by Joz Maxel
Still leaning against the window, I look down at the floor, lost in my selfish ways. Nova moves to stand in front of me, putting her hands on my chest. Tipping my head up, I'm met with her loving gaze. "You okay?"
"Yeah." I softly kiss her lips. "Go check on the girls and I'll lock up down here."
"Okay." She makes her way to the stairs. Looking over her shoulder to flash me her smile, she then goes upstairs. I look back out the window just as Dane and Rourke mount the bike, and watch them as they drive away.
Nova
I find Corey standing in front of our bedroom window, posture rigid, arms folded over his chest and jaw clenched. He's stewing over something-or someone. I quietly make my way over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and kissing in-between his shoulders. I rest my chin on his back while running my hands up and down his delectable abs.
"Honey, what's wrong? You seem a million miles away."
He takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly as he looks down at my hands, placing his over mine. "How long do you think the novelty will last?"
"The bike?"
"No." He turns around to face me, arms still crossed. "Dane."
I take both his hands in mine and pull him over to the bed. "Sit." He leans up against the headboard while I sit with my legs crossed in front of him. "He's always wanted to know about Dane. He never thought he'd get the chance to talk to him, let alone meet him. It's new and exciting, like any other new relationship. Don't you remember when we started, how fun and exciting it was?" I tilt my head and smile.
"We were kids, Nova."
I lean closer to him and start rubbing the tops of his thighs. "That's not what I meant and you know it." I get up on my knees, placing my hands on either side of his thighs and look up at him. "The first time you kissed me." I place a tender kiss on his lips. "The first time you touched me." I take one hand and run it up his stomach, under his shirt. "The first time you made love to me." My hand starts to travel south, reaching for the belt on his jeans, when he grabs my wrist and tilts my chin up with the other.
"I feel like I'm losing him."
"Baby." I sit on his lap, my legs and arms curling around him as I nestle into his neck. He brings his arms around me, crushing me to him. We sit like this for a few minutes when we hear the front door open and close. I pull away until I can see his eyes. "He's home now. Go talk to him and give him his gift."
He leans forward to give me a quick kiss, then lifts me off his lap. "Maybe tomorrow. I'm gonna have a shower." He starts taking his clothes off as he walks toward the bathroom. Before I can see him in all his glory, he closes the door, shutting me out in the process.
Dane
"I'll have another whiskey, please."
"Sure thing, sugar." The bartender, who I now know as Sally, gives me a wink before she takes my empty glass.
She eye fucks me every time I come in here, which has been pretty much every day. My daily routine has gone from working long hours and hanging out with Rourke, to working long hours and coming here. Ever since Rourke's birthday a few weeks ago, I've been spending less and less time with him. Seems he's always busy, but I know how Corey operates, so I call bullshit. He doesn't have to admit he's jealous, I know.
Just as Sally leans on the bar to hand me my drink and show me her ample, yet wrinkly cleavage, a group of women walk in, chattering and giggling. My gaze follows them to the table by the window, settling in for what looks like after work drinks, judging by the different colours of scrubs some of the girls are wearing. The one with long, strawberry blonde hair slips her jacket off and approaches the bar, stopping a few feet away from me. From the corner of my eye, I see she's checking out the tattoos that cover every inch of my arm.
"Three rum and Cokes, Sally." She reaches in front of me to grab the bowl of peanuts and slides it in front of where she's standing. "Sorry, I'm starving." She looks at me with recognition. "Dane, right?" Her whole body turns in my direction, ready to engage.
"Yeah, you work with Nova."
A smile adorns her beautiful face. "Jen."
"Jen." I repeat to myself, like it's the first time I'm hearing it. Smooth, asshole. "Just getting off work?"
She nods her head. "Me and the girls are grabbing a few before heading home. Wanna join us?"
"Nah, I'm good here. You have a good night." You are a fucking idiot!
She blinks away the split-second look of disappointment and turns fully to the bar to collect her drinks. As she walks away, balancing all three drinks in her hands, she looks over her shoulder, catching me staring at her ass—her very ample, sexy ass—and winks.
