Chapter 30
Nova
“Oh that’s bullshit!” I toss my book across my nest. “You can’t be serious.
” I groan, looking over to Petunia and Duchess who are curled up together sleeping.
“She picked him! The asshole. The one who treated her like shit, over the one who was there by her side the whole time. Didn’t she know she could have picked both?
” I get to my feet, fuming. “I hate love triangles. Now poor Josh is heartbroken.”
Petunia blinks an eye open and glares at me, making a sound of annoyance.
“Whatever, fine. Take over my nest.” I throw my arms up. “Sorry to disturb you, your highnesses.”
Rolling my eyes, I leave my nest, making sure to cast a glare at the offending book as I go.
Everyone is busy working today and I’m left home alone, bored. I could go to the compound, but Robyn took Rica and Tyler to the aquarium in Atlanta and Nick will be busy with club stuff, so there’s no point really.
It’s a Sunday, so Ian’s bakery should be closed, but someone called him in a panic. Her kid’s birthday cake was ruined when she got into a car accident on her way home yesterday, and she needed something for tonight.
Ian being the sweetheart that he is, told her the best he could do was cupcakes but he could get them done by noon. He’s been there for hours, but it’s noon, so he should be done by now and he can hang out with me.
Strange how much I used to crave having some time to myself, for everyone else to leave me alone and only have to worry about me for once. Now, I can’t stand it. I hate being alone and there’s only so long you can talk to a cat and opossum before you feel like you might be going a tad crazy.
Changing out of my sweats and hoodie, I pick out a cute black crop top and leather skirt, grab my black and pink leather jacket and throw on my knee-high leather boots. I feel like a badass sexy bitch.
I put on some light eye makeup but match it with a sexy red lip.
Giving myself a once over, I nod, wink at myself in the mirror and head out to the garage. Today I’m taking Ian’s sexy little black car. The guys have so many, yet only seem to use Will’s truck or their bikes.
The drive is nice, windows down, the music blasting, wind in my face. I’m in a good mood when I get to the bakery.
Trying the door, I frown. It’s locked, probably because it’s not open today, but Will’s truck is still parked out front.
I take out my keys and use the one Ian had made for me to open the shop.
As soon as I step in, I hear music, like the sound of a song just ending. Quietly, I shut and lock the door behind me, when I hear the sound of movement coming from the kitchen.
I’m about to call out for Ian when I hear him grumble to himself. “Need more hype music.”
Bitting my lip, I keep myself from laughing as I creep around to the back of the counter, press myself against the wall and peek around the corner into the kitchen.
My eyes widen and I slap my hand over my mouth to keep myself from giggling.
Ian is butt ass naked, and not like the last time I caught him. This time he doesn’t even have an apron on.
My sexy Alpha is showing me everything. All his toned muscles and that ass. That biteable ass.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” Ian says as “Truth Hurts” by Lizzo starts to play.
He starts to sing and dance along.
It’s so damn hard not to laugh. When the song gets to the part where it says she could have had a bad bitch, Ian spins around and starts doing the helicopter with his dick.
He swings it around, thrusting his hips without a care in the world before he spins back and continues baking, dancing and singing along as he does.
Carefully I pull my phone out and hit record. This is pure fucking gold.
I fall in love with this man all over again.
We make it through half the song before Ian turns around again and stops dead in his tracks, gaping at me.
I burst into giggles, stop the recording and pocket my phone before I start clapping.
“Yessss! That's my man.” I call out.
Ian gives me a beaming smile. “Damn right I am.” He swaggers over to me with his devil-may-care attitude, his flaccid cock starting to harden. I did that. Just at the sight of me. “What are you doing here Little Doe?” Ian murmurs, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me to him. “Miss me?”
“Yes.” I smile wrapping my arms around his neck. “Very much.”
“Missed you too.” he leans in and kisses me.
“Wanna tell me why you’re naked baking?”
He grins. “Because it’s fun.”
“Yes, but isn’t it kind of unsanitary?” I laugh, looking around at the mess of the place.
“Don’t worry, I plan on scrubbing this place floor to ceiling before I lock up.”
“Please tell me those are not the cupcakes for the kids' party?”
“No.” he snorts. “Of course not. That would be very unprofessional. There was some extra cake batter left, so I’m using it up and making some to bring home.”
“Oh, yummy!” my eyes light up. “Can I help?”
“Of course. Under one condition.”
“Okay?” I laugh.
“Clothes off, Little Omega.”
Smiling, I shake my head and pull off my jacket. Ian grins and helps me out of the rest of my clothes until I’m only in my knee-high boots.
“Fuckkk.” he groans, taking a step back. “Do a little spin.” He says, twirling his finger.
Biting my lip, I turn for him, making sure to wiggle my ass a little before coming back to face him.
He groans, biting his knuckles. “It should be illegal to be that sexy.”
“Mhmm.” I hum, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. “I could say the same for you.”
He picks me up by the thighs, kissing me until my head is spinning, and places me on the counter.
“You know,” I pant against his lips, “I’m going to be covering this counter with slick.”
He grins. “Baby, by the time I’m done with you, your slick isn’t going to be the only thing making this counter sticky.”
