“Thank you,” I say, sniffling.
He draws back, his hand cradling my face as he peers into my eyes. This moment between us is charged with emotions. Our eyes communicate things we can’t say out loud. Things we don’t want to admit to ourselves. This is real, and I can’t imagine not having him in my life.
“I’ll be here when you get off,” he says. “Then we’ll talk.”
“Okay,” I say with a nod and another sniffle.
He tugs me closer and plants his lips on mine in a soft and meaningful kiss. This kiss isn’t sex-driven. It’s not about lust and desire. It’s full of so much more and makes me feel things I can’t name.
37
True to my word, I’m sitting in my car in the library parking lot at ten o’clock, and a few minutes later, Nova exits the building. Her eyes scan the lot, looking for me. I don’t flash the lights, because I don’t want to bring attention to my car, but as she gets closer, she spots me.
I watch her glance around, making sure nobody is nearby, but luckily for us, it isn’t crawling with students at this time of night.
She quickly gets into the passenger seat then leans over and places her stuff in the backseat.
“I want to kiss you,” she says with a grin. “But I don’t know who may be watching. Just know I want to.”
A chuckle escapes my lips as I smile. I reach over and place my hand on her thigh and give it a squeeze. “I want to kiss you, too.”
“Thanks for picking me up.”
“Of course,” I say, driving out of the parking lot and making my way off campus. “Do you need me to go to your apartment? Do you want to come to my house?”
“I guess we can go to my apartment. We can talk there, and it’s closer.”
“Okay, just tell me where to go. Is your car on campus?”
“My friend Ayanna dropped it off at my place. Her boyfriend followed her then took her to work.”
“And we don’t have to worry about Lorenzo being there?” I ask, giving her a quick glance.
“Uh. No,” she says with a laugh. “I’ve already talked to him.”
Just as she said, it doesn’t take long before we get to her apartment. It’s the bottom floor of a two-story, red brick building. The four apartments visible each have their own small patio or balcony. The lawn is well manicured with perfect hedges in front of the downstairs apartments. Based on the quick look I got from the parking lot, this complex consists of several buildings, and resembles some of the living quarters on campus.
“You like living here?” I ask as we walk to her door.
She shrugs. “Sure. It’s quiet. I’m glad I got this end and not one of the buildings in the center. There’s a pool in the middle and I can imagine it gets loud in the summer.”
Nova unlocks her door, pushes it open, and flips on a light. She hesitates in the doorway before moving in and allowing me to enter. She glances back at me and forces a grin, but I can tell she’s nervous.
“Um, it’s not much. Especially compared to your house.”
Once I’m inside, she closes and locks the door, then throws her stuff on the kitchen counter. I inspect the room, noticing she has only what she needs and not much more.
“I’m slowly fixing it up. Just a college kid, ya know?” she says, throwing me a wink. “You can sit down. Want a drink?”
“I’m good,” I say with a shake of my head.
She follows me to her couch, turns the TV on, but puts the volume down. She turns sideways, sitting cross legged as she looks at me. “I’m not really sure where to start.”
I scoot closer, reaching out and grabbing her hand, sandwiching it in between mine. “From the beginning. I’m not in a rush.”
She blows out a breath. “I came here to Gaspar to get away from an ex-boyfriend. He became obsessive and controlling, and it turned into stalking and him trying to break into mine and my sister’s house. He left me threatening letters, and it just got so bad that I felt like I had no choice but to leave.
“The cops weren’t able to track him down, but have been on the lookout. However, on Halloween weekend, a couple of my friends tagged me in pictures on Instagram, and he saw them. He knows where I am now. That’s why Lorenzo said what he said. My friend Ayanna has stayed here the past couple nights but wasn’t able to stay with me tonight. He was offering to come in her place to make sure I was safe. I don’t think my ex knows where I live, but he knows where I’m going to school, and I wouldn’t put it past him to be able to find me there and follow me home.”
“Oh, Nova. I’m sorry.”
She attempts to smile. “It’s not your fault.”
“I know, but nobody should have to worry about their safety like this.”
She chews on her lip, glancing down at our hands. “I think I need him to find me.”
“What?”
“If he finds me, I can call the cops and have him arrested. If he’s never caught, I’ll always live having to look over my shoulder.”
My lips draw down at the corners. “I get it, but you don’t know how stable he is. I don’t want you putting yourself in danger.”
“I know. I’m just tired of this. I don’t want to have to worry anymore. I need a plan.”
“We’ll come up with something,” I assure her, pulling her into me. “But what if you come stay with me for a few days?”
She steps back quickly, staring at me with surprise. “What? Are you serious?”
“I don’t want you having to depend on Lorenzo or anyone else to make you feel safe. You’ll be safe with me.”
“But…what if someone finds out?”
“Nobody will find out. Both my brothers have two vehicles. I’ll borrow one of them and you can use that to drive to school so you don’t have to have yours parked here. My neighbors are old and won’t care who’s coming in and out of my house.”
Her eyes begin to light up as a smile stretches across her face. “Are you absolutely sure? You want an extended sleepover? What if you get tired of me?”
“I highly doubt I will,” I say with a chuckle.
