The NOVA Trilogy Boxed Set

by Jayce, Aven

  Paul thrusts into her and feels her body tighten over his. Her mouth drops open, her face flush, craving a release. Finally, it comes… she comes. One of the few orgasms she’s ever had with a man. She gasps and digs her nails into his shoulders. Her body spasms, her head collapses into Paul’s chest, and she screams in gratification. He runs his hands along her back until her breathing calms and the pulsations around his dick cease.

  She lets out a high-pitched laugh and throws her head back with a smile. “God, that was good.”

  Paul touches her clit and she shrieks then laughs again. “I’m too sensitive, Paul. Give me a moment, please.”

  “Fuck that. Trust me, you want to feel this. It’s better when you’re sensitive.” He picks her up and places her ass on his desk.

  A loud pound of a fist on Paul’s office door stops both of them from further movement.

  “Dev! Get the fuck out of that room!” a voice shouts from the other side of the door.

  “No,” she whispers. “It’s Dayne.”

  “Fucking asshole,” Paul says. “Get dressed. He won’t stop until you come out.”

  Thank God.

  She forgoes her underwear that’s still in his bedroom, and slides into her slip, skirt, and blouse. Paul’s in his robe, and he re-lights the cigar that was resting on his desk. He looks at his Mac before opening a drawer to the right where he pulls out a gun. Devery slowly reaches for her coat, picks up her purse, and stuffs her bra inside. “What’s the matter, Dev? You do something wrong? Your reaction to my gun tells me you’re worried… what are you so nervous about this evening? Hmm? I don’t know what the fuck you’re guilty of, but I sure can feel it. It’s in this room. Around your body, in your eyes.”

  She’s unable to speak. Dayne pounds on the door and Paul’s face turns pale. “Too bad your brother didn’t let me finish, now I’ll have to jerk off. It’s not my favorite thing to do… I’d much rather fuck a woman than my hand.” He stands and she takes a step back. “What? You afraid of me now?” He releases the safety, raises his gun, and points it at her head. “You’re here all weekend? ‘Til Sunday?”

  Devery nods and Paul smiles. She’s sweating.

  “So if I go through my files on Saturday, and I notice anything’s missing, moved, or added to my computer, I’ll be able to find you, right?”

  “I’ll be here, Paul. But I didn’t touch your computer.”

  “You need money?” he asks. “You trying to get into my bank account?”

  “Paul, that’s crazy.”

  The doorknob shakes and Dayne’s voice cuts through the room. “Devery, now!”

  Paul looks deep into her eyes, moves the gun to the right of her head toward the door, and fires.

  “Don’t fuck with me, Devery Rosen.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  “Fuck. I can’t believe he didn’t have both feet in bounds for that final play. Damn.”

  “What does that mean? I thought he caught it?”

  “He did, but he was out of bounds. It wasn’t a legal catch… and in the last minute no less. Fuck.”

  Cove places his empty glass on the desk and walks back to the bathroom. “Fuck!” he yells out again, somewhat drunk. By the way he’s moving I would say the focus on the last part of the game has supplanted his thoughts about his foot. “Fuck,” I hear again from the far end of the suite. The toilet flushes and the water runs in the sink. Wow, a guy who washes his hands after going to the bathroom. He is a keeper. I turn off the flat screen and the light next to the bed. The room is dark except for the soft glow from the fireplace, which seems like it’s been on for days.

  “Soph,” he says, still nude and leaning against the doorframe to the kitchenette and bath. He’s erect, and holding his balls in one hand. “I’ve been sloppy all day. I messed up our morning love making, and then I wasn’t able to pleasure you in the Keep. You’ve been so patient during the game. How can I reward you?”

  I stand, walk hurriedly toward him, place my hand behind his neck, and pull his mouth to mine. I kiss him deeply, my tongue in a dance with his. My hand follows his firm abs down to his hand that’s still resting over his sac. I push it away and put pressure with two of my fingers about an inch behind it, then move in a circular motion. He groans and his cock twitches.