He takes a step back and goes to his phone to change the song. “These Words” by Natasha Bedingfield starts to play, making me smile. “I love this song.”
“Me too.” he winks before stepping back between my legs. The song plays and Ian melts my fucking heart and soul as he cups the back of my head gently and kisses me sweetly, our tongues tangling together, lips moving like a well praticed dance.
“Ian.” I moan as he starts to kiss down my jaw and to my throat.
My eyes flutter closed as slick gushes out onto the counter top.
My nipples harden as he pulls me to the edge, hitching my leg over his hip and slides his cock inside me.
“Fuck.” I whimper, my hands going to his hips as he thrusts inside me, deep and slow.
I feel delightfully dizzy as my body hums in pleasure. Goosebumps break out over my skin as I shiver, arousal flushing through me.
“I love you.” he murmurs against my neck, leaving open mouth kisses. “I love you.” He whispers against the top of my breast as he sucks each nipple into his mouth, still keeping up with the slow thrusting rhythm, driving me wild.
Grabbing me by the ass, he carries me over to the island in the middle of the kitchen and lays me down. “I fucking love you.” he growls low, my heart feeling like it’s going to burst from my chest.
Ian lifts my knees and parts them, his eyes roaming over me, the look of pure adoration in them has a lump forming in my throat and tears stinging the back of my eyes.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Nova.” His body is covered in a sheen of sweat, a bead forming on his brow.
I try to focus on him, his body, how it moves with every roll of his hips. “You're so beautiful.” I whimper, reaching out for him.
He takes my hand and leans down, kissing the palm of my hand before tangling his fingers with mine.
This has to be the most intimate moment of my life. Ian isn’t fucking me, he’s making love to me.
Every cell in my body is electrically charged. My heart swells, soul screaming.
I’m flying high right now, like I’m floating on clouds.
My clit is throbbing, and as if he can read my mind, he brushes his thumb against it.
“Oh god.” I moan, back bowing.
“No god here, Little Omega.” he murmurs, kissing my knee. “Just me. Your Alpha.”
“Mine.” I nod.
“All fucking yours.” He growls low. He kisses me again and this time I grab his hand, holding him to me as I kiss him desperately. Needy sounds leave me as the pressure inside me builds.
“I need to cum, Alpha. Please.” I beg.
“Shhh.” he peppers kisses all over my face. “I’ll get you there Omega, don’t worry.”
I feel everything. Every thrust of his cock gilding against my sweet spot, my inner walls quivering around his length, and every time he bottoms out I see stars.
His knot bumps against my opening a few times and I whimper every time he pulls back.
“Shhh.” he murmurs against my lips again. “I’ll give you my knot. Breathe, Nova.”
I didn’t realize I was panting so heavily. I’ve never been edged like this before. I take a few deep breaths and when I finally calm down, Ian grunts, thrusting forward hard enough for his knot to pop in place.
My eyes roll back as I cry out, my orgasm crashing into me. It’s so intense that I nearly blackout. My cunt grips him hard enough to strangle his damn dick off, but I don't care.
I let every burst of pleasure consume me as I dig my nails down Ian’s back, gasping for air as I shatter in his arms.
Ian lets out a sexy groan as his cock swells, pulsing as he fills me with his hot cum. Jet after jet of his release coating my inner walls until it’s threatening to spill free.
“Fucking hell, Little Doe.” Ian pants, kissing the tip of my nose. “You’re driving me fucking crazy in all the best ways.”
“You too, big guy.” I sound drunk as I smile up at him, patting his cheek. He chuckles, kissing my palm.
We stay locked together for a few minutes. Ian trails his fingers along my body as I lay there, humming in pure bliss.
I can tell when his knot has gone down because our joined release starts to drip down my ass.
“We better get back to work.” Ian says.
“But if you pull out of me, we’re going to make a mess of the floor.” I raise a brow.
“Good point.” He nods, looking around. “Ah, there we go.”
I gape at him as he grabs the bowl of cupcake batter and places it under my ass. “You are not about to do what I think you are!” I squeal.
He just gives me a devilish grin and pulls out. A gush of slick and cum spills from my pussy and into the fucking bowl!
“Ian!” I throw an arm over my eyes. “You just ruined it.”
“No I didn’t,” he chuckles. “I still plan on using it.”
I move my arm and glare up at him. “No, you're not.”
“Yes I am.” he winks. “These can be just for me and you.”
My cheeks heat as the fucker brings the bowl over to the counter and mixes it before pouring the batter in the cupcake molds, leaving me there naked and staring at him like he’s fucking crazy.
Because he is crazy. Why am I surprised by this at all?
He puts the pans in the oven and comes over to me with a chuckle. “Stop looking at me like that.” He picks me up and brings me to the counter. “Help me make the frosting. I make it from scratch.”
I take the mixing bowl and do as I’m told, not able to believe what just happened.
An hour later, we have freshly baked cum cupcakes decorated in pink frosting and sprinkles.
Once we’re dressed, we clean the place top to bottom, making sure to sanitize everything twice over before leaving.
“I can’t believe we really did that.”
“What? Now we have cupcakes to eat after I make you supper.”
Shaking my head, I can’t help but smile.
Ian is crazy, but he’s mine.