“Okay. If you’re sure. Yeah, let’s do it.”
She climbs into my lap, straddling me while her fingers rake through my hair. Nova leans down and kisses me slowly. After a couple of soft pecks, I let my tongue dance across her lips, opening her mouth for me. She releases a sensual moan and grinds into me.
“I’ve missed this,” she says, her words ghosting over my lips.
I stroke her tongue with mine. “I’ve missed you.” After spanking her ass, I say, “Now, get your stuff and let’s go. I have things I want to do to you and it’s a school night so I can’t keep you up too late.”
She laughs. “Yes, sir.”
38
Once we get into his room, he wastes no time stripping me of my clothes and then removing his own.
I’m not sure what it is, but we come together like we’ve been starved of each other for months instead of days. Maybe it’s because we’ll be living together for the rest of the week. Maybe it’s because earlier in the day we both expressed some of our feelings to each other. Or perhaps it’s because we know we’re only seeing each other. Our “relationship” feels more serious.
Whatever the case may be, our mouths and bodies connect and I never want to separate. Elijah’s hand is at the back of my head while his other hand is at the small of my back, bringing me as close to him as possible. His erection grows, prodding my stomach as we continue to taste one another.
He sucks my tongue into his mouth, eliciting a groan from me while releasing a moan himself. My hands encounter the hard muscles in his chest and arms before I finally let one move down his rippled abs. His breath shudders as my hand continues to travel lower and lower. He draws away from the kiss and sucks in a breath.
“I want to taste you,” I whisper, licking my swollen bottom lip. “Can I?”
Elijah drops his head back as he groans, like my asking his permission turned him on even more.
His head snaps up, his eyes piercing mine as he pulls me in by the back of my neck. “You can do whatever you want.”
I grin and then slowly drop to my knees, allowing my hands to touch his muscled thighs until I’m in position.
Elijah’s cock points straight at me, a drop of pre-cum dripping out, letting me know just how turned on he is. I grab the base of it with my hand and stroke it slowly, then I let my tongue slip between my lips and I taste his arousal.
“Fuck,” he growls, his hand coming down and grabbing my hair, keeping it out of the way.
I lick around the crown before opening my mouth wide and taking him as deep as I can take him. I close my lips around his width and ease back slowly.
I curl my fingers around his rock-hard erection and gently begin to stroke him, using my saliva as lube. I quicken my pace as I flatten my tongue and lick the underside of his cockhead.
I begin to suck him back into my mouth, continuing to stroke him with my hand, and the pleasure-filled grunts and groans he’s releasing only spurs me on. I want to unravel him. I want him shaking with the need to come.
“Nova, fuck,” he grunts.
I keep going. I take him deep, swirling my tongue around him as much as I can, then I pull back and focus on his head while I stroke him faster.
My pussy grows wetter and wetter the longer his cock is in my mouth.
Elijah manages to draw back, and as I’m wiping my lips, he gives me his hand and brings me up to my feet.
“I can’t come until you have,” he says, grabbing me by the waist and tossing me on the bed.
“Oh!” I squeal, watching him dive between my legs, proving to me once more just how talented he is with that mouth.
This time he doesn’t tease me. He brings me to orgasm a few short minutes later, and I explode all over his tongue.
As I lie flat, my breaths coming in sharp bursts as my body convulses, Elijah gets up and grabs a condom and is back between my legs in no time.
I marvel at his sculpted, sweat-slicked body as he begins to position himself at my entrance. I salivate at his beauty, and then I gasp when he slides in.
“Oh, God!”
Elijah rotates his hips slowly as he moves in and out. This is how he teases me, he gives me a few inches, but not everything. I arch my back, trying to pull him in deeper, my hands splayed across his back, pushing him closer. He doesn’t budge. He’s much too big and strong to be moved by me.
He watches me with piercing eyes full of desire, then his gaze moves back to where our bodies connect.
I writhe beneath him, becoming desperate for more. He always finds a way to make me needy, but I don’t care. I need him. I want him. I crave everything about him.
“Elijah,” I breathe. “Please. Oh, God, please.”
He growls, but keeps his slow and steady movements, pushing in a little deeper before sliding back out. His thumb presses on my clit, ripping a moan from the back of my throat.
“You want me?” he questions, his voice thick with lust.
I nod frantically, biting on my lip.
“Open your eyes and answer me.”
My eyes fly open, connecting with his gaze. I can’t stop moving my hips, seeking more. “I want you. All of you. Please.”
“Mm,” he groans. He places a hand on my hip, halting my movements. “Don’t move.”
I groan my frustration, but I obey.
Elijah holds my thighs apart and continues to tease me in the most delicious way. I slam my hands on the mattress, fisting the covers and biting my lip just to keep from squirming.
My pussy clenches around him, trying to squeeze him in tighter. I whimper, ready to beg and plead, and then it happens.
Elijah lets loose and rams into me hard and fast. His chest heaves and I claw at his back. He buries himself to the hilt, and I clamp my legs around him, trying to hold him in place. He breathes into my neck and our sweat mixes together.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he murmurs, rotating his hips while he’s deep inside me. “Your pussy is soaking wet.”
