The NOVA Trilogy Boxed Set

by Jayce, Aven

  I take her hand under the table and give it a good squeeze as a signal that we both need to calm down. She gets the gesture, and immediately sits up straight in her chair, shoulders back, engaging my father in a quiet conversation.

  “If you’ll excuse me,” I say to both of them, standing up to use the restroom.

  The dark hallway in the back of Giorgio’s leading to the women’s restroom is long and winds around a corner. I have to walk past the kitchen and a small office, before I finally find the door.

  Finishing my business, I wash my hands in a brown, onyx mosaic tiled sink, before trying out the citrus berry hand lotion on the counter. My reflection in the mirror displays a young woman with flushing red cheeks in a slimming grey suede t-shirt dress. A long red teardrop pendant necklace falls gracefully down my chest, and my hair is pulled back exposing my neck. The hicky has faded into something that resembles a birthmark. I smile at myself, turn with poise toward the restroom door, and pull it swiftly open to return to my family.

  I run directly into someone, rapidly raising my hand onto the person’s chest, as I try to steady myself.

  “I’m sorry,” I apologize, looking up to see the valet. He smiles and I blush. Green eyes peer down at me, almost glowing in the dark hallway. His brown hair is combed and slicked back, with not a strand out of place. I smell cigarettes on his breath as he lets out a sigh. His clean-shaven face and freshly laundered suit tell me that he’s either new here, or his family owns the place. No college-aged student, working at a restaurant for more than a few months, shows up to work so well-groomed.

  He looks down at my hand and waits for me to back away. I feel a light twitch against my hip as I lean into him, and I immediately turn and walk back to our table.

  Mera and my father stand when they see me, and the three of us head out into the rainy November night. The weather is starting to change, feeling more like winter with each passing day.

  The valet brings the Fisker around to the canopy and we shuffle happily into the car. I smile at the valet as he closes my door, and this time he’s the one who blushes.

  My father pulls away from the restaurant onto Fifth Street, heading toward my place. It’s only six blocks and we arrive with little time for conversation. Stopping at my front door, he walks me into the lobby as Mera climbs out of the back and into the front seat. I shoot her a look, making sure that she understands I won’t tolerate her hitting on my father. She smiles and blows me a kiss.

  “I’ll miss you Dad,” I say, giving him a big hug.

  “You too, kiddo. Call me if you need anything, and keep working on your happiness and your freedom. It’s important to me.”

  “I will, Dad. See you at Thanksgiving, right?”

  “I wouldn’t miss it.”

  He heads back out into the rain and I watch them pull away. I send Mera a two-word text before I step into the elevator. Hopefully it will reiterate the look I just shot her way.

  BE GOOD.

  She responds as I’m ascending to my loft.

  MOI?

  ***

  Mera’s not picking up her phone. I’ve called her six times in the past two hours. What the fuck? Now, I’m sitting in my MINI on the ground floor of Giorgio’s parking garage debating my next move.

  It’s just past ten. I could’ve driven over to her place to see what’s up, but instead I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. She’s probably fast asleep after five glasses of wine.

  I trust her, but I also know that she’s a lot like me and if the moment is right… so I ended up here; lonely, and aroused from my brief interaction outside the restroom.

  The valet sent me into a wet mess; my insides ache for deep penetration. I know that if I wait long enough, he’ll be here to pick up a patron’s car.

  This is the last time you do this. You’re starting group therapy this Wednesday so you need to get your shit together after this.

  “Shut up,” I whisper, refusing to allow Devery to enter my mind.

  The rain continues to fall outside the garage, and my windows fog as warm air flows out of my lungs. I can feel my heart pounding as blood rushes through my veins in anticipation of another possible one-night stand.

  A yellow flame flickers a few cars down as someone lights a cigarette. The figure leans against the bumper of the Jaguar I drove past while searching for a parking spot. That has to be him.

  What’s your next move, Sophia?

