”
There’s a pause, and then Chris is scrambling out of bed, grabbing clothes as he finds them and hoping into a pair of slacks.
“On my way.” He hangs up the phone and tosses it on the bed.
“What happened?”
“This is it. The big score.” He’s walking all over his room frantically.
“That’s good, right?”
My heart drops. This is the end. Everything with Chris is coming to an end faster than I want it to.
I’m not ready. I’m not sure I’ll ever be.
Which is a problem, considering whatever happens with this next delivery will likely change everything for us both.
My only hope is that I do get the opportunity to get close to Cano.
This is my only chance.
“Good. Right,” Chris says absentmindedly.
I watch him as I grab the clothes I had on last night. He’s unfocused, distant, with a hint of fear.
“I’m coming.”
“No, you aren’t.” He stops in his tracks and stares at me.
“You should know me better by now. I absolutely am.” Our standoff is familiar, but this time it feels like more. “It’s my only chance,” I whisper.
“Only chance for what?” He steps up to me.
“To be in a room with Cano.” It’s a huge risk to admit this.
“Tell me why.”
I shake my head and step back. “Please. Just let me come with you.”
He tips his head back, sighing before looking at me again. Resolve is strong in his gaze. “You do exactly as I tell you. No hesitation, no argument.”
“Deal.”
“This is serious, Nova. I need you to be safe. That means listening to me even if it seems ridiculous.”
“I promise I will not be my stubborn, independent self and will follow your directions.”
“And yet you’re still being a smartass.” His head tilts.
“I’m not sure I know how to be any other way.” I smile, although it’s subdued.
His hands grip my cheeks, bringing me closer to him, and he kisses the life out of me. “Let’s go.”