The NOVA Trilogy Boxed Set

by Jayce, Aven

  Mera shakes her head and laughs. “Sophia Jameson, you used to be a nude model, you fucked Evan the day you broke up with him, you screwed that guy at Worship with hundreds of people in the same room, you...”

  “Enough! Don’t embarrass me. I don’t want Cove to hear about my past,” I shout.

  “The guy’s a fucking porn star!” she yells back. “I don’t think he cares about the thousands of men you’ve slept with.”

  I look over to Cove who appears offended. I don’t know if it’s the fact that Mera called him a porn star, or if it’s hearing about my promiscuity. Fuck. He places the shirt back into the bag and heads up the stairs toward the suite.

  “You’re a bitch,” I say to Mera, before I take my bag and try to catch up with him. I stop on the stairs and look down at her. She has tears in her eyes, yet I feel no regret for what I just said, or what’s about to come out of my mouth. “Speaking of porn stars, you may want to check to see if this house has produced any videos of you. You might just find yourself in the same situation as the two of us some day.”

  I hurry back to the room and see the bag has been set on the sofa in front of the fireplace, but Cove’s not around. Not in the kitchenette, the bathroom, or on the balcony. I check the hall again and notice the door across from the Keep is cracked open. It was locked the first day I was exploring the house and I had wondered what was behind it, but haven’t given it much thought since that day. Behind the door is a stairwell leading up to the third floor. I remember Cove said he’d never been up there. He’s sitting on the top carpeted step, his head rests against a closed door, his eyes shut and hands clasped between his legs. I close the door behind me, walk up, and sit next to him.

  “How did you get in here?” I whisper.

  He places a hand behind my neck and pulls me into a soft kiss on the lips. His hand runs through my hair and he tucks one side behind my ear. “It was open,” he replies.

  “And the door behind us?”

  “Locked.”

  “Do you know what’s in there?”

  He shakes his head no and leans in for another kiss. He’s being so gentle, his lips are smooth and warm, and a tender moan escapes his mouth. His tongue slides tenderly against mine, and he bites my lips. I feel his hand slip under my shirt and caress my breasts. Our mouths lock and my lower abdomen pounds from my stomach down to my thighs. I’m defeated with one kiss and a soft touch.

  He takes off his shirt and together we run our fingertips across one another’s chest. “Lay down on the stairs next to me,” he requests, as he stands and strips out of his jeans. The pants roll a few steps down before they come to a stop. He wraps his arm around my back and presses his body to mine. His erection is evident against my thin cotton pants. I brush his cheek with the back of my hand and casually drift my fingers through his dark hair. His body rises over mine and I slip underneath him. My head rests on the top step with his hands to either side. His arms are extended, his cock firm against my clit, and his eyes set on mine.

  “I’m sorry,” he says in a soft voice. “I’m sorry I’m a porn star and such a joke to your friend.”

  “Babe,” I whisper. “Don’t listen to her. As far as I’m concerned she’s no longer worth our time. What she says has no bearing on how I feel.”

  He kneels between my legs on the stair below my hips and grips the sides of my yoga pants and underwear, gently removing them. I lift my legs one at a time as he pulls them off and tosses them down to his jeans. He slides my shirt up to reveal my breasts and I recline naked before him.

  “I need you to say my name, Soph. I need to hear it as I make love to you.”

  “Cove,” I respond in a quiet voice.

  “Look into my eyes when you say it,” he requests as he pulls his cock through the slit of his boxers. He swipes his tip across my wet opening and waits to hear his name.

  “Cove,” I whisper.

  He watches my eyes close as I feel him enter deep inside. “Look at me and say it again.”

  “Cove.” I open my eyes and watch his body move over mine. “Cove... Cove,” I exhale.

  He stops and rests his chest against mine then glides his hands through my hair. His arms relax on the step next to my chest and his knees support his lower body. “How many men have you been with?” he asks. “Tell me the truth.”

  Fucking Mera. She just had to open her mouth.

  “Tell me. Look into my eyes and tell me. I need to see your face when you say it,” he demands.

  “Cove... I...”