  I pull on the door handle, step out, and walk around to the back of my MINI. The clubman model has double trunk doors that open to each side. I open the left one, leaving a clear view of the valet to my right. He walks toward me as I shuffle around in my trunk, pretending to look for something until I see a large pair of polished black lace-up oxfords next to me.

  “I’m sorry, but this garage is private property.”

  I pull my head out from the trunk, and the valet immediately recognizes my face. Grinning, he places one hand on top of my car and leans against the closed door. Taking a slow drag of his cigarette, he looks down into my eyes.

  “I’m sorry, I just needed to pull in for a moment to adjust something. I’ll be leaving momentarily.”

  “No rush,” he responds, exhaling upward, making sure not to blow any smoke into my car. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

  “I was looking for a paper towel, or something to wipe the inside of my windows, my defrost must be broken.”

  “Wait here. I have to take this Jag over to the restaurant. I’ll bring you back something to use.”

  “Thank you,” I say with a sexy smile, as he walks away.

  It’s cold outside so I huddle into the front seat, waiting impatiently with deep breaths of anticipation. A storm is moving in with gusts of wind blowing rain under the overhang onto my front window.

  My phone beeps with a text. It’s Mera.

  R U AWAKE?

  I respond jokingly with a big no and turn off my phone. She can wait, just like she’s kept me waiting for the past two hours.

  The passenger door opens and the valet places a small towel on the seat. He closes the door and I follow him in my rear view mirror as he walks around the back of MINI, stopping next to my driver’s side door. Opening it, he takes my arm and hauls me out. He closes my door and leans against me, brushing his lips against my ear.

  “I’m not stupid,” he whispers. “And I want this too, but not here, not in this small car.”

  Taking my arm again, we walk up the parking garage ramp to the second level. He takes a set of keys out of his pocket and presses the button on the remote. A white Hummer blinks its lights in front of us. My heart beats faster as he opens the back door and I climb inside. He steps up and into the back alongside me, closing the door behind; leaving us hidden from the rest of the world.

  I slide my tongue over my lips, swallow hard, and lean toward him, pressing his mouth to mine. He sets a hand on my side and pulls me closer. His tongue swirls around the inside of my mouth, and we both take heavy breaths, arousing each other with quiet moans. My insides curl with pre-orgasmic twinges, and my vaginal lips swell. The valet puts a hand on my thigh and slides my dress up, revealing a pair of black silk panties.

  “You’re one sexy woman,” he whispers. “I’m solid for you.”

  “Show me,” I whisper back, pulling my dress over my head, baring my breasts to him.

  “No bra,” he says, swallowing hard and placing a finger on my right nipple, flicking it as he leans in for another kiss.

  Reaching over I pull his shirt out of his pants. He lets out a groan as I grab hold of him through the fabric, feeling his stiff cock.

  “We don’t have much time,” he says. “I have someone covering my cars for me. But I can’t be gone for long. Make me come and I’ll do the same for you.”

  He unbuttons his pants as I pull down his zipper. Placing a hand over the front of his boxers, I reach into the opening and release him. He’s already sticky with pre-cum.

  “You’r
e close,” I say, grinning with delight.

  “Suck on me.”

  I kneel in front of him and place my lip on his tip as saliva runs from my mouth onto his shaft. Using my hand to slide it around, I lubricate it with long, slow strokes.

  “Jesus, that feels good. Keep going. Put me in your mouth.”

  I lick his tip and flick my tongue. He moans and lifts his hips, yearning for my entire mouth. I grant him his wish and suck in as much of him as I can, deep to the back of my throat. I slide him in and out, feeling his pulsing veins with my tongue. He grows bigger, choking me at times with his length.

  He alternates from feeling my breasts, to gently pinching my nipples, before placing a hand under my forearm to lift me onto his lap.

  “I want you to come too. Ride me and I’ll pleasure you,” he whispers.

  My lower body grinds at his rousing words as I wrap my legs around his hips, taking his shaft into my hand. He pulls out a condom, tears the wrapper, and slides it over himself, then pushes inside of me with one deep thrust. He grins triumphantly as my body is filled with his.

