The NOVA Trilogy Boxed Set

by Jayce, Aven

  “Wow, I had no idea. But there’s so much out there that’s free. What’s the draw to a specific person?”

  Cove gives me a look like I’m gullible. “Why are you attracted to me? Why am I drawn to you? Looks are one reason. Some people become obsessed. Others are just loyal followers. They stay with the person they know, feel a connection to them, get used to that person in their life each day, or each week. They follow you to see what you’re up to, how you’ve changed, grown… no pun intended. I’ve met some people at Paul’s parties who think of me as a member of their family, even though the interaction doesn’t really exist. It’s scary at times. But yes, a big money maker.”

  I’m quiet as I take it all in and listen to how Cove spent his teenage years. Would I be as strong as he is today if I had gone through the same thing?

  “There’s also the deep web. I believe if your father is still into child pornography, that’s where you’d find it, or where he’ll head with his company soon. You need specific software to access it. It’s a sleazy area of the digital world with contract killings, sites to buy guns, and tons of pornography. If it’s illegal, it’s there.”

  “My God, I had no idea. I guess I never looked that far into any of this.”

  “That’s because you’re not a commercial whore, if you’re even a whore at all. Not in my book. I know what’s bad out there, and you’re not it. I don’t care if you’ve been with a lot of guys or what Devery thinks of you. No one can blame you for trying to feel better about yourself because of a shitty childhood. All I know is that I love you. My heart aches for you, and that’s never happened to me before.”

  I smile at his words. I won’t let my father separate us tomorrow. I can’t leave Vegas without him. “I love you too. And I’m sorry, Cove. Really, I am. Have you ever talked to anyone about this?”

  “My father. He knows, but he’s the only one. I’ve only told my mother a few things. She cries when I try to talk to her about Paul. It’s better if she doesn’t know the details of what happened. It just makes her sad and she has enough to worry about with my father in prison.”

  “Well, you can talk to me anytime you need to. I don’t know if I can help, but I can listen.”

  “I know, and I’m sorry I got you involved.”

  “Why were you so forthcoming about my father?” I ask. “I’m surprised by how much you’ve told me.”

  “How little, actually.”

  “Oh… really?”

  “Yes. And I talked to you because I didn’t want to lose you to him. I knew I only had one shot to explain a few things before he stepped in, after that, I left you alone to make up your own mind. I think the note he left for you and the phone message confirmed what I was trying to say.” He leans in and places a soft kiss on my lips, sweeping his tongue lightly against them. “Now…I’m opening up because I trust you,” he whispers. “And I love to talk to you and hear your voice, no matter what it’s about. Even my mistake with the condom,” he smiles and backs away.

  “Our mistake. There’re two of us here. You don’t always have to take the blame.”

  The plane bounces as we touch the runway. I yawn and stretch my arms, looking forward to the hotel and a soft bed. I can’t wait to undress this beautiful man.

  Cove looks at me and smiles, “that was easy. Definitely the best plane ride I’ve ever had.”

  “Me too, Babe. You ready for an even better ride?”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Cove locks the door to the hotel room. His shoulder rests against the wall, and he places his hands in his pockets. His head is slightly tilted while his eyes burn into mine. He unzips his fly with a grin.

  “Oh fuck. What am I supposed to do with that? That look, those eyes, your hard body? Tell me I can come right now and I will.”

  He takes off his jacket and lets it fall behind him. His tie is next. I stare and wait as he unbuttons his shirt with one hand and entices me with a tease of his flesh. Leisurely, unhurriedly, he begins to expose his body for me. My insides throb as the shirt falls, joining the rest of his clothes on the floor. He takes one step forward, unfastens his belt, sliding it out of his jeans.

  “I think I just…”

  “Shh, my love. Let me pleasure you.” He reaches out and wraps his belt around my waist, pulling me toward him. Our bodies meet. He’s warm; his heart races. “I’m going to make love to you, but this time we can take it slow. I want to feel every inch of you. I want to put my mouth places where you’ve never been touched. I want you to come over and over again because of me. Because you’re with me, and because there’s no one else.”