“Mm,” I moan, lifting my hips up. “Only for you. My pussy is wet for you, Elijah.”
When his name leaves my lips, he rears up and begins to punish me with his thrusts. The headboard bangs against the wall as our bodies slap together. The sound of my arousal splashing between us and the grunts and groans we elicit from each other are the only noises in the room.
Elijah’s skillful tongue finds my nipple, sucking the hardened bud into his mouth while squeezing my breast in his hand.
“Yes,” I scream, arching off the bed, my hand coming to the back of his head to hold him there.
Everything feels so good, and I never want to stop. I want him in me and on me always. I’m already on the cusp of another orgasm, the stroke of his cock inside me pushes me closer to the edge with every movement. My nerve endings are alive and on fire.
“God, you feel so good. You’re so fucking good,” I cry.
Elijah moves back to his knees, holding one of my legs up as he pummels me. His free hand works magic on my already engorged clit.
“Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes.”
I chant the words over and over and Elijah doesn’t disappoint. He keeps up the same cadence. The same speed. He knows what I need. He knows I’m almost there.
“Yes, baby,” he whispers. “Come for me. Come on my cock.”
His words are the tipping point. My limbs tense up, my mind knows nothing but this euphoric pleasure, and my body convulses as a guttural scream of exaltation fills the room.
I’m completely undone. Electric shocks lick up my spine, making me shiver. Though my eyes are closed, I see bursts of lights behind my eyelids.
Just as I’m registering Elijah’s disappearance from inside me, I force open my eyes and catch sight of him lowering his mouth to the space between my thighs.
“Oh, God,” I murmur.
His tongue tastes me. Softly. Slowly. He knows how sensitive my clit is, and he’s being gentle, but every stroke of his warm and wet tongue against me makes me buck.
It’s so erotic watching him down there. He savors every part of me, kissing and licking my most private and sensitive spots.
His hand disappears between his own legs, stroking himself while he moans around my pussy.
“I wanna see,” I manage to get out. He looks up at me. “I want to watch you stroke yourself.”
His eyes flare as he gets up, resting on his knees. I watch as he rips the condom off and drops it to the floor, exposing his thick and beautiful cock.
He grabs the base of his cock, his eyes never leaving mine, and moves his fist to the head. His strokes start slow, and I know he’s doing it for me. He’s giving me the show I wanted.
When his movements begin to quicken and his muscles tense up, I get up on my hands and knees and crawl toward him. He watches me with rapt fascination, wondering what I’m up to.
I’ve never had someone come in my mouth before, but for some reason, I crave the taste of him.
Nervously, I say, “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“You sure?” he asks, his fist moving faster over the length of him.
I nod, letting my tongue glide over my bottom lip. “Yes.”
He shifts, getting more comfortable as he strokes his cock, and I kneel in front of him, turned on at the sight.
Elijah reaches out to play with my breasts, and I squeeze them together for him, giving him some viewing pleasure. I part my knees, exposing my pussy, and his hand travels down and slides through my wetness.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
The veins in his forearm protrude as he strokes. My stomach clenches when he looks at me. This is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“I’m gonna come. Fuck.”
I scurry over and replace his hand with mine, keeping up the same pace. He explodes with a deep roar, his hands gripping my shoulders as he shudders.
It’s warm and a bit salty, but it’s not bad. His back
bows over as he sucks in quivering breaths.
“Holy shit,” he says. “Oh my God.”
“Mm,” I moan around his cock.
Slowly, I pull my mouth off him, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.
He lifts my chin with his fingers, staring down at me like I’m a goddess. My ego inflates a little, because it feels good knowing I can make him feel good.
“You’re so fucking perfect. You know that?” he says. I grin, pleased with myself. “How will I ever be able to let you go?”
I lie back and pat the mattress at my side. He drops down next to me and I lay my head on his chest. “Don’t,” I state simply. “I don’t want to be anywhere else, anyway.”
39
After a few comfortable minutes of lying together post coital, we both take a shower just to jump right back in bed and go to sleep. I sent a message to both Cillian and Royce, asking for one of their vehicles, and Royce responded first, offering to drop off his Challenger tonight since he had London there to drive him back home.
Nova falls asleep quickly, her body curled into mine. I lie awake, stroking her arm with my fingertips as I stare up at the ceiling. My brain and my heart go back and forth about whether this is right or wrong. I eventually come to the conclusion that it’s both, but there’s no fight left in me. I can’t stop seeing her now. She belongs with me. I’ve never felt so certain about something before.
I place a kiss on her forehead before I close my eyes and succumb to sleep.
In the morning, I’m up at five-forty, and Nova’s still knocked out. I get ready and head downstairs to start the coffee. While it brews, I decide I should make a little breakfast. I normally eat a bagel or toast, but I think about Nova.
So far, she doesn’t seem too picky, but since I’m unsure, I make a couple of basic omelets with cheese and ham.
About a half hour later, Nova makes her way downstairs, her hair pulled up halfway while the rest of the curls flow wildly to her shoulders. She’s wearing a pair of blue jeans and a peach-colored sweater with boots to match. Sugarfoot follows her down, sniffing at her ankles.
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