The NOVA Trilogy Boxed Set

by Jayce, Aven

  “We stay strong for one another. Love and hope, some prayers, and alcohol. It all helps. And now I’m thankful Cove has Sophia. He deserves to feel and experience real love. He needs her.”

  “I think she needs him as well,” Devery says. “I really thought Paul was telling me the truth, that Cove was forcing her into the live cams, and then I heard he flew her to the porn expo. I was concerned for her safety, but I believe she’s genuinely in love. When I did talk to her on the phone in Vegas, she insisted Paul had kidnapped her friend and is responsible for everything that’s happened to you and your family. Hearing those words from her made me step back and rethink what I know, or I should say, what little I know. Now I realize I’ve been conned for many years, by both Paul and my brothers.”

  “Paul did take Mera, Sophia’s friend. That’s why Cove and Sophia flew out there. Cove thought that if he apologized for the live cam and made amends that Paul would let Mera go.”

  “That easily?”

  “He had a video as well.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Cove’s virginity. The NOVA followers demanded it for years but Cove would rather take a beating from Dayne and Paul than comply. His father and I always taught him that love was meaningful. He despised Paul’s world so much that it was the one thing he wouldn’t let go of; he wouldn’t allow Paul to have everything. He does love Sophia, but unfortunately he taped his first time with her and offered it to Paul as an exchange for Mera.”

  “I have no idea what to say about all of this. Excuse my language, you know I don’t like to swear, but that’s fucked up. You said you taught him that love is meaningful, yet he made a sex tape of her and gave it to Paul?”

  “He’s confused. She means the world to him and it was meaningful, for sure, but Paul’s company isn’t. He wanted to help her and he did it the only way he knew how. This is the life he’s had to live for more than a decade. It’s all he knows.”

  “Leondra, promise me you’ll make him see a therapist.”

  Leondra laughs and nods her head. “I’ve tried. Perhaps one day he will of his own accord. I need him back here first, and right now I’d do anything just to hear his voice.” She looks at her watch and makes a mental note that her plane leaves in five hours. It’s almost time to get ready.

  “What time does your flight leave for Vegas?”

  “How did you… is it that obvious?”

  “Your son went to Vegas to meet with Paul, you can’t reach him, and you have a suitcase in your living room. I don’t think you’re going to the Bahamas.”

  “I’ll be heading to the airport in about two hours.”

  Devery stands and walks from the terrace to the painting studio. She finds a small wastebasket and takes it outside to pick up the broken pieces from her coffee mug. One-by-one, she places the shards in the basket, kneeling next to Leondra on the cold concrete. Her hands shake. She’s angry with her brothers, and needs a plan to help Leondra, Sophia, and Cove. What can she do?

  “It’s forty degrees out here today, Dev. Let’s head inside where it’s warm and continue catching up on life.”

  “I have one more question, well two, before we lose our privacy indoors.”

  “Ask away.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes,” Leondra responds without hesitation. “I do. You’ve never given me a reason not to trust you.”

  Devery smiles and places her hand on her cousin’s forearm. “And, do you have a plan?”

  “We’ll see,” Leondra smiles back. “This may all be over in one shot. As my husband always says, the sun must set before it can ever rise.”

  CHAPTER ONE

  “Shh,” Cove whispers, as I wake to feel his hand on my breast. He places soft kisses along the nape of my neck; his cock is hard, pressed against my lower back. I whimper and moan. “It’s early. We’re probably alone. Let me make love to you before….”

  His words trail off as I take his mass in my hand, moving my body toward him as he pushes partway inside. He slides his hand down my stomach and gently brushes his fingers across my clit. I exhale in approval.