  “I can tell you what I don’t want my reward to be,” I whisper. “No anal, wheelbarrow, or any other sex moves that a client has told you to perform. I want sweet, everyday, missionary style, loving sex, and that should be a reward for both of us.”

  He smiles and his head drops in relief as his body relaxes.

  “You don’t have to perform, and neither do I. We don’t even have to come if we don’t want to. Let’s just enjoy the closeness of one another, being with one another. Lay on top of me, fill me, and we’ll take it from there. Maybe you’ll move fast, hard, and lose control, or maybe we’ll just stare into one another’s eyes for hours.”

  I take his hand and guide him to the bed. He sits on the edge and watches me take a bag of jewelry out of my suitcase. I remove a beaded necklace I brought to wear with my black dress, and toss it next to him. His eyes light up and he grins from ear to ear.

  “Is that for me, or for you?” he inquires.

  “It’s for both of us.”

  “Ah,” he laughs and lies back with his arms stretched over his head. “I thought you wanted plain old missionary style sex.”

  I straddle his waist and slide my wet inner lips over his cock, stop at his tip and massage his chest. He closes his eyes and turns his head to the side, in pure ecstasy from my touch.

  “Yes, intimate love making. I’m craving it from you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t throw a toy into the mix. You’re going to be on top, and I want you to slide into me so I can feel all of you deep inside, and as you move…”

  “God, Soph. When we get out of here I’m going to spend an entire day in bed with you, just doing things like this,” he whispers. “A day probably won’t be long enough. A weekend would be better. An entire weekend, just the two of us making love.”

  I lean over and pleasure him with light nips on his lips. He moans and slides his shaft forward, against me. His eyes open and he looks up at the camera hidden within the ceiling fan. My head tilts back and I stare along with him.

  “It’s probably not on. Dayne and your father are both busy.”

  “Still, maybe we can go somewhere else,” I suggest.

  “Just because we haven’t noticed or found other recording devices, doesn’t mean they’re not in the room.”

  “I’m not going to share you with the rest of the world tonight, Cove. Can you think of anywhere in this house that we can be alone?”

  “I’m sure your father’s suite is private, but we’d never get in there, plus it’s taken.” He thinks for a moment, then frowns and lets out a sigh.

  “What?”

  “Dayne’s suite. He’d have a fit if he found out Paul had cameras in there. He’d never put himself in a position where he’d be online. He fucks in front of people all the time, but not for the company, not for clients or for the sites. It’s for his own pleasure. But, we’re not going in there.”

  “Why?”

  “Soph, really? He’d beat the shit out of me if he found out I was in his part of the house.”

  “I’ve been over there. He’s got a large sofa and recliner in his living room. If he’s in the bedroom with Mera, we could sneak in and leave before they wake up in the morning.”

  “No.”

  “I understand your hesitation, and I know Dayne’s hurt you in the past. He’s a nasty shithead when he speaks, but think about what happened here tonight. He let us swim.”

  He looks up at the camera and back to me.

  “Cove, I don’t want to be online anymore. Yes, we’re naked right now, and people have seen us fuck, but I want to be alone with you. We haven’t been able to really let go and relax since the hotel room. I’d like both of us to have an orgasm, or even just cuddle in o
ne another’s arms, without a client jerking off to our bodies, or touch, or the expressions on our faces.”

  He lets out a deep sigh and closes his eyes.

  “Don’t be afraid of Dayne, I don’t think he’ll hurt you again. Not with Mera in charge of him.”

  A hard laugh comes from the doorway and I see the silhouette of Dayne’s massive figure. Mera scurries in next to him and he places his arm over her shoulder. They both have towels wrapped around their waists and the smell of chlorine fills the room.

  “I came to tuck you guys in, make sure you’re not planning anything here in your suite, and what do I hear? First, you think my woman’s in charge of me, and second, you want to sneak into my private space and fuck on my furniture. You gonna leave cum and juices on my things so when I get up in the morning I’ll sit in it?”