  My head falls back and I push my engorged breasts forward. Fuck it feels good. We both moan as he moves. I shift along to his motion, placing my hands on top of the back seat for stability. His fingers touch my clit, setting me closer to an explosion. My lubrication sets him on fire as he pushes faster and harder inside of me.

  I’m there. My legs, arms, and chest tighten as my throat sets out whimpering screams.

  “Damn,” he cries in a low voice. His body tenses with mine, while his hips slow into short deep thrusts.

  He holds me close to his body, pushing one last blast out through his shaft.

  We take heavy breaths, both of us consumed with beating parts. It’s minutes before he slows and begins to shrink.

  Letting out a final deep sigh, I lift up, landing heavily and exhausted onto the seat next to him.

  “That was totally unexpected,” he says, pinching the top of the condom as he unrolls it from his cock. “I wish I hadn’t left that towel in your car, I could use it right now.”

  “Do you want me to get it for you?”

  “No,” he smiles, tucking himself back into his pants. His calm voice puts me at ease. I watch him tie the condom into a knot and tuck it into his pants pocket. He rests his head against the back seat as his hand reaches for his cigarettes. He takes one and places it in his mouth. Eyes open, head back, he looks peaceful. I sit next to him naked, not speaking, enjoying the final waves of post orgasmic pulsations.

  There’s a soft tap on the passenger door that sends my heart out of my chest.

  “Shit,” I mumble, reaching frantically for my dress.

  The valet laughs, turns toward the door, and shields me from the outsider’s view. He opens the door a crack, letting a cold rush of air into the vehicle. I shiver, as the dampness engulfs my naked body.

  There’s a low whispering voice that comes from outside.

  “Sorry man, I need the keys to that Infiniti.”

  “Fuck.” The valet reaches into his coat pocket, but comes out empty handed. “I left them under the entry desk. Didn’t you see them?”

  “No, I can’t find them,” the outside voice murmurs.

  The valet sends me an apologetic look, and plants a deep kiss on my lips. “I need to find those keys, how fast can you get dressed?”

  I slide the dress over my head, fix my hair, and pull the loose strands back into my hair clip.

  “I’m ready.”

  He opens the door wider and we both slide out of the Hummer, as the other valet smiles at us.

  “Thank you,” he says, pressing his lips to mine. His tongue glides inside my mouth one last time, and I let out a gratifying sigh.

  He strolls out of the garage, and the two of them disappear into the darkness.

  I open my car door and realize I left it unlocked with the keys in the ignition. Fuck. That’s one of the dumbest things I’ve ever done. I look at the towel on the passenger seat and laugh. Turning my phone back on before pulling out, I see that there’s a message from Mera and another text.

  CALL ME! It reads.

  I listen to the message on the drive home. She wants to talk to me immediately. I turn off the phone in need of a good nights sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  “Why the fuck didn’t you call me back last night?” Mera whines into the phone.

  “What were you doing when I called after dinner, and why didn’t you pick up for me?” I respond.

  Mera pauses and lowers her voice, “I was in the shower and didn’t hear the call.”

  I’m not sure if I believe her. Last night I trusted her, but today I feel differently about the way she eyed my father. Maybe it was all the wine we drank. Maybe I’m overreacting, or maybe I’m right. I’m not going to start a fight by coming right out and asking her if she ended up screwing around with him. Not yet.

  “I went out, back to the restaurant.”

  “Why?”

  “I needed something.”

  “God Sophia, now who’d you fuck?” she says in a pissy-ass tone.

  “Did you fuck my dad?” I snap back at her in an instant loss of control.

  “No, I didn’t fuck your dad,” her voice rising back to a higher tone.

  I think about asking if she wants to come over to discuss this, but at the same time, we may just need a day away from one another.

  “Mera,” I say in a stern voice. “You know you crave sex just as much as I do, so you can’t criticize me for having a good time.”

  “Then you can’t be angry if part of my sexual cravings involve having a small crush on your dad. What are you afraid of anyway?”

