Page 93 of Lost
I have no gag reflex, not that it’s really mattered before. Not until now.
Nova moans as my tongue flicks around each one of her digits, sucking hard to make sure I get it all.
Lifting my head, I give her a heavy lidded look.
“I think I could eat you for breakfast every morning,” I murmur, gently lifting her and holding her until her legs feel less like jello.
I could leave to let her change, but I don’t want to. It also doesn’t feel right after what we just shared.
“Where do you have spare pants?” I ask, my voice thick with desire.
“Closet,” she whispers.
Taking her hand, I walk her there, and help her change. Once her shoes are back on, I stay on my knees and kiss her covered stomach before standing.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Who are you?” she asks, wide eyed.
“Someone who just got a wake up call I won’t soon forget,” I murmur. “It appears I’m a really slow learner.”
“Don’t be mean to yourself,” she says automatically, making me shake my head.
Damn, this sunshiny, beautiful omega will never cease to amaze me. Walking back through the room, I find her new mittens and tug them onto her hands before walking into the freezing air outside.
Caleb raises his brow at me while I simply shrug. He has thermals on and heating in his jacket. I’m not worried about him freezing off anything important.
“Ready?” I ask, enjoying his scowl since I was the one who kept him waiting.
“Nova, come over here and choose your weapon while I get protective gear on you,” Caleb sighs, ignoring me.
Good choice, I haven’t had a fist fight with him in the snow in a long time.
“What are you two getting me into?” she asks, looking more relaxed as she walks over to my brother.
I guess orgasms are a good way to work through heavy emotions, but they shouldn’t be the only way to handle them. Snow crunches under Nova’s boots as Caleb puts a face shield over her head and calls it good because the rest of her body is so well covered.
He refuses to let her look around him as he points to a cart full of weapons. There’s a hammer, mallet, bat, wrench, golf clubs, and more in front of her. When Nova hefts a golf club with a wide sole in her hand, my head tilts to the side.
“Any reason why that particular item, Nova?” I ask as Caleb steps out of her way.
“Woah,” she rasps, seeing everything that’s set up. “Ah, John liked to play golf with Mr. Domino. Thinking back, it was probably a safe place for them to talk.”
“Smash away,” I murmur, watching her choose her method of attack.
There are carts with ugly porcelain cups, gravy boats, and an arrangement of cow figurines that looked worthy for the cause at the thrift store. They were all twenty five cents each, so it worked. Caleb and I also strung up lanterns just above her head to break, as well as some broken electronics we found at the store too.
They sell them to people who want to fix them up or for kids to pull apart and put back together to learn how things work. One person’s trash is another’s treasure, and I’ll always standby that. We happened to find a lot of it to offer up as tribute to Nova.
Taking a deep breath, she stalks over to a glass vase, and swings the club at it. The tinkle of it breaking is nice, but I think she can go bigger.
“Warm her up,” I call out, getting Caleb’s attention as he turns toward me. He nods as he sees what I’m doing, and watches as she breaks everything on a cart we set up for her.
“There’s a broken television calling your name,” Caleb says, tracking Nova’s gaze as she finds it. She beats the fuck out of the television before the club gets stuck and she huffs in frustration. “Take the bat, Nova.”
He walks over and hands it to her handle first before putting his foot on the base of the television to yank the golf club out.
“The floor is yours,” he teases, moving out of the way quickly as she lifts the bat and begins to beat the fuck out of it.