  “Dayne, what’s the big deal? Let them have some time alone together,” Mera says.

  “I already lost my balls today when I let Star use the pool. My dick’s gonna disappear this time if I hand out a second favor.”

  “Dayne, you’re going to do this for me, not for them,” Mera scolds, as she points a finger at him. “Besides, think about it this way, Paul wouldn’t approve.”

  Smart. Good job, Mera. Using that kind of reasoning on this dumbass will work. Yes, my father would be upset and that would make Dayne happy. I can tell Mera really likes him. She’s in complete control, which is what works for her when she’s in a relationship. She has to be in charge.

  Dayne hesitates. He places his hand on the doorframe above his head and looks at the two of us.

  “Let’s go,” Mera smiles. “Back to your place. You two can come along.”

  There’s a burst of laughter and a scream echoing down the hall from my father’s office. The four of us turn toward the sounds.

  “I guess Paul has a whore for the night,” Dayne smirks.

  “It’s Devery,” I respond. Cove quickly covers my mouth with wide eyes. He shakes his head no and I instantly regret my words. There’s a loud thud as Dayne’s fist hits the wall. He moves rapidly down the hall and disappears.

  “Here we go,” Cove whispers. “This oughta be good.”

  Mera races to catch up with Dayne. There’s pounding on the office doors, then silence, and pounding again.

  “Dev!” Dayne shouts. “Get the fuck out of that room!”

  Cove gets out of bed and pulls a t-shirt over his head then slides into a pair of boxers. He walks to the door, peers down the hall with a hand stretched out behind, and orders me to stay back.

  There’s only silence from the office and Dayne pounds the door again. I hear him turn the doorknob a few times, but the door is secure.

  “Devery, now!”

  I jump and sprint to the door as a gun goes off. The sound fills the house and my ears ring. What the fuck.

  “Mera!” I scream.

  I’m held back as Cove tries to see what’s going on. The only sound is our deep breathing. No words. No shouting or banging on any doors. No screams or laughter.

  Cove slowly steps into the hall and moves cautiously toward the office. I follow close behind, not allowed to move past him.

  Dayne stands in front of the closed door, one hand still on the doorknob, the other on the wood. Mera’s motionless, two feet behind him. They’re frozen. I see a bullet hole in the door, a few inches away from Dayne’s head, and realize how close the two of them just came to death.

  The door opens and Dayne steps back. It’s Devery. She slides her arms into the sleeves of a tan lightweight jacket and places a red purse over her shoulder. The door locks behind her and Dayne harshly grips her forearm. He pulls her through the hall, past us, and down the stairwell to the entry door. The three of us follow close behind.

  “What the fuck were you doing?”

  “I’m visiting with a friend,” Devery seethes. “What I do is none of your business.”

  “Paul fucking my sister is my business.”

  She laughs, tossing her head back to exaggerate her amusement at his words. “You see and hear only what you want. I was having a pleasant evening catching up with a friend. Nothing more.” She turns to leave, but he catches her arm and swings her back around.

  “Don’t come in this house again, Dev. This isn’t a place for you.”

  She sees the three of us hovering by the railing, our ears glued to their conversation. “But it’s a place for the three of them, right?”

  He releases her arm and turns to see he has an audience.

  “Sophia,” she says. “Come down here for a moment, let me see you.”

  “Leave her alone Dev. Stay out of it,” Dayne mumbles.

  I walk down the stairs and she meets me halfway. She reaches out and runs her finger along the fresh tattoo on my shoulder.

  “Who gave this to you, Sophia. And why?” she whispers.

  I look at Dayne, and in an instant Devery’s down the stairs, in front of him, and with one swift movement her hand propels a hard smack across his face.

  “I’ll be here tomorrow evening for the party. You can count on it,” she snarls.

  He lets her out, locks the door, and the keypad glows red once again.

  My father enters the top landing from the hall. His black robe tied in a knot around his waist and a cigar in hand. He ignores the three of us, heads down to the great room, then takes a bottle from the bar and heads for the back door. We’re rigid, none of us moving a muscle.

