“I don’t need a moment for that, Nova. You set my body on fire, and I need you to help me extinguish it.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for that, little one? Your first time should be in a bed where I can properly care for you.”
“I want passion, Nova. Spontaneity.”
“Fuck, you undo me, Freyja.”
“Good. I want you uninhibited. I don’t want you to hold back. Candlelight and a romantic settings might be some girls’ dreamsfor their first time, but it’s not mine. I want to be in my element, be where I’m most comfortable, and for me, that’s being outdoors; this piece of land specifically. This has become my favorite spot. My oasis,” I inform him.
“Then let’s give it some lasting memories,” he recommends. “Each time you come out here, I want you to remember us.”
“That’ll be a given. You gave me my first kiss here,” I remind him.
“I’m going to give you many firsts here, Freyja,” he ordains.
My hands glide between his cut and his shirt, slowly sliding it off his shoulders. It always surprises me how buttery soft the leather is each time I touch it. I know from watching him that it is sacred and has to be cared for as if it’s an extended limb, so I neatly fold it in half and walk it over to the boulder, gently sitting it over my camera so the stitching doesn’t snag. Turning around, I keep my eyes on his as I unclasp my bra and set it aside. “I want you to give me all of my firsts here, Nova.”
His look becomes devilish as he strolls toward me, his eyes heavy lidded. When he’s a few inches shy of reaching me, he starts unrobing. “You’re breathtaking, Freyja. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
A shiver of awareness travels through me. He’s not the only one who can’t wait.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-THREE
NOVA
As I stalk closer to her, I pump my hands into fists then release them to give them something to do so I don’t reach out, grab her, and toss her onto her hands and knees then mount her like a caveman. Right now, I’m surprised that my speech hasn’t been reduced to nothing more than grunts and I’m not beating my chest. As the breeze brushes against my skin, caressing it, it feels like an omen of sorts, an approval, as if the powers that be are in agreement that she and I are meant to be.
Once we’re a hair's breadth away from each other, she whimpers, “Touch me, Nova.” And that’s all she had to say to get an immediate reaction out of me. Reaching out, one hand wraps around the nape of her neck and the other winds around her waist, drawing her into me. My mouth crashes onto hers, and she reciprocates, meeting my tongue thrust for thrust with her own. Her fingers dig into my skin as she holds onto me, trying to cage me to her—as if I’d go anywhere now that I finally have her in my arms.
When we pull away to draw some oxygen into our lungs, our eyes focus on one another, neither of us ready to break thisconnection between us. “How did I get so goddamn lucky to have you in my life, little one?”
“It was kismet that you found us. That you were the one hired to findhim, and ended up rescuing us. The three of us, we were destined, Nova. Our story was written in the stars the day we were born.”
“Fuck, the way you say things, Freyja, they make me feel things that I never thought I would. You romanticize and twist a travesty in ways that turn it into a predestined love story. You simply amaze me.”
“I learned to do that in the past, because if I didn’t, I couldn’t find reasons to keep on living,” she confesses. “Now, I don’t have to find reasons, I feel them. That’s due to you taking in two women who had no clue about life. Everything we learned on our own was via the television and the books we were given. But you treated each new experience like an onion, opening it one layer at a time and giving us a chance to adapt as they were peeled back. You’ve taught us about love, Nova. You opened our eyes to so many things we had them closed about. We were allowed to ask so many, inconsequential questions without fear of repercussions. You broke us down and put us back together again one piece at a time. It’s been glorious. Exhilarating. You’ve given us the chance to grow and expand our horizons. To let us become who we wanted to be, and you don’t dismiss our fears or admonish us for feeling them. I’m not sure that I’ll evernotbe a hermit, I feel safe here in this bubble I’ve created for myself. Free to explore and if I never leave, I’m okay with that. I actually prefer it. It’s been my biggest concern… that you won’t accept that part of me, the one that never wants to leave.”
Her comments and worries break my damn heart. My women aren’t ever going to be like ones who grew up in a loving family.They weren’t taught things the traditional way. But fuck if they aren’t as smart as a whip and feel things deeper than any female I’ve ever met. “You give me too much credit, Freyja. Those things you’ve mentioned, you did that, not me. All I did was show you the road, you’re the one who traveled down it.”
“But you held our hand while we walked that path. You make me happy, Nova, but I think there’s a way you could make me even happier,” she tells me, pulling less than an inch away from me while softly dragging her finger down my chest, my stomach, and stopping directly above my pubic bone. My dick responds, bobbing and slapping against my lower stomach from the sensation of her being so close to where he wants her to be.
Taking her hand, I lower it and place it directly on my cock. “Wrap your hand around me, beautiful. Feel what you do to me,” I order, my voice dropping to a baritone octave from my salacious want and need. I tap her hand so she opens it, then I help her close it around my stiffness. With my hand placed over hers, I wrap our fingers around my shaft and pump it a few times.
Her jaw drops open, and she says, “You’re hard yet soft at the same time. The human body is remarkable.”
“It is,” I agree, taking a step away so she releases me before I start walking her backward.
“Are you going to make love to me now, Nova?”
“I am,” I say as I lift her up onto the boulder, dragging her until only her ass is resting on the rock slab, and lowering myself to my knees. “Once I know you’re ready to take me.”
I took things much slower with Freyja than I did with her sister. Unlike Chaney, Freyja still reacts to pain and doesn’t simply brush it away like her sister has the ability to do. They may have grown up experiencing the same things but they’ve gone in opposite directions with how they handle it. Chaney goes forward full throttle, she has no fear of the unknown and takes them on head first without any inhibitions. While Freyja is more standoffish, watching, waiting—subtly looking for ways around those things that make her uncomfortable.
We’re sitting in the lake, content to be here basking in the afterglow from our love making. She’s sitting between the apex of my thighs with her head lazily resting on my shoulder. The sun is starting to set, and the view from where we are cements how exquisite our life is going to be together. We don’t have that need to fill the silence, and that’s a good thing because I’m not known to be a talker for shits and giggles. If I have something to say, it’s because it needs saying. But then, I want to move on so I can get things done. I’m not a lolligagger and don’t want to be one.
The weather has changed and it’s getting chilly, so I suggest, “Let’s head inside, crawl into bed with some snacks and hot beverages, and watch some movies.”