  He copies my quiet erotic sounds, burying his face in my hair while he slides deeper inside. My body is aroused and trembles as he fills me. He lets out a low dominant laugh; amused by his power and my appreciation for his morning wood. The dim light entering the room disappears as he pulls the top sheet over us. It’s quiet, secretive, and comfortable under the covers with him. His breath on my back is heavy and warm and I’m overwhelmed by the slow tender movements of his hands caressing my breasts, his lips tracing my shoulders, and his cock firmly satisfying my center. I want him to take control and enjoy himself before we’re ordered by my father to role-play for the paying clients. If Cove’s right, and we’re alone right now, then we’re going to enjoy the moment. He can fuck me however he wants. God, I love this man.

  “Jesus,” he whispers as he nibbles at my ear. “You feel incredible. Maybe we can just hang out in bed and fuck all day.”

  I place my hand on his hip and stop his movements, in need of his lips on mine. He slides out and I roll to face him, looking into his vibrant eyes as he pushes back inside. My hand touches the bristly side of his face, stubble from two days of not shaving.

  “I’ll never be able to get enough of you,” he groans in-between kisses. He pulls me close to his chest while his cock continues to hunt for pleasure. I kiss and suck his nipples as he thrusts faster and grows wider, stretching me wide. We do our best to stay silent, hidden from the world in a request for privacy under the sheets.

  Cove moves on top and sets a hand to each side of my face, his eyes inches from mine. He tilts my head back and sets tender kisses under my chin then travels along my cheek and back to my mouth.

  “Do you want me to come for you?” he whispers.

  His words cause a swell of sensations down below. Yes, please. God yes, I want to yell, but my only answer is the sound of pure ecstasy. He puts a hand up to my mouth and runs his index finger around my lips. I open and his two fingers are quickly inside. The suck and circling of my tongue on his flesh entices him and his cock goes wild, driving passionately in and out.

  “Mmm, mmm,” he explodes in approval, placing both hands on the bed, lifting his chest off of mine. “Ah,” his sounds come from deep in his throat. Powerfully, he lunges into me, harder, deeper. It’s dark under the covers, but I can see his face and that he’s biting his lower lip. He opens his eyes and smiles as he catches me staring at him.

  “Come for me, Babe,” I say.

  “I’ll take care of you when I’m done, Okay? I’ll make sure you’re satisfied. I promise.”

  “Don’t worry about me all the time. Let yourself go and enjoy the moment. I don’t always have to come.”

  He lowers his head and moans as his tongue erupts in my mouth; his movement now calm and precise. He glides his cock slowly and methodically in and out, his lips tense against mine, and his hands rest on the bed by my breasts. I hear him exhale and feel his warm breath on my neck as he whispers something inaudible. A drop of something wet hits my cheek and I realize it’s a tear. His love for me is clear. He places his forehead on my heart and I feel the first rush of his semen, then another. He’s cumming… inside of me. Oh, Cove.

  I don’t stop him. It’s too late.

  “Fuck,” he whispers and pants. “Oh, fuck.”

  He sighs and collapses next to me, his face in the pillow. “I’m sorry,” he says.

  I push the sheet off our heads and turn to look at him.

  “Cove. We’ve already talked about this. What the hell?”

  “I can’t believe I just did that. Fucking idiot.”

  “Yeah, you are. What if you just got me pregnant?”

  “I’m so sorry, Sophia.”

  “Aargh,” I grumble and kick my feet. “Is there a turkey baster in that kitchenette next to us? Do you think you can suck your stuff out of me?”

  “You can’t be serious.”
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  “No, I’m not serious. I’m pissed.”

  Cove rolls onto his back and places his arm over his eyes.

  “Were you crying?” I ask. “I think I felt a tear on my cheek when you were on top of me.”

  “Soph, just tell me what I can do to fix this. It’s still close for you, isn’t it? I mean, on the plane four days ago you said it was around that time. Has it passed?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “You said you could always tell. Are you ovulating now?” His voice cracks when he asks the question.

  “I couldn’t tell this time. But I would bet we’re in trouble. Or, I’m in trouble.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Yeah. Fuck.”

