Page 19 of Big Deal Sweetheart

Her wide-eyed gaze went to where his were, shocked to her core at the erotic image of their joining. “Keifer,” she cried on the verge of coming.

He flipped them, sliding out of her and standing next to the bed. “Come here, on your knees.”

She didn’t get a chance to ask what he meant, his large hands reached for her, moving her into the position he wanted, then he was slamming back into her, her ass in the air, face on the mattress

The deep, husky way he demanded her to push back against him couldn’t be denied. She didn’t care what his view was. All she cared about was the pleasure that was right there.

Nova glanced backward, wondering how many times she’d be picturing him just like this in the future when he wasn’t there. His head thrown back; his jaw clenched. He called her perfect and beautiful, but it was he who was all that and more.

“I need you to come for me, Nova.” He pumped in and out, keeping one hand on her hip. The other, he ran down her thigh and back up before bringing it around to cup her mound.

Nova was beyond the ability to respond in coherent words. If he hadn’t held her up with one strong grip, she was sure she’d have collapsed beneath his onslaught. Unerringly his talented fingers found where she needed him to touch that would send her soaring. Four pumps later, she shattered, screaming his name.

“YES, THAT’S IT. COMEall over my cock. Son-of-a-bitch, Nova. You’re so fucking tight.” He didn’t want to come, didn’t want the night to end. His fingers continued to thrum her clit, and her tightening pussy demanded his dick do nothing else but join her. With a few more thrusts, he too came, jet after jet, filling the damn condom he hated. He slapped his palms down onto the bed next to her, a feeling of lightheadedness hitting him. What the fuck? Shit, he’d never had that happen to him, not once in all the times he’d had sex or made love. The admission made him feel as if he’d done something wrong, like he’d fallen for a woman.

He shoved backward, leaving the warmth of Nova. “Be right back,” he muttered. This time when he entered the bathroom, he shut the door. He turned the shower on, needing the water to do something. What he didn’t know.

Inside the tile enclosure, he braced his hands on the tile. “Fuck,” he growled.

How the hell could he feel so damn good one minute and like shit the next? For that matter, why should he feel guilty? His wife was dead, had been for years and years. Even before that, she was gone from him. He’d been faithful. She hadn’t, choosing her lover over him and their child. She died because of her life choices while he...he’d been left with being a single father.

Of course, throughout their marriage she’d left many times, but the last time when she’d come back to him and Delilah, he’d taken her in knowing she was dying. His love for Delilah had been that great. So why then, when she lay dying, hadn’t she wanted him beside her, the father of her child, the man who had taken her back, taken her in and given her everything? He’d often wondered what he could’ve done to be better, but the fact of the matter was, his wife had been an addict. The man she’d left him for, time and again, had been her dealer. Nothing he could’ve done would’ve been what she needed or wanted because he wasn’t a drug. Keifer hadn’t truly loved her either, but his ego had been hurt. He hadn’t slept with Rachel for years, not even when she’d asked him to for old times’ sake before her death.

The water turned cold, making him realize he’d been in there a long time. Shit, Nova. He turned the knobs to off, grabbing a fluffy towel from the rack and with quick motions, and hurried back toward the bedroom. The silence that greeted him had his stomach twisting. He looked around for her clothes, but they were gone. “Shit,” he said out loud this time.

Chapter Six

Nova had thought she’dbeen humiliated before. You know, walking in on your boyfriend getting his dick sucked by another dude while a bitch rode his face was pretty bad. However, having a guy fuck your brains out, not once but twice, then hurry into the shower to quickly wash you off of him—that right there ranks up there above the boyfriend bullshit.

If she hadn’t needed to use the bathroom, she might’ve missed the way he’d cussed and the dejected way he’d held himself in the shower. She almost apologized for...she wasn’t sure. Sullying him with her body maybe. But dang it, she really did enjoy it. Her body still tingled from his possession. No way could she face him, ever. Thank god he’d been wise enough to wear a condom. Since her breakup, she had no need for birth control. She would’ve hated to have had to worry about an unexpected pregnancy, or some sort of STD. Not that she had one, but what did she know about him. She wasn’t going to think of him or give him the courtesy of using his name even in her mind.

Quickly and quietly, she bundled up her clothes, tossing them on in the living area. She pushed her feet into her boots then looked around to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. She wished she could’ve used his restroom to clean up, but clearly that was a no go. Thankfully it was winter so she could put her hat on and cover up herjust-got-laidhair. The beard stubble marks that marred her from neck to knees was also hidden. She hoped she didn’t run into anyone she knew in the lobby or streets because conversation was beyond her at the moment. At ten in the evening in Sweetheart, most of the residents would be home.

“If I’d have known what kind of epic disaster this night was going to be, I’d have been too,” she whispered, doing her best not to cry as she took the stairs instead of the elevator. She peered down the hallway, happy nobody was around. With her hands in her pockets, Nova hit the exit and headed to her Nana’s house. If luck was on her side, Nana would be in bed and she could slip in without the older woman questioning her.

The front porch light was on, which was a good sign. Holding her breath, Nova entered the house, listening for noise. No television or Nana chatter. Nova almost felt guilty for not going in to check, but her mind and body needed a moment. She went into the guest room and shut the door, locking it behind her. She shucked her clothes, dropping everything into a pile before she went into the adjoining bathroom. After a hot shower where she washed her hair and then her body twice, she finally got out and put her comfy clothes on. She was tempted to just go to bed, but she knew that was the coward’s way. Her Nana might need her, and that was her main reason for being in Sweetheart. “Way to hop back on the horse,” she said, thinking she should’ve chosen a different man to have broken her celibacy with.

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