She’s nearly there with me. “Luca.” Her moan is of desperation and neediness, which further quickens my pace, making my cock throb as I chase the orgasm with her.
My fingers rub at her clit, watching her face, studying every line and curve of her body as her hips buck off the mattress, back rising, toes curling, her entire body shudders as her hands clench at the sheets.
Her insides quiver and clench down onto my cock, the sensation overwhelming, bringing me over the edge with her. I struggle to keep my eyes open, but I want to see her come undone for me.
She’s more beautiful than the aurora borealis on a winter night, more gorgeous than a sunrise on the peaks of the highest mountain.
I’d give up everything for her.
I’d burn the world down if it meant keeping her and Zeke safe.
Watching the glow of her cheeks, the smile on her lips, the gasp in her breath as she tries catching her orgasm on the chase toward oblivion, is the most beautiful vision.
She leans in, kissing me, her lips sweet and tasting like cherries as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her against me, and I grumble, realizing my mistake. “We didn’t use a condom.”
There’s no fear in her voice, no concern, which gives me pause. “It’s okay.” Her hands smooth over my arms. “I’m on the pill.”
Relief floods through me, and though I’ve heard her utter those words before, there’s a sense of freedom in knowing that there won’t be any more little ones running around, at least not until we’re both ready.
Fourteen
Ashton
The car ride back to the house could have been explosive. The tension was insurmountable, and Nova at least listened to me when I whispered that she needed to sit up front.
Thankfully, she didn’t argue with me.
Luca storms into the house, slamming his bedroom door, making it clear he’s still royally pissed at me.
Seems about right.
I don’t know what it’ll take for him to forgive me. Perhaps when he realizes that I do care about Nova. She’s more important to me than anyone I’ve ever been with, and there are a lot of girls on that roster.
I can understand why he’s pissed.
He’s worried about his little sister.
He thinks she’s just another fuck, which is far from the truth.
I appreciate his concern. Believe it or not, had the tables been reversed, I’d have wanted to punch the living shit out of him too.
Thankfully, Brooks and Liam kept my face from getting bashed in and turning black and blue. I owe each of them.
Nova waltzes right into my bedroom. There’s not even any attempt at sneaking in tonight. By the look on her face and the way she carries herself as she walks, she’s still tipsy.
Damn.
I had a few drinks tonight, but Nova out-drank me. I didn’t exactly count how many drinks she had, but the girl was drinking that punch like it was fruit juice and, well—the liquor did have a sweet taste to it.
Nova smiles, batting her long lashes up at me, those sky-blue eyes transfixing me in her gaze. “Are you mad at me?” she asks, her voice soft, fragile, almost child-like, which brings pause to the situation.
“Of course not.” I collapse at the edge of my mattress, and Nova breathes a heady sigh of relief.
“Good.” She strides closer, coming to straddle my hips as she settles her weight on my lap.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, her breath heavy with liquor, and I can’t bring myself to go any farther tonight.
“You’ve had too much to drink.” I drop a soft kiss to her cheek, my hands on her hips as I guide her off my lap.