  “Oh my God,” I sigh. “I’m so wet for you right now. Undress me. I want you to touch me,” I plead.

  We kiss, chasing one another’s tongues. He rolls in warm and wet, then groans and pulls back out. “Where do you want me to touch you, Sweetness… here?” he asks, and places his hand under my dress. “Here?” his hand rises up to my breast. “Or here?” he whispers, forcing his tongue back into my mouth. My legs wobble from extreme pleasure.

  “Everywhere,” I exhale.

  He grips the bottom of my dress and pulls it over my head. My entire body is free for him to explore. I sit on the edge of the bed and watch as he approaches me; the bulge in his pants targeted at eye level. I reach out to touch him only to be caught by his hand.

  “Tsk-tsk. Be patient. I haven’t even slid my tongue inside you yet. Lie back and spread your legs for me.”

  I fall heavily onto the bed with my hands above my head. “I surrender, be gentle,” I smile.

  He laughs; his hands slide under my garter belt. “Do I have to?”

  “No, but keep in mind that you’re next,” I say, looking down to see a grin.

  “That sounds more like a treat than a threat.”

  He places tantalizing kisses around my stomach. My toes curl as he slides his tongue inside my belly button. “Hmm. I think that makes you happy.”

  I let out a quiet moan as I drop my head onto the bed. His tongue swirls. His delicate lips brush across my stomach, lowering inch by inch until his mouth touches my outer lips.

  “You smell wonderful,” he says, as he kneels on the floor and pulls my body to the very edge of the bed. My G-spot pulsates as his graceful tongue finds its way inside. I whimper and clutch the sheets. My legs straighten, my body sent up and away from him. He laughs and grasps my hips. “Oh no, beautiful, you can’t escape.” He pulls me back and enjoys the fight.

  “That’s maddening. My head spins when you do that. It’s too much.” I moan.

  “Take a deep breath and let yourself go. Enjoy my tongue and fingers inside of you.” He dives in then slides back out against the roof of my inner space. His mouth travels up to my beating spot, traces and races around and back down to taste my sweet juices. “That’s better. Stay with me. Enjoy it before you have to beg me to stop.”

  He blows lightly on my clit. I feel my orgasm stir deep inside. My body is covered in goose bumps, and I can no longer open my eyes. With one swift movement he has two fingers inside, gliding in and out. I cry out his name as he encircles my engorged jewel once more. His tongue flutters, licks, and sucks.

  “I can’t take this!” I yell, my legs closing around his head. “No…I can’t… stop.”

  He pulls his fingers out and I instantly lose control. My hips thrust off the bed as I search for his flesh. “Oh my God, don’t do this to me… you can’t stop now, not now Cove, I need you.” I place my fingers over my spot and quickly move them to finish my release. He pushes my hand away and I’m left to kick and squirm.

  “Not yet, Baby,” he whispers. “It’s way too soon.”

  “Uh,” I moan. “Yes, now… please,” I whine and plead. My body shakes from head to toe. He climbs over me and holds my hands above my head, placing his rewarding tongue into my mouth. I rub against him and he lifts his waist to forbid contact with his cock. “God, I’m still there, right on the edge. How long will this last? Just touch me, set me free,
” I groan.

  “I knew I could get you to beg,” he says softly into my ear. “Sweetness… you know we just started. Do I turn you on that much that you can’t control yourself?”

  “Yes,” I pant. “You do. Just put a finger down there and I’ll come.”

  “I won’t let you give in just yet.”

  “Aaah… my entire body tingles.”

  “Yes, that was my plan,” he grins.

  I exhale and finally allow my body to relax then take two deep breaths. In and out. Slowly. In… and out.

  “Better?” he whispers.

  I nod yes.

  “Good, let’s continue.”

  “What are you going to do to me?”

  “Don’t sound so defeated, you can take control anytime. You can fight back too you know. No need to submit to me.”

  “Yeah, but I like it.”

  “I know,” he says, kissing my neck. He skims one finger around my breast and grazes the nipple, then slithers around my abdomen in a snake-like motion. He reaches down and rouses my spot. A finger circles my opening. “Here… this is where my dick will be in about five minutes.”