  We lay in silence and wait for the other to speak. I look up at the ceiling fan and wonder if the camera is on. My first instinct is to cover my breasts, but I also don’t give a shit anymore. My father’s had me locked in this room for two days, and Cove for one. I’m more concerned about getting the hell out of here than the possibility of being pregnant.

  “If I’m pregnant, he’ll let me go. Right? Isn’t that what you said he does to employees who get pregnant?”

  “Yeah, it’s a breach of contract. I’m not sure it will work for us though.”

  “Why not?”

  “I just don’t. We’re different. We’re too close to him, like family.”

  “I am family.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  “I suppose,” I mumble, concerned that I may be locked in this room for months and have to give birth in here as well. “Fuck.”

  Cove sighs and holds my hand in his. “Remember what I said last night. The shit will hit the fan sooner than we both know.”

  “Well, I wish the shit would hit that fan,” I say, pointing up to the ceiling. I sit up and grab the notepad and pencil from the desk next to the bed and write Cove a note.

  Who will watch Lewis when your mother leaves?

  Cove takes the notepad and writes back.

  Haverty from the Scarlett. He’ll take care of everything. My parents have known him for years. He’ll watch our places, take care of the Scarlett, and make sure Lewis is well cared for. He loves animals. Don’t worry.

  I take the pad and draw a smiley face on it. Cove smiles back, leans over, and plants a kiss on my forehead.

  “I’m sorry, Baby.”

  I crumble the small piece of paper into a ball. “We need to flush this.”

  He takes it from my hand and gets out of bed. “I’ll take care of it. I need a shave and a shower. Why don’t you go back to sleep and I’ll wake you up when I’m done,” he says, covering me with the sheet. “And, I’m sorry I ruined the moment.”

  “It’s okay. I can pleasure myself if I need to.”

  “Wait, what? I thought you were upset and not in the mood anymore. Fuck, let me satisfy you, don’t do it yourself. You have me now for that.”

  “So, I can never masturbate again?”

  “Well, I didn’t say that, but I’m right here. Is that what you plan on doing when I’m in the shower? If so, I’m taking you in there with me so I can do it, or at least watch.”

  “No, I was only joking. Go ahead and clean up and I’ll try to relax for a while, hopefully I can clear my head and fall back asleep. What time is it anyway?” I ask with a yawn.

  “The clock reads eight.”

  “Eight? In the morning? Cove, that’s only like four hours of sleep. Why don’t you come back to bed too?”

  “No, I want to be wide awake when Dayne comes through that door with our breakfast. I have some questions for him.”

  “How do you know he’s coming? I never told you that.”

  “Well, how do you know he’s coming?”

  “My father told him to bring us breakfast in the morning. I heard him say it last night in his office.”

  “Oh. I just assumed someone would bring us something to eat, and it’s not going to be someone from outside the house. He’s the logical person to come in here, unless Doron’s around.”

  I pause and sigh, wondering when he’ll be here. “What are you going to ask him?”

  “Why your father gave you that tattoo. What his plans are for us… for you. How long they’re going to keep you here.”

  “My father didn’t give me the tattoo. Dayne did.”

  “What?” Cove raises his voice, stunned by this information. “Why didn’t you tell me that last night? What do you mean Dayne gave it to you? What happened?” he asks and sits down on the bed next to me.

  “I’m not really sure. He drugged me.”

  “Fuck, what do you mean he drugged you? What the fuck, Soph. How come you didn’t tell me about this?”

  “We were fighting, then talking about your childhood, then fucking, and then we fell asleep. I didn’t have a chance. Tell me why you weren’t upset last night when you heard I signed the contract, but you were after you saw the tattoo?”

  “Because I thought you signed a contract for the release of the airplane video, but when I saw the tat I knew it was more than that. The tat means the contract isn’t just for one video release; it’s for you to be an employee. Fucking Paul Jameson,” he pauses. “But it wasn’t Paul, it was Dayne? Paul made you sign the contract, but Dayne gave you the tat? So Paul didn’t know about the tattoo? That’s why they got in a fist fight last night?”