  “Tell me.” He continues to move in and out, a slow and gentle thrust as he speaks, his fingers entangled through my hair. I don’t believe he’s angry, but definitely hurt by Mera’s comments more than anything else. “Is it over a hundred?”

  “Cove, please. It’s in the past.”

  “The past will always haunt you and the people you’re with.” He takes my mouth in his and circles his tongue tenderly around mine, leisurely, unhurriedly, as he waits for an answer. I have to think. Two or three guys a week for a good ten years. Only a handful of semi-long-term relationships where I ended up cheating on the guy anyway. Fuck. I can’t tell him this.

  “I can tell by your hesitation that it’s over a hundred,” he sighs. His cock slides in and he holds himself deep inside. “I need to know if I can trust you with my heart, or how long it’ll be before you fuck someone else.” He pulls back and I inhale.

  Will I be able to lie? I shouldn’t, but the truth may really hurt him and our relationship. “A few hundred,” I decide to reply. He’s smiling as I glance back.

  “You looked at the ceiling when you said that. Right past me. Look into my eyes and say it again. I need to see what you’re feeling when those words cross over those beautiful lips. Offer me the truth.” He lifts his body and methodically fucks me... slowly in, slowly out, precisely, systematically while staring into my eyes. I reach out and place my hands to his chest so he’ll stop.

  I look into his eyes, a tear in mine, and respond. “Close to a thousand.”

  His head drops. He starts to move again but he won’t look at me. “So is this all you like and all you want, to feel a dick inside of you? What happens when you get tired of mine? Or do you want me because I’m a porn star, and that’s all I have to offer people?” His motions are still slow and painstakingly mechanical. No feeling, just prodding. His depression is at an all-time low. “I told you back in St. Louis that I never wanted to be with any of the women from the company, that I couldn’t bring myself to be with that type... now you’re telling me you’re just like them?”

  A tear streams down my cheek as he tortures me with his words. He’s punishing me for my past, something I’ve never done to him. I’m frozen in place, unable to respond to this line of reasoning. What the fuck can I say?

  “Do I feel like them?” he thrusts, and finally looks back into my eyes. “You feel me? Is it the same?”

  “No. It’s not the same. And I’m not the same as I was.”

  “I see regret on your face, in your eyes. That’s what I was looking for. I need to know that I’m different.”

  “You are different, Cove. Different in every way. Look at me.” I place my hand to the back of his neck and stop his movements again. “I love you. You’re the only person I’ve given my heart to. When we get out of this house, we both need to leave our past behind. Let it all stay here, away from us so we can live our lives.”

  He nods and we kiss. His shaft nurtures my insides with teasing short movements. “Has anyone ever made love to you like I have?”

  “No,” I whisper. “Come closer to me.” His body covers mine and he groans as I dig my nails into his hips. “No other person has made love to me... you’re the only one. I’m with you because of the way you make me feel, it’s not the same as what I’ve felt with anyone else. I’m not with you because you’re a porn star; I’m with Cove Everton, a sensitive, caring, loving, individual who would do anything for me, as I would for him. We need one anoth
er. We’re a team. A linked product,” I smile, as I try to get him to do the same. He gets the joke and finally grins. “Now, finish making love to me.”

  He sits up and kneels on the step between my legs as I wrap my feet around his back. He lifts my waist and slides into me with passion and desire. I say his name and cry out with each penetration.

  “Cove,” I pant. “Cove.” With each thrust he hears the words. “I’m yours... Cove... I love you.” Our eyes stare deep into one another’s. His hands grip my hips and his thumb covers my clit. He circles the area and my mouth drops open as a powerful urge to indulge him rushes through my body. I enter my erotic state, no longer able to see him clearly. He blurs as my body tenses.

  “Stay with me. Watch me make love to you as you come. Know I’m the one who’s giving you this pleasure.”

  “Cove,” I whimper; my body and mind aware of his craving for mine. “Cove.” He stops when he feels me tighten around his cock. His fingers cover my clit and he massages the orgasm out of me. “Cove!” His mouth is on mine, kissing, biting, nipping at my lips. He moves his hand and fucks me, rapidly reaching his own release. I grab his ass and halt his escape while his eyes are still fixed on mine.

