Page 54 of Mocha Kisses

I’m always in someone’s lap and while I like all my men—love is too heavy a word for me to use yet—Nova’s lap is the most comfortable. The way he’ll string an arm around my waist as he continues to work makes me feel like he’s the safest place in the world. I’ve fallen asleep like that more times than I count. Nova has been spending more time at his office, trying to keep me out of earshot as he speaks with others but he always returns to the apartment and debriefs us on whatever he finds.

Unfortunately, it’s not much more than we already know.

Catching Griffin sprawled over Nova’s lap, snoring the day away was a pleasant surprise yesterday and I’m not sure how long I watched before Nova threw me a suspicious glance and I scurried off to the bedroom to finish my work. Nova and I haven’t fucked yet but I don’t feel the need to rush it.

Not when he seems to get off watching Griffin or Rome take me apart. He also seems to be ramping me up for an eventual release, stealing dominant kisses and then leaving me panting and in need. I tell myself that I’ll confront him about it but then he just scrambles my brain like he did the last time and I forget what I was supposed to be doing.

Like he did yesterday at the grocery store.

Rome mentioned groceries and I jumped at the chance to leave the apartment. With the stupid marriage rumors flying around, I don’t want to be wandering through Spring Haven. Not to mention the few gifts showing up in the office for a wedding that we haven’t had. Someone asked about my ring and Griffin lied that it was at the jewelers. Brushing that off, I eagerly grab a cart and stroll into Red Brook’s main shopping center. Griffin is at my side, pushing the cart with me like a true Hallmark married couple. Rome is on the other side, touching my waist or back every so often.

Giggles peel from my lips as Griffin starts to get excited, pulling things off the shelves as he reminisces about my favorites. I haven’t eaten most of those foods in years but seeing the happiness exuding from my gray-eyed writer, I let him indulge. We’re currently in the pasta aisle, Rome leaning against one of the shelves as he pulls me into his chest. “Nova will veto 90% of what he’s putting in the basket. It’s fine.”

I frown and twist to look up at Rome. “But Nova isn’t here.” It’s dangerous to be seen touching Rome or Nova in public since we’ve figured out that this is one of Yana’s PR stunts but I’ve kind of stopped caring.

“Who isn’t here?” A delicious, rich voice slides down the aisle and I look up to see Nova striding toward me. He’s started wearing his suits again and for the first time, a suit coming toward me doesn’t terrify me. It makes my mouth water. It makes something else water too. Nova steps up to my side and presses a kiss to the top of my head before his gaze follows Griffin grabbing nearly every can of ravioli there is. “Hmm, that’s unfortunate especially when I make him put it all back.”

Nova is talking about ravioli and yet I can’t help the shiver that runs down my spine. It probably has more to do with the fact that Nova’s fingers have migrated to the back of my neck, playing with the hair there. I bite back a moan but it’s like he knows what he’s doing. Griffin catches wind, drops the cans in the cart, and picks up my other side.

“We are in a grocery store!” I hiss but can’t be bothered to actually move. Nova grins as if that’s a challenge, his eyes flicking to Griffin. Griffin moves a little closer so that I’m completely cased in and that’s when I feel a hand riding up my inner thigh. “Wait, there’s cameras. Shit—Nova!” I keep my voice as quiet as possible, wriggling between them. Rome’s hold around my waist tightens and I realize that wearing a dress for comfort truly meant easy access for everyone else.

I’m about to say something else when two fingers drag along my underwear. “You’re soaked, angel. Care to tell me why?”

“No.”

Griffin chuckles as he leans in, his lips attaching to my neck. “You suck at lying.”

I try to clamp my thighs together but find that I can’t, Rome’s leg between mine. Nova’s fingers move higher before dipping into my panties, my head falling back against Rome’s chest. A heavy sigh tears from my throat when Nova stuffs those fingers into my pussy, Rome stealing a kiss and swallowing the little moans that start to slip out. My hips rock against his hand of their own accord as I take my pleasure in a fucking grocery store of all places.

When Nova pinches my clit, I’m a goner, all three men holding me as I come down from my high. Their thick cocks throb against my hips and ass as Nova fixes my dress and they release me. My skin is flushed red from their attention, my breathing still a bit too fast. Rome steals Nova’s hand and sucks those fingers into his mouth, all three of them still watching my reaction. His tongue swirls around Nova’s digits before releasing them with a pop and a moan. “You’re fucking delicious, sweetheart.”

I’m all ready for another round but I know better than to continue it here. Rome mentioned something about Nova not having any qualms about starting something in public.

“Can we pay and go home?”

Griffin grins. “Ready for round 2?”

“Sure but not here.”

Nova raises an eyebrow and takes a predatory step toward me. If I run, it’ll just be another game and I’m not sure I’m ready for someone in a suit to be chasing me. He catches on and just smiles, opening his arm for me to snuggle into his side. “Let’s get you home, then. Griffin, put the fucking pasta back.”

“But-”

“We are not preparing for the end of times. I can always get you more and that canned ravioli is shit. At least get the frozen ones if you’re going to get processed stuff.” We all share a laugh as Griffin groans and does as he’s told.

A smile forms on my lips as I slip out of bed and head for the bathroom, washing my face before I retrieve my phone from the nightstand. It’s nearly 5 am. I could sleep another few hours before Yana arrives but I’m too wired for that. Hopefully, there’s some of those iced coffees that Rome keeps in the fridge.

I’m surprised to see that there aren’t any texts waiting for me like there have been the last two days. Just remnants of ‘pay up’ and ‘where have you been, girlie’. There haven’t been any other threats while I’ve stepped outside, just more people congratulating us on a wedding that never happened. A crash from the kitchen pulls my attention. Several muffled groans follow it and I rush out into the living room, stopping short when I see a scene I’ve been dreaming about for nearly a week. Nova has Griffin bent over the counter, roughly pounding into his ass, his hand wrapped around my writer’s mouth to muffle his groans. Griffin is sagging against the counter, his knuckles white from the tight grip he has on the edge. Nova’s other hand is snaked between the counter and Griffin, twisting that pretty little bar through his nipple.

“You have to be quiet,” Nova purrs. “Don’t want to wake our angel.”

Griffin bucks back, almost as if he’s trying to swallow Nova’s cock but all I can focus on is the miles of bare skin and muscles. My eyes fall to the connection between the two, watching as Nova pumps in and out of Griffin. Unable to help myself, I step closer until I’m inches from them, Nova’s head twisting to face me.

His blue eyes are nearly dark as Griffin stutters and then groans, his body going slack against the counter. His body jerks forward as he comes, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Heat flushes through me and I clamp my thighs together as Nova slips out of Griffin, standing before me in full naked glory. I’ve seen him before but I wasn’t in a headspace to ogle. I grip the edge of the shirt I stole last night to sleep in, trying to pull it down to cover more of my legs but that just accentuates the fact that I’m not wearing a bra.

“Angel, I didn’t think you were awake.” He clears his throat and then walks to the sink, grabbing a washcloth for Griffin. Nova tenderly cleans Griffin up before wiping off his cock, neither one of them making a move to put on clothes. I’m still standing there, watching, Nova raising an eyebrow as he steps up to me. “If you need something, Luna, you’ll have to ask.”

Nova is intense and after just watching that, I’m even more convinced that I’m not ready for all of him. However, he’s still hard and I’m pretty sure he didn’t finish. “You didn’t finish,” I blurt out lamely.

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