  I sigh, opening my legs wide with approval. He bites and tugs at my bottom lip, his breathing faster with each passing second. I unzip him, pulling his stiff cock onto my stomach. He slides completely out of his pants and lies next to me naked. His mouth rushes against mine, soft and wet. We moan and our hands explore one another’s flesh.

  “Make me come, Cove. I want you,” I whisper.

  “You sweet thing,” he says. His lips touch my chest then move to my clit. He places his entire mouth over it, letting his breath gradually warm the area. His tongue unleashes across my girlish erection and I whimper with each quick encounter.

  “More,” I mumble as my inner thighs rock into his chest. He grabs my waist and with one quick flip I’m on my stomach.

  “Give me your hand,” he demands.

  I place it behind my back and he puts my index finger in his mouth, moistening it from base to tip.

  “Position it over your beautiful spot, but don’t move it. Keep it still over the area like you’re against my dick.”

  I slide my extended finger in front of my aroused area and keep it still. Cove caresses my ass, parting my cheeks. “You’re gorgeous. I’m going to push my tongue inside of you, back here,” he says, circling his thumb over my anal opening.

  “Jesus, that feels good.”

  “I haven’t done anything yet, beautiful.”

  I wait patiently. Sex with men has always been a quick fuck to have an orgasm, both from my end and the guy’s. Cove’s much more enduring than anyone I’ve ever been with, and that includes myself.

  “Let me know when you get close, okay?”

  “I’ll try,” I reply. “But I think you’ll know whether I tell you or not.”

  I feel warm saliva drop over my ass and then his thumb rubs the area. He gently pushes a fingertip inside. I hold my breath and tighten around it.

  “Relax, Sophia. Open back up.” He pulls the tip away and kisses the spot. I jerk with anticipation. His tongue slides slowly inside. I turn my head so my forehead is on the bed and I open my mouth in a gasp of elation. “Oh, Cove. Fuck,” I moan.

  “Try not to move. I know you want to stroke yourself, but try to stay still.”

  “I want to come.”

  “I know, Baby. You will. Give me a minute and you will.” His tongue moves at a snail’s pace in and out. I’ve never felt so sensual and erotic in my life. There’s a hard pulse against my finger with each entry and a twitch as he slides out.

  “Mmm…God, Babe,” I cry out. “Make me come, I’m ready.”

  “Move slowly, gently onto your finger. Don’t lose control, keep with the pace of my tongue.”

  I follow his instructions. With each slip inside, I push against my finger and tighten my insides. As he slides his tongue out, I relax. I grip at the bed with my free hand as my orgasm builds.

  “Faster, Cove.”

  “No. Keep it slow. Feel it,” he whispers. “Let me make love to you.”

  I whine with each penetration. My finger ridged, my insides tense. I raise my head off the bed as he parts my inner lips with his finger, sliding far inside. He puts pressure on my G-spot and rubs to match the speed of his tongue.

  I climb. My toes stretch out and my body shakes.

  “Make me come…oh yes. I’m going to come,” I wail, as my finger presses hard against my clit and pulses shoot through my body. Cove immediately replaces his fingers with his cock, pushing deep inside. He stops and holds himself, resting his hand on my forehead to support my head.

  “Come, you sweet thing. Come all over my dick. Let me feel you.”

  “Oh, Cove,” I scream. Lost. Quivering. Out of control.

  He holds me close. My head and arms restrained. “Give it to me, Sophia,” he demands. “Let me take each pulse that you release.” He pushes as far in as my body will allow, keeping still until my throbbing muscles come to rest.

  I pant and sigh, unable to speak. Cove slowly moves his hands, freeing my head and upper body to collapse to the bed. He brushes my hair away from my ear and places a soft kiss on my lobe.

  “I can’t believe I have myself inside of you. My heart can’t take the love I feel right now. Here… on top of you… my dick surrounded by your warm, wet, flesh,” he says quietly. “I can’t believe it.”

  I moan, at a loss for words. My head tucked deep into the bed as I feel his cock twitch inside of me, craving to move. I tighten around him. He laughs and twitches his erection again.