  “Let me pull out, I’m gonna cum, Soph.”

  “I want you to cum inside of me.”

  “Ah,” he gasps. “Oh shit. Baby,” he whispers and grabs my hips, pushing carefully inside. I feel each shot fire in and his cock pulse. “My God!”

  “Cum,” I whisper.

  He looks down at our connected bodies and groans at the sight, his lips moist, chest covered in sweat. “Why?” he pants.

  “From this point on, when we walk down the stairs and back into the main part of the house, no matter what happens tonight, or next week, or next year... from this point, we’re together forever. The past won’t haunt us, so only think and plan for the future... only look to what’s ahead for the two of us. I’m ready to begin the rest of my life with you.”

  ***

  Sitting at the bar in the great room I watch Cove fix two drinks, a Manhattan for himself and a Tom Collins for me. It’s early evening, almost time for dinner and for my father to return home from work. I’d feel better about tonight if Cove and I could discuss what might take place, but he’s silent about his mother, the event, and how we’ll be able to escape. I need this drink, and I know Cove’s been waiting patiently for me to allow him to have something to calm his nerves.

  “We have to get ready soon,” he sighs.

  “I know. Can’t wait to slip into nothing. Mera could’ve found a dress that was a little nicer don’t you think? I’m going to look like a whore.”

  “As far as the people at the party are concerned, we are whores.”

  I shake my head and a sip of my drink. “Ah, good drink, Babe.”

  “Why thank you, Darling,” he says in a southern drawl. “You know, you have the prettiest eyes this side of the Mississippi.”

  I smile, twirl my hair in my finger, and bat my eyes. “Oh shucks, Sweetie. You ain’t so bad yourself.”

  He laughs, clinks his glass to mine, finishes off his Manhattan, and surprises me when he doesn’t fix himself a second. “Come on, bring your drink. Let’s go upstairs, shower, and get dressed.”

  A loud crash and the sound of broken glass stop us when we reach the top of the stairs. Cove places a hand across my chest to stay behind him and we listen. There’s another thunderous sound emanating from Dayne’s suite, and the earsplitting sound of an object hitting a wall.

  “Sounds like Dayne’s baseball bat,” Cove whispers.

  “Fuck you, Paul! You fucker!” the ferocious voice sends shivers down my spine. “You’re fucking dead! Mera get your shit and meet me downstairs.”

  “Quick.” Cove takes my hand and pulls me to my father’s side of the house. I look over my shoulder and see Dayne slide his entry door open and march out of his living room. He paces along the balcony and just as Cove suspected, has a firm grip on a bat.

  “Everton!” Dayne shouts. “Get your ass over here.”

  Cove stops and turns cautiously to face him.

  “Now!”

  I set my drink on a side table and we walk over to Dayne, Cove hobbling one step ahead of me the entire way to shield me from the unknown.

  Dayne grunts like a threatened black bear. He pretends to take a swing, stopping an inch from Cove’s head. The bat runs along his cheek and under his chin, then presses into his throat.

  “You know anything about a camera in my suite?”

  “No,” Cove replies at once. “You know I don’t.”

  “How about you, Baby J?” Dayne asks, as he sets the bat against Cove’s side and pushes him out of the way. “Your daddy ever mention using my dick for profit? I’d sure like to know what you know.”

  “No, Dayne,” I whisper.

  He clutches my hair and pulls me close to him. “Let’s go for a walk.”

  “Stop!” Cove commands, placing his arm across Dayne’s chest. Dayne looks down and laughs.

  “You serious? Who’s holding the bat in this room, douchebag? I’m sure you remember what a whack with this thing feels like, now step back.” Dayne pushes past him only to be followed closely through his living room and into his office. He drags me by my hair over to his desk and holds the back of my head so I’m facing his computer screen. “Watch.”

  He types a password into the Jameson website and a video with the title ‘anal treasure’ opens. It’s Dayne and Mera fucking in Dayne’s bedroom. She has her back to him and is leaning over the desk by his window. He enters her from behind and she screams. Cove comes around to view the screen and I close my eyes, unable to watch the two of them together. Dayne grips my forehead and tugs back on my eyebrows so my eyes open.

