Page 15 of Nova

"Yeah?"

She laughs. "I said, what would you like? Your usual?" I shift my attention elsewhere, then look back at her. "Just a beer, babe. I can't keep the peace here if I lose myself in the bottle." Payton's eyes cut in the direction I was fixed on and grins. "Which one?" she inquires.

"What?"

"Come on, Nova." Payton leans forward on her elbows. "The group of women sitting at the table in the corner. Which one? You managed to make your way clear across the bar and take a seat without taking your eyes off of them."

I like Payton. She is easy to talk to, straightforward, doesn't bullshit, and always gets to the point. I like that about her. "The brunette," I finally confess.

"The one currently throwing back vodka shots?" Payton observes as she fills a glass with tap beer, then sets it down in front of me, which I lift to my lips, downing more than half. "She's beautiful, but not exactly your type."

Payton is right. I usually go for more extroverted women. The ones you know are looking for nothing but a good time. The ones not looking to marry you or stake their claim. Which is why I'm throwing myself off with the intense attraction I have for a woman I don't even know, who appears to be the opposite of what I want.

"She seems to be just as intrigued by you, my friend. And, from the looks of it, her friends are doing their damndest to encourage her curiosity." Payton smiles at me before walking to the other end of the bar, tending to Everest and the two women from earlier, who look to have forgotten all about me. Which is just as well, because the interest I had in the little redhead before no longer exists.

Finally, after thirty minutes of flirtatious glances, the brunette stands. Her blonde friend looks across the bar, her eyes landing on me, before looking back at her friend, whose blue eyes lock on mine once more. I can see now, I'll need to dial back my usual game and let my blue-eyed vixen take the lead.

My stare stays locked on hers as she crosses the room, confidence oozing from the way her hips sway, but her eyes telling a different story. She slides onto the seat beside me at the bar, her bare leg brushing against my knee as she skillfully crosses her long legs in the leather mini skirt she is wearing. Again, her sweet scent engulfs me. "Can I buy you a drink?" she asks, and the softness of her voice goes straight to my cock. I play along and nod. She waves Payton over, who hides her amusement with a welcoming smile

"What can I get for you, doll?

"Can I get an old fashioned?" She glances at my almost empty glass, "and another beer for…" she waits for me to offer my name.

"Name's, Nova," I grin, letting my eyes fall from her face to her breasts, and don't fail to notice her breathing has picked up. Payton fills another glass, sitting my beer on the bar top, then places an old fashioned for my blue-eyed stranger in front of her.

"You got a name, Sugar?" I ask her.

Lifting her glass to her lips, she sips her whiskey. "Nova." The airy way she whispers my name to herself causes my cock to twitch. "That's an unusual name." She plucks the cherry from her drink, slowly sucking it past her plump red lips into her mouth, and I damn near lose my shit. "I don't think names are necessary." She lifts her eyes to mine again, fucking devouring my soul with her fuck me stare.

"What are you lookin' for, Sugar?" I press her a little, wanting to hear her sweet voice some more.

"Just one night to forget about everything. To completely lose myself. Think you can handle that?" She places her hand on my thigh, her fingertips dangerously close to my swollen cock pressing against the zipper of my jeans. Shifting, she uncrosses her legs and downs her drink.

Can I handle it? She's got fire in her.

I lean in, bringing my lips close to hers. My body shifting forward has her hand sliding a fraction further up my thigh, brushing against my cock. Her eyes widen at my erection. I want to kiss her, but I don't. Not yet. "Slow down, Sugar. I can give you what you need." I pull her a little closer, and place my hand on her knee. "I won't bite. Not unless you ask me to." Her breath hitches. I'm loving her forwardness, and the effect I'm having on her, but realize she's probably never done anything like this before. "Breathe, babe." She pulls in a breath, slowly letting it out.

I motion for Payton to bring two bottles of water. "Here." I hand her the bottle. "Pace yourself. I want you to remember everything you allow me to do to you tonight." She bites her lower lip. I can tell she's tipsy. She then runs her palm the length of my cock. Seated at the end of the bar gives us a bit of privacy, keeping her actions hidden from prying eyes. Enjoying her boldness, I shift in my seat, placing my knee between her thighs, and she strokes me once more as she sips on her water.

Feeling pretty damned turned on, I run my hand up her bare leg, skimming the hem of her skirt. She leans into me, as my hand falls between her thighs. I make lazy circles with my fingertips against her soft skin. "You ready to get out of here?" I can feel the heat from her sex as I move my palm further up her inner thigh.

"Yes." She drags her palm the length of my erection again, and the tip of my finger lightly skims over the thin scrap of fabric covering her pussy. "Just one night?" she says on an exhale.

"One night."

"No names?" she reiterates, wanting to keep her identity to herself.

"No names, Sugar."

"Let's go," my blue-eyed vixen says, giving me all the incentive I need. Slowly sliding my hand from beneath her skirt, I stand and help her from her barstool. Without a word, she lets me take her hand in mine, leading her to the opposite side of the bar, taking her right passed her friends. The two of us slip through the backdoor and into the darkness of the alleyway behind the building where my bike is parked. Taking my helmet, hanging from my handlebar, I turn to her and brush her long hair from her shoulder.

"Where do you live, babe?" I slip the helmet on her head, securing the strap beneath her chin.

"We can't go back to my place," she says in a rush. "I mean, I live with a roommate, and well…"

Knowing my daughter is staying with a friend tonight, my reaction is quick. "You're coming home with me." The words I thought I would never hear myself say fall from my mouth with ease.What the fuck am I saying?Then I notice her hesitation as her expression changes. Hell, I don't blame her. She is agreeing to go home with a complete stranger. She should be apprehensive. "Give me your phone." I hold out my hand.

"What—why?"

"Phone, babe," I say once more, and she retrieves her phone from the small purse dangling on a gold chain at her side.

Swiping the screen, I notice her last text is to someone named London and look at her. "London. Is she one of your friends inside the bar?"

"Yes."

I type out my address, then press send. "London now has my address." I hand her phone back, catching the small smile she gives as she places it back in her purse. Grabbing her hand, I help her straddle the back of my bike. Doing the same, I look over my shoulder. "Wrap those arms around me, Sugar." Sliding forward, she does as I say, encasing me with her long legs. "You ever rode before?"

"You're my first." Her warm breath caresses my ear, tempting me to fuck her right here on the back of my bike. I start the engine, giving her a few twists of the throttle.

"Oh my God." My vixen's grip tightens, letting me know the vibration between her legs is turning her on, and I grin. Her hands slide down my abs, lacing her fingers together, pressing her breasts against my back. Her body fits seamlessly against mine as if she was made for me.

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