  “Yeah. My father said when I signed the contract I would only need to be in a few more videos, probably not more than ten, but I didn’t believe him because of the tat. Why would they ink me with Property of Jameson Industries if I wasn’t going to do this for very long? I asked him about it, showed him the tat, and he called Dayne into his office. He didn’t have a clue Dayne did that to me.”

  “Whoa. Okay, let me try and process this. What the fuck are you up to Dayne Rosen?”

  “Has he done this before?”

  “Probably, but it’s different because it’s you. I mean, obviously your father doesn’t sign an approval form for every employee who works in his company; that would be impossible. He relies on his top men and women in certain regions for that; he only takes care of the big names. But this is so close to home, literally. Dayne crossed a lot of lines. First, that fucker drugged you. Does your father know that?”

  “Yes, he knows I was drugged, but he thought it was because I was out of control and Dayne needed to calm me down.”

  “What a shithead, both of them,” he says. “Second, he gave you a tat and kept it a secret from your father. I bet Paul feels betrayed, and he probably knows Dayne’s up to something. It could get ugly around here if they’re not speaking. Maybe we won’t get breakfast. There’s food in the kitchenette area, right?”

  “Cove, why do you think Dayne did this to me?”

  “I don’t know, Soph. Either to prove a point to your father, or because he has an idea of how to use you in the future. He may have a new project lined up with you in mind, other than the one happening right now. It could all just be about control too. Dayne may want to show your father that he has power over him.”

  “Fuck.”

  “I won’t let him use you, he’ll have to kill me first. Your father won’t either. He won’t allow Dayne to have that much control. Your father owns this company, not the Rosens, no matter what they think. They’re peons next to him, just like the rest of us.”

  I pull the sheets over my head and groan.

  “Hey,” Cove whispers, touching my thigh. “Do you remember getting the tat? Did it hurt?”

  “No, I woke up and felt a pinch in the area and saw it in the mirror. I had no idea. I was knocked out.”

  “So you don’t know if he touched you or not?”

  I peek out from the sheet. “God, I hope not. I don’t think so. No. Would he do that?”

  “I already told you Dayne fucks everyone.”

  “Yeah, but I was drugged. That’s illegal.”

  Cove laughs and shakes head. “Soph, so is kidnapping… and child pornography… a
nd …”

  “Okay. I get it. I forgot.”

  He looks at me with a smile. “You saw Mera?”

  “Yeah, unfortunately I saw her getting fucked in the ass by Dayne, and after that we argued because she said she liked it here. She seems different.”

  “Yeah, this life can change people pretty quickly.”

  “It’s only been a few days since they brought her here,” I sigh, thinking back to how rapidly my life has changed in the past couple of weeks as well. “I’m different too.”

  “How so?” Cove asks as he slides back under the sheet next to me. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pull him close. Our lips meet for a deep kiss.

  “I’m in love,” I whisper. “I’ve never been in love before. Not like this. Not the way this feels. I can’t stay angry with you, and I feel so alone when you’re not by my side. It actually hurts. I can’t explain what it is. But something inside of me aches.”

  “I know. I love you too, Sophia,” he softly murmurs, placing his lips back to mine. His hand runs along my side, down to my hips then back up to my breast. Slowly and tenderly he caresses it with one hand, circling the flesh until I’m aroused.

  “I don’t want to be with anyone else. Only you,” I say.

  “Good,” he exhales. “I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”

  I take his hand from my breast and lower it to my most sensitive area. He moans as his fingers slide along my slick inner lips. I’m wet and ready for him. I need him.

  “Put your fingers inside of me,” I beg.

  He rounds my clit and smiles as I take in a deep breath and wait for him to inch inside.

  “You’ve never been this wet before. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

  “How long are your fingers?”

  “They’re pretty long, Soph,” he chuckles. “You know that. You can feel them right now.”

  “Slide them in as far as you can.”

  “All of them?”

  “No, two is enough,” I grin. “Go deep.”