“It’s my turn to make you come. I can’t wait,” she breathes out, a small siren-like smile showing. The way she’s moving, her tits bouncing, hair flowing around her every time her body comes down on me, it’s only a matter of time until her cunt sucks me dry.
“Give me your best,” I tell her. My hands palm her breasts. Her head tilts back, hands on the tops of my thighs as she rides my cock, lifting up and sliding down. The view, the way she looks, and knowing that Nova is mine, it causes my body to jerk, and she takes me to a heaven I thought I’d never know.
“Oh, I am.” She slides down harder, tightening the muscles of her pussy, and that’s when I explode, painting the inside of her cunt with my cum. “Fuck,” I groan, my body falling back on the ground, my hands leaving her body, but Nova doesn’t let that happen. She lies down on top of me, and my arms wrap around her, soaking in the moment with her, nothing but the water softly lapping at the edge of the shore, the breeze moving the trees, and our breathing slowly returning to normal.
“I love you, Gage,” she whispers into the night air.
“Love you, baby.” I’m not sure if Nova meant to say that or not, but I give zero fucks either way. She needs to know those words are for her and her only.
“Thank goodness,” Nova breathes out, her head still lying on my chest. There’s no way I want her to second-guess anything.
“Look at me, Nova.” She does as I ask.
“Don’t question it. I’m yours, and baby, you’re mine. Always.” I kiss her, my mouth seeking hers. Nothing else needs to be said. It’s the two of us, now and fucking forever.
16
Nova
“Auntie Nova, can you do my hair like yours?” JoJo, Stella’s middle daughter, asks. When Gage brought up that he told Stella we’d watch the girls this weekend, I was ready for it. The last time they were supposed to come over, well, that got put on hold because of the whole kidnapping situation.
It probably shows how overboard I went with all the girly-type stuff I could find—food, and even arts and crafts. I wasn’t sure what they’d be into, especially since they came out to go fishing last time and grumbled the entire time, or so Stella says. The girls say differently.
“Of course. Come on, let’s go into the bathroom and see what we can do to make us match.” Stella and Ghost have three girls—Darcy, who is the oldest at seven, JoJo, who’s five, and then Lucy, who’s three. Stella swears they’re done, even going so far as to threaten that Ghost will be getting the ‘ole snip snip’ once he’s back on American soil. That’s why Gage wanted to take the girls this weekend. This has been Ghosts longest stint away, and Stella needs a break.
“What’s your braid called again?” She places her pointer finger in her mouth, sucking on it.
“It’s a fish tail braid. Do you want me to brush your hair, or do you want to do it?”
“You can do it,” she replies. All three girls have warm chocolate-brown hair, freckles smattering their cheek bones, and different shades of hazel-colored eyes, which I’m assuming they get from Ghost, but the rest of them is one hundred percent Stella.
“Alright, let’s get this done, and then we can go fishing with Uncle Gage and your sisters,” I tell her, being gentle while brushing her hair.
“Oh, I can’t wait. Momma won’t say it, but she hates fishing,” she admits. Gage took the girls down to the lake after giving me a lingering look, reminding me just how much I love the lake that’s on his property and how we have no problem making love down there.
“This won’t take too long, then we can go see what they’re catching.” I wink at her, start gathering her hair, and quickly braid it, pulling some of the pieces to make it look like it has more volume.
“It’s so pretty. Thank you, Auntie Nova.” When Stella introduced the girls to me, that’s how she put it. “Girls, this is your Uncle Gage’s woman, your Aunt Nova.” They clapped their hands together, ran to me, and wrapped their arms around my body, because let’s face it, I wasn’t sure how they’d react to the news, but I was still ready no matter what. Well, color me shocked when they barreled into me and welcomed me with open arms. Stella looked at Gage and said, “There ya have it. Have fun. Don’t call me in the middle of the night when they want to get in bed with you. You offered. You’re keeping them. I’m drinking a bottle of wine and binge watch the latest series on Netflix.” She gave the girls a kiss and hug, then did the same with me while whispering in my ear, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to him. He’s more settled now. He doesn’t seem to always be on the move these days. Thank you for that.” Then she hugged Gage and left. It’s been a couple of hours, and we’re all still having fun.