  He stops and looks at me, opens the bottle, and holds it up before taking a drink. I step back so I can no longer see his face.

  “You’re getting more and more psychotic with each passing hour. Is my gun still in your office? I want it back.”

  I peer over the railing and see my father smiling at Dayne. He takes a gun from his robe pocket and holds it out to him in a teasing motion. Dayne steps forward and my father twirls it around his finger. Dayne continues to move, quickly, steadily, his shoulders back, in a dominant walk. The gun is snatched from my father’s hand and the safety’s slid and set. He looks at Paul and with one quick strike, my father is on the ground. The bottle shatters and the cigar rolls across the floor.

  “You fucked both me and my father today… and I don’t even want to know what you did with Dev. This is it Paul. We need to split this company immediately. I’ll move out this weekend, after the party. We’ll cut a deal next week in your office.”

  “No,” my father responds in a calm, cold, voice. “We have things to discuss, but it won’t involve the division of my business.”

  “Our business.”

  My father reaches for his cigar, stands, and I watch as a small amount of blood trickles from a cut on his chin. “Dayney, clean up this mess, then check the stats of our two top projects and we’ll talk in the morning. You’re running your mouth based on an emotional state, like those fucks.” My father looks up at the three of us and back at him.

  “You shot at me, Paul. That bullet was inches from my head. Mera’s too,” Dayne says in a low tone.

  “It was just a friendly reminder of the situation. I let you have control of the house whore, that’s a first. Think about it, Dayne. That’s like taking control of my dick. Now you just took it in your hand again. And personally, I don’t like it when you touch my dick.”

  Dayne glares at my father and my father smiles back. He starts to sing the lyrics to the old seventies pop song, Feelings, as he heads out the back door.

  “This is all getting way too personal,” I whisper.

  “Getting? Baby, it’s been personal since these two met in college.”

  My mother now seems like a saint next to this man. He’s insane.

  Dayne looks down at the broken glass and puddle of alcohol on the floor.

  “Mera, in the suite,” he orders. “Cove and Sophia, clean this shit up.”

  “Now he called us by our real names,” I whisper.

  “I noticed,” Cove says.

  Mera scampers toward the massive track d
oor entrance of Dayne’s suite and leaves it open for him. We pass him on the steps as we head down to clean up the mess. He’s pissed. His nostrils flare and his hand is clenched tightly around the handle of the gun.

  “Cove, sit over by the bar, I’ll take care of this. The last thing we need is for you to get another cut on the bottom of your foot from the broken glass.”

  “I’ll help. The quicker we can clean it up, the better. I don’t know about you, but I have no desire to be in this room when your father comes back in from his cigar break. And just in case you forgot, you’ve been walking around with only a t-shirt on, and no underwear.”

  I look down at my naked area in disbelief that I didn’t notice, and that I was this exposed in front of my father, Dayne, and Devery. My God.

  He places paper towels on the floor to soak up the liquor and I pick up the shards of glass. I toss everything in the wastebasket and then take a towel from the bar and wipe up the rest of the spill.

  “It’s sticky,” Cove says.

  I moisten some paper towels, wipe the floor one last time, and we leave in a hurried pace back to the bedroom. Cove shuts the door and locks us in. Thank God there’s a lock on the inside. I don’t know who would ever use it… who would want to lock themselves in this room, but I’m glad it’s there.

  “That was fucking crazy! What the fuck was that all about? Control? Bullshit. He’s so fucked up. What’s wrong with him!” I scream. “He shot at them, Cove. Someone could be dead right now! And your foot! And the fucking porn sites! And the Keep! And what is he doing with Devery! Fuck. Fucking hell!”

  “Soph, Sophia,” he says, as my body is encased in his. “Calm down and keep your voice down. This is Paul. This is the Paul I told you about.”

  “This is nuts! I don’t understand. We can’t leave. He’ll kill us. He’ll really kill us. Dayne almost got shot in the head,” I cry as tears stream down my face.