  “If you come onto him and he’s dumb enough to reciprocate, and let’s say it ends poorly, whose side am I supposed to take? How do we all move past that?”

  “Whoa, hold on, you’re jumping way too far ahead here, Babe.”

  “So you’re just looking for a quick fuck with him?”

  “I didn’t say I wanted anything.” She pauses for a moment, before continuing on. “Oh, Sophia. I don’t know what I want. He’s just handsome as fuck.”

  “And if you’re with him, what if I want to be with you again? I wouldn’t want to share someone that my dad’s been with, and I should hope he wouldn’t be with one of my former lovers. It’s all too weird to even think about.”

  There’s silence on the other end of the phone. I can hear Mera sigh, not knowing how to respond.

  “Mera, I know that you and I could never have a real relationship. We’d both cheat on one another, and we can’t keep our hands off men, but sometimes I still look at you and I want to touch you.”

  “I know.”

  “You being with my dad will take that desire away, and I’m not sure I’m completely ready to let you go.”

  “We haven’t touched one another in years.”

  “Yes, but we have that past between us, and it’s not something I’m willing to share with the rest of my family.”

  “I understand, but I think we need to talk about all of this in person. There are things I need to discuss with you, but not over the phone.”

  My cell beeps and I look down to see my father calling.

  “Speak of the devil. I need to call you back, Mera. My father’s chiming in.”

  “No, wait. I want to talk to you first.”

  “You sound like you’re in panic mode, what happened last night?”

  “Nothing, I just need to talk to you.”

  “So, you don’t want me to talk to my father?”

  “No.”

  “Tell me right now what’s wrong,” I demand.

  Mera inhales and exhales deeply, obviously being over dramatic about the situation.

  “It can’t be that bad. Even if you hit on him, it shouldn’t be this difficult to tell me, so spit it out.”

  “I invited him in for a drink. Tea or coffee, and we sat for a while at my kitche
n counter, talking mostly about you. He’s worried about your promiscuity. I told him that you and I were both still young, and we’re just having fun before we settle down. Then, your dad asked me if I wanted to make some extra money. A lot of money.”

  “I’m listening.”

  “He asked me if I would be on one of his adult websites.”

  I nearly drop the phone. “What the fuck are you talking about? You must have misunderstood. You did drink almost an entire bottle of wine. I think you heard him wrong.”

  “He owns, and has an army of workers for online porn sites, Soph.”

  “No he doesn’t,” I retort in disbelief, shaking my head no. “He’s a businessman and he owns casinos in Vegas.”

  “Maybe so, but Vegas is the city of sin. There’s a lot more happening there than just gambling.”

  “Fuck!” I yell. “Fucking hell, that bastard didn’t ask you to get involved in that shit.”

  “I’m sorry. I should skip work and come over,” she says, clearly concerned.

  “God dammit. What if he’s the reason I’m a sex addict? What if it’s genetic? He obviously craves it too if that’s how he makes his money. Maybe it’s not my mother’s emotional abuse. Fuck. Now what am I supposed to think!” I yell.

  “Soph, calm down. Do you need me to come over there?”

  “No. I want to be alone. I can’t believe this. And what did you say to him?”

  “I didn’t say anything. I was in shock. He could tell that I was disturbed by all of it, so he left in a rush. I think he felt like he made a mistake, and he was probably ashamed.”

  “Don’t make excuses for him,” I respond, my voice shuddering with anger. My phone beeps and there’s a text from my dad. I open it while I’m still speaking to Mera.

  CALL ME NOW! It reads.

  “Why does everyone send me screaming text messages? Mera, I need to go. We’ll talk about this later.”

  “You going to be okay?”

  “Yeah,” I reply. “Well, maybe. I just feel sorry for myself right now.”

  “Call me if you want me to stop by after work, okay?”

  “Thanks,” I say, letting her know that I’m not angry with her. Before I have a chance to push my father’s number, his name shows up on my screen. I play dumb when I answer, waiting for him to divulge any information he’d like to give.