About twenty minutes later and two more whiskeys in, I order one more drink and decide to buy the girls a round before heading out to have a smoke. The cold air feels heavy and wet, signs the snow isn't too far away.
"Can I borrow one?" I turn toward the door where Jen is now standing in her thin, long-sleeve shirt, and skinny jeans. I hand her my pack and watch as she slides one out and puts it between her full, glossy lips. "I need a light."
She smiles and covers my hands with hers to shield the flame from the wind. As I watch her take her first pull of the cigarette, then tip her head to the sky to blow it out, I notice her nipples are hard peaks fighting against her shirt. As she brings her head down to look at me, I look down to the pavement, hoping she didn't catch me ogling her.
"So, how long have you known Nova?"
"Awhile." I take a drag of my cigarette, holding in the nicotine as long as I can before I probably make an ass out of myself. "You work with her long?"
"Awhile." She giggles. "Thank you for the drinks. It was a nice gesture for blowing me off at the bar."
I look up at her and realize she's teasing me. And wouldn't you know, that smirk on her face is making my cock twitch.
"You're welcome."
"You don't say much, do you?"
I can't help but smile at my conversation skills. "Not really much to say, I guess."
Finishing my smoke, I put it out on the ground and slide my hands in my pockets, eagerly waiting to see what she's going to say.
"How about I repay you for the drinks? It's the least I can do."
"It's not necessary."
She takes a last drag and tosses it to the ground. Standing beside me, she leans in close enough that I can smell the rum on her lips. "I want to." I turn my head to look at her hooded eyes and see what she wants.
"My apartment is just down the street. Grab your shit and let's go."
"Sounds good."
I open the door and usher her inside. I finish off my drink in one gulp and pay the tab. Jen meets me at the door and I press myself against her for the door to open. Even though my place is only a few blocks down the street, it feels like cities away until we reach the door. I haven't been with anybody since Nova, so to say I'm due a good fuck is an understatement.
I let her into my apartment, and before I have the chance to close the door, she's taking her jacket and shoes off, asking where the bedroom is. I point in the direction of where she needs to go, and as she makes her way, she slowly peels off her clothes. I'm quick to follow her lead, leaving a trail of clothing in our wake.
Just as she reaches the bed, I come up behind her, moving her hair off her shoulder to expose her neck. She smells of coconut and tastes like honey as I lick from her shoulder, up to her ear. A soft moan leaves her lips as I slide my hands over her rock-hard nipples, still covered by a black lace bra. "Take this off." She makes quick work undoing the front clasp, sliding the straps down her arms. She circles her arms around my neck. Arching her back, she pushes out her chest for me to caress. I pinch her nipples hard enough for her to draw in a quick breath. By now, she's sure to feel the raging hard-on I have for her, rubbing against her lower back.
"I wanna suck your cock."
I step away from her to give her room to turn around. Grabbing the top of my boxers, she pulls them down as she falls to her knees. She circles her hand around my shaft, squ
eezing and tugging me close to slide into her eager and hungry mouth. She takes me as far as the back of her throat, then starts to hum as she slides her lips up to the head, licking the precum off the tip before sucking me in again. She looks up at me through hooded eyes, sucking and licking her way up and down my cock. I tip my head back and close my eyes, losing myself in the moment. If I'm not careful, I'll blow my load down her throat before I can explore the rest of her.
"Stop." I pull away from her and grab her hands to lead her to stand.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. I wanna fuck you, if that's okay."
She giggles before laying on the bed. "I'm all yours."
I crawl between her legs, leaning down to kiss her greedy lips as she moans when I glide inside her ready pussy. Our tongues collide, fighting for domination. She curls her legs around my waist, drawing me further into her. Years of pent-up energy are about to be unleashed in her, and I'm losing what little control I have.
Her pussy walls are pulsating, my spine is tingling, and as we both fall over the edge, being lost in the intense wave is the only defence I have to offer when I moan Nova's name. Jen instantly stills beneath me as I realize what I just said. I rest my forehead against hers and close my eyes. "Fuck me."