  “Keep watching.”

  I see myself in the video. I’m standing in the doorway, watching the two of them.

  “Oh crap,” Cove groans.

  “Look at yourself, Sophia,” Dayne growls. “Did you enjoy spying on us for such a long time?” He slams the bat on the desk next to my face and I jump.

  “I didn’t know what to do,” I respond. “I was in shock.”

  “What’s that? In shock she says,” Dayne laughs, and pulls me away from the screen. “Did daddy tell you to walk into my room so you were in the scene? Is that why you two fucks wanted in the pool with us as well? So he could have the two of you in the shot while I fucked Mera? You working with your father to link Mera and I into your fucking product line? Am I being played as a sucker right now?” he yells.

  “No. Dayne. Seriously, I had no idea.”

  Cove grabs hold of Dayne’s arm desperate for my release.

  “Your father’s a real dickhead,” Mera’s voice cuts in from the doorway. “Dayne, let them be and walk me out.” He lets go of my hair and we follow him out of the room.

  “You signed a contract with my father, remember? You knew you’d be online and used, just like the two of us,” I say to Mera.

  “House whores aren’t online,” Dayne seethes. “Think about it, if they’re online, then so are we. Your father just fucked himself.” He takes Mera’s suitcase in hand and heads for the great room. “He’s dead.”

  Mera walks down the stairs with Dayne and to the front door. “Where are you going?” I holler down to her.

  “She’s going someplace safe for the evening. I don’t want her involved in the blood bath.” Dayne lifts Mera into his arms, rests her body against the wall, and gives her a deep kiss.

  “Come on,” Cove whispers, “back to the suite.”

  We hurriedly walk to the bedroom and I lock the door.

  “I knew it. Your father must have a death wish, Soph. What was he thinking? Dayne’s gonna kill him. He’ll either bash his head with that bat, or be done with him in one quick shot of his gun. Either way, we’re in the middle.”

  “What are we supposed to do?” I panic, my voice frantic for protection.

  “We need to warn your fath
er.”

  “No, screw him. We need to get out and away from these two nutcases. I don’t care if Dayne kills him, or if they kill one another, we just need to worry about ourselves. Who gives a shit about the two of them?”

  “Your father can’t die. I know he has information somewhere that will get my father out of prison. If he’s dead, all hope is lost.”

  “Cove, look at me,” I demand. “Your father’s not getting out of prison. Face it. Deep down inside you know that.”

  “Well, well. What seems to be the problem?” Cove and I turn to the flat screen to see Carl’s face before us. Carl Caverns, still wearing a black t-shirt and jean jacket, with sunglasses on the top of his head and a toothpick dangling from the side of his mouth. “Paul wants the two of you to get ready for the party. He said you should shower, shave, and fancy yourselves up for the guests. You’ve got two hours ‘til it’s eight.”

  “Fuck you, Carl,” Cove yells at the screen. “I saw a photo of you talking to my father outside your fraternity house. Who the fuck are you, and how do you know him?”

  “Young Cove, listen to me.”

  I break into their conversation. There’s no time to talk about the whys and wherefores. “Dayne’s going to kill my father. He said there’s going to be a blood bath here at the house tonight.”

  Carl fidgets with his toothpick before taking it out and placing it in his pocket. “No. He’s not. Dayne’s terrified of prison, and he knows that even his father won’t be able to help him if he kills someone.”

  “You’re wrong. He made Mera leave the house with her suitcase. Something’s going to happen. Why else would he do that?”

  “That’s very interesting,” Carl says in a quiet voice. “Did either one of them say where she was going?”

  “No, God dammit. Now tell us your code so we can get the fuck out of here. What if Dayne kills us too? Give us your code, Carl!” I shout.

  He looks to his left and the screen goes blank.

  “Why does he always disappear? Why can’t he just talk to us?”

  “He’s probably at the office in the casino, too many wandering ears for him to have this type of conversation. He was only letting us know it’s time. We placed him in an awkward position.”