Page 76 of Somewhere We Belong

A knock made me turn around quickly. Nova stood in the doorway in shorts and a tank top. The sun gave her a glow that made my heart stutter.

“Hey,” she said, stepping into the garage.

“Hi,” I said eloquently.

Nova made me feel like a fish out of water, much like when the guys and I first met.

“Are you ok?” She looked around, landing her brown eyes on me.

Sol’s earlier fear hit me, and I wanted to do everything I could to prove I wasn’t going to be the man who hurt them.

“Yeah, I got caught up in my thoughts and came here to relax,” I said, getting up and wiping my hands.

“Was it because of Sol?” She looked at me warily. “Did she say something wrong?”

“No, but it has to do with her,” I said truthfully. “I just want to be good enough for both of you. I want us to ease your burden by trusting us and letting us help you out, but I think Sol deserves better than someone like me.”

“Oh.” She looked relieved. “I was worried maybe she had given you the cold shoulder or said something. IfIdidn’t think you were good for us, we wouldn’t be here.”

“Cold shoulder?” I cocked an eyebrow.

“She’s been a little distant, so I was hoping she wasn’t lashing out or… honestly, I don’t know.” She stood in front of me.

Should I tell her? Would that be breaking Sol's confiding in me? I decided to keep my mouth shut because keeping this a secret wouldn’t hurt anyone once she found out we were dating her mom.

“She was great on the ride,” I said, wondering what I could say to ease her worry. “She picked up riding like a natural.”

“I can’t believe you guys have a pony,” she chuckled.

“It comes with owning a ranch,” I shrugged.

I wasn’t going to tell her that Theo had looked for one last year for a few months until he found one that he liked. He never mentioned it, but the small saddle told me what he had been thinking about was specifically for Sol when he had bought it.

Nova nodded as she looked over my shoulder at my bike.

“Have you ever ridden one?” I wondered if she’d ride with me.

“Yeah, I had a boyfriend who owned a motorcycle,” she said, walking to my Kawasaki. “We were reckless, going a hundred miles per hour down the freeway, feeling free.”

I didn’t expect that, and it gave me an idea.

“Take a quick ride with me,” I said, handing her a helmet.

“Seriously?” Her mouth quirked in a smile that held so much excitement.

“Seriously, a ten-minute ride at most,” I said, as she grabbed the helmet putting it on. “We aren’t wearing the right clothes, but I think a joy ride could do us both wonders.”

“Ok.” She grinned while putting it on.

I helped her put it on by tightening the straps on the bottom as she studied me. Her brown eyes held so much excitement, only adding to my own. Atlas would ride with me, but he usually grumbled about it. Nova’s excitement was exactly what I needed. I sent a quick text to the guys saying we would be right back.

Nova opened the garage door for me as I let my bike out. When she closed it, she came running to me, hopped onto the back as I started her up. I heard her squeal, her excitement making my anxious mood vanish, replacing it with excitement and a rush of adrenaline.

She put her hands on my sides as we took off, grabbing ahold of my shirt. I wrapped her arms around me, making her flush against me. She leaned into me, holding me tighter as we went down the road. I decided to take her on a scenic route of the mountains and as we hit the highway, she let go of me, yelling with her hands in the air. I held onto her legs as she let loose.

The ride was therapeutic and on our way back, her hands started to wander. She grabbed my pecks, then trailed down my stomach and then on to my thighs. My cock hardened at her exploration, making me uncomfortable in my jeans. She dipped her hands down to my crotch and grabbed me. A jolt of pleasure hit me as she pressed her breasts to my back.

Filthy things crossed my mind, pushing me to go faster even if I knew it was a bad idea. I needed to get home now. She rubbed my cock again and I grabbed her hands, pinning them to my stomach. That didn’t deter her from biting my shoulder, rolling her hips into my back.

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