"Fuck you is right! My name is Jen!"
I carelessly fall beside her on the bed, bringing my hands to cover my face. The bed dips beside me and when I finally look up, Jen already has her bra in place, and is marching out of the bedroom in search of the rest of her clothing. I lean up on my elbows, pondering how I'm going to salvage what's left of the night. "Jesus, Jen, I'm sorry."
A few moments later, she stands in front of me, fully dressed, with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. "I know we just met and all, but what the fuck was that?"
I get off the bed and slide my boxers on before bracing myself for the conversation that is sure to follow. "Nova and I have a very sordid history. I guess it was just habit saying her name."
"How sordid?"
"We were married. She's the only girl I've been with."
Jen tilts her head to the side and studies me. "Married? When? She said she's been with Corey all her life."
"I'm sure she would prefer that." I put my jeans on and sit back on the bed. " We got married because she got pregnant. Shit went down between us and she moved on with my best friend, Corey. End of story."
"That's Jerry Springer fucked up."
I lean my elbows on my knees and put my face in my hands. It suddenly hits me that Nova was the only girl I'd been with, until tonight. Flashes of Nova and I together for the first time are drowning me in emotions I long forgot about.
The music downstairs matches the beat of my heart, ready to tear through my chest at what is about to happen. We're both lying naked under the sheets of my friend's bed. We've touched each other before, licking, sucking, and kissing each other's most intimate areas, but what we're about to do is a game changer.
Nova pulls at my bottom lip with her teeth before pulling away from me. Without breaking our stare, she lays her head on the pillow and pulls me to lay on top of her. I can feel her quivering under me. I'm not sure if it's nerves, or if she's as ready for this as I am. I place my elbows on either side of her head and brush her hair away from her face.
"I love you, Nova." I kiss the tip of her nose. "Are you sure?"
Caught up with emotion, she nods her head and bites her lip. I bring my lips to hers as I enter her for the first time and fuck me, it feels like heaven. Slowly, inch by inch, I slide deeper and deeper into her, until I hit a barrier. I look down at Nova as she closes her eyes, waiting for the pain to come. Thinking it's better to get it over with than prolong the sensation, I drive past the tightness, calling her my beautiful girl and kissing the stray tears cascading down her temples. I stop moving to make sure she's okay, and when she opens her watery eyes, she smiles, giving me the unspoken words to carry on. I slow my thrusts, kissing her brows, her cheeks, her nose, until I reach my climax and spill into her.
After we get dressed, I hold her hand, kissing her knuckles as we make our way back to the party. Nobody's none the wiser of what life-changing moment just occurred between us, except maybe one.
Standing in the corner, surrounded by high school seniors drinking their way to a nasty hangover, is a pair of steely blue eyes belonging to my best friend. And if looks could kill, I think I'd be dead.
"Dane!"
I look up to see Jen has her coat, shoes, and purse hanging over her shoulder.
"Where'd you go? I've been calling your name for a while."
"Sorry." I move up the bed to lean against the headboard, grabbing a cigarette from the pack on my nightstand.
"Listen." She makes her way to stand in front of me. "I'm not sure what the deal is with you and Nova, but you're seriously hot as fuck. When you figure out what's going on in that head of yours, give me a call."
She drops a torn-off corner of the newspaper she wrote her name and number on and walks out of the apartment. Blowing blue smoke out of my nose, I look down and notice she wrote her name, heavy-handed, and drew four lines under it.
Nova
For the last couple weeks, Brenda's been feeling unwell and out of sorts, and with Christmas just around the corner, we figured we'd buy the guys tickets to Vegas for a UFC fight, Nunes vs Rousey. Corey needs time with his guy friends, and Grant needs to stop hovering over his pregnant, and very volatile wife.