  “Sophia,” he whispers. “Turn over and look at me.” He slides out and waits for me to respond.

  I’m exhausted, but I don’t want to sleep. That would mean I’d lose the precious moments I have left with him. I need to stay awake. I won’t let him out of my sight. Not until the time comes.

  I feel a tear form in the corner of my eye, then another. My lip quivers and a stream of water erupts and drips onto the bed. I speedily try to regain control, taking in a deep panicky breath. No luck. I let out a small cry then irregularly inhale, quickly coming undone in front of him.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks in a hushed tone. “Sophia, what did I do?”

  I turn and wrap my arms around him, burrowing my head into his chest. I weep, unable to control or understand the feelings that somersault out. What the hell is happening?

  He kisses the top of my head and rubs my back, trying desperately to comfort me. “Please talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

  “I-I don’t kn-know,” I say, as sporadic words tumble out of my mouth. “I t-think I’m happy,” I snort.

  He laughs and kisses the tears on my face. “Thank God.”

  “No. T-this is bad,” I stammer, unable to breathe. I start to hyperventilate; my body feels like it’s on fire. Control yourself, Sophia. Everything is okay. Calm down. Breathe.

  Cove rises and rolls me over to sit on the edge of the bed. He kneels and encases my body in his arms. “Calm down… shh. Take a deep breath,” he says, kissing my forehead, cheeks, lips, and ending with the warm brush of his lips over my eyes. My tears wane as he holds me tight. He presses his mouth against mine. He won’t allow any further cries to escape. “Why do you feel this way? Talk to me.”

  “You’re n-not staying here, Cove.” I wipe my face with my hands and fall back onto the bed, my arm stretched across my forehead. I stare at the ceiling, taking in deep breaths. “Not in Vegas. I can’t leave without you.”

  “Sophia,” he whispers. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do.” He rubs my thighs then places his head on my stomach and slides his hands under my back. We lay in silence. I can feel his heart beat on my lower abdomen. I place my hand into his hair, gently massaging his head. I wonder if I’m the one who needs a plan and not him. I’m relying on Cove to fix this, to make it happen, but maybe this needs to come from me. Mera is my friend after all. We’re here for her.

 
“Have you ever wanted to kill my father?”

  Cove jerks up and stands hastily next to the bed. He looks down at me, his erection gone, his face troubled by my question. “No.”

  “I have, so you must have as well.”

  “No. I need Paul alive. If he dies then there’s no hope for my father to be released from prison. Not until he’s served his time. Paul has information about NOVA. I need it.” He takes two bottles of Scotch from the mini bar and tosses one on the bed. “Sit up and do a shot with me.”

  “Cove, it’s not even eleven in the morning.”

  “I know, and you’re upset, and we’re both tired. It will help, trust me.”

  We open the small bottles and fling our heads back. I clench my eyes shut as it goes down. He takes the empty plastic container from my hand and throws both in the trash.

  “Another?” he asks.

  “No.”

  I lie back as he takes a shot of whiskey from the bar and pitches it down in a split second.

  “Those are outrageously expensive, not to mention that’s like your fifth shot in six hours.”

  “Fourth, I think. And I need it so that I don’t break down like you just did.”

  “I had a panic attack.”

  “I know. I’m almost there as well.”

  “You still have hope that your father will be released?”

  Cove walks past me and pulls the pillows out from under the covers then tugs the blanket back. He places his hands under my armpits and gently slides my body up to the unmade spot. I rest my head on the soft pillow and watch as he crawls over me to the other side. He wraps his arms and legs around me and sighs.

  “Yes. I wouldn’t be here today if I didn’t have hope. He’ll come home some day. Paul took him from me when I needed him the most.”

  “He’ll do the same thing to us.”

  He’s silent for a moment, swallowing hard. “It’s bad karma to wish death onto people. I’m guilty of it. I’ve thought that way in the past, but believe me it won’t get you anywhere. My father and I used to discuss things like that when I was a teenager. He has more anger toward Paul than I do. I am his son after all, and he wanted to protect me. It destroyed him that he couldn’t. We’ve always been strong for one another. It’s best to try to get that thought out of your head.”