Corey and I are leaning up against their kitchen counter, side by side, listening to Grant plead his case as to why he shouldn't leave, and she's screaming at him to get out of her hair. There's not much more I can listen to, and this stress isn't good for her. So, before my husband can tell me to stay out of it, I walk over to them and lean on the table with my arms braced in front of me.
"Grant, this is the Christmas present your loving wife has decided to gift you. She knows how stressed you are about her and the high-risk pregnancy, but you need a break as much as she does. Now please, go get your bag and have a guy's weekend in Vegas. It's Friday and you'll be back Sunday night. Bren is staying with me, in my bed, so if there's anything going on, anything, I won't hesitate to call you." I turn my focus to my emotional best friend. "And you, honey, need to calm your shit before your blood pressure skyrockets and you dive into the world of preeclampsia. Grant loves you beyond measure, you know this. It's making him crazy to see you suffer, so take it with a grain of salt, okay?"
Grant looks at his hot mess of a wife, to me, then to Corey. "My bag is upstairs, give me a minute." He stands up from the table, wearing a look of utter defeat, and walks out of the kitchen.
Brenda stands up and turns to Corey. "Please, make him relax. He needs to be away from this, at least for a little while."
Corey bends down to kiss her on the cheek. "I'll do my best, but only if you promise to let Nova take care of you."
"I always do. Don't know why you guys think I don't." She rubs her belly, taking a few deep breaths.
Grant comes down a few moments later with his bag in his hand. "I'll call you tonight when we land."
"Okay. Have a safe flight."
"I will. Enjoy your weekend with the girls."
"I will." She purses her lips to stop the tears from forming, but one look into Grant's eyes and the damn breaks. He's over to her in a heartbeat, holding her close and whispering calming words in her ear.
I turn to Corey. "Bye, babe. I love you. Keep the spending money for the strippers to a minimum, okay." I flash him my megawatt smile before he grabs me by the waist and crashes his lips against mine. He grabs my ass and squeezes hard enough to leave his handprint on me until he gets back, and leaves. Grant reluctantly follows behind, blowing one last kiss to Brenda.
Our Saturday is spent shopping and eating at the various kiosks in the mall. Exhausted, we've come back to the house to settle in for the night. The snow hasn't stopped falling since we got back to the house, and it's starting to wreak havo
c on the roads.
The girls are upstairs getting their pajamas on, and I'm in the kitchen getting popcorn ready for our chick flick movie marathon when I hear the front door opening with stomping boots and bantering male voices.
"So much for our marathon. Don't cheap out on the seasoning, Nova, or the butter. My babies are gonna be butterballs when they come out." She giggles as she walks to the bathroom. Rourke comes into the kitchen, laughing about something, with Dane close behind.
"Mom, check this out. Dane thought he could bet this girl twenty bucks if she—"
Dane elbows Rourke in the side. "Hey, c'mon, now. That's between us, dude."
Pouring half a cup of butter on Brenda's oversized bowl of popcorn, I start shaking the seasoning on. "How come you guys are back so early?" I tip my head to the side. "You're just in time for Dirty Dancing."
Both groan in unison. "I was getting tired of spending more time on my ass than on the snowboard. Besides, the roads are getting shitty, so here we are." Dane makes a disgusted look once he notices the amount of butter swimming in the bottom of the bowl.
Just to torture him, I hold the bowl up to his face. "Want some?" I grin as he looks like he's ready to dry heave, when I hear a shriek coming from Brenda. I drop the bowl of popcorn, scattering it all over the floor as I run to the bathroom. The latch on the sliding door hasn't worked properly in years, so gaining access inside is a non-issue. I see her sitting on the toilet with a panicked look on her face.
"Honey, what's wrong?" I stand in the doorway and see that everything around looks undisturbed, but there's a puddle of water in front of the toilet. "Bren?"
"I think my water just broke. My water just broke, Nova. It's too early and Grant's not here. I can't have the babies now because he's not here, Nova!"
I cup her face in my hands and try to get her to focus on me. "Brenda, listen to me. I'm right here with you, okay? I need you to focus on me and tell me what you feel. Are you having any pain?"