Page 16 of Icing on Top
“You better get in the car, Nova, before I decide we live here now,” I warned. I released her hair and slapped her ass to get her moving. Once she was in, I shut the door and rounded my hood, grinning as I saw the dent and the fluids. On impulse, I snapped a quick picture of the evidence, with a thoroughly fucked Nova in the background, and sent it to my group chat with Ben and Grant. My phone was going off before I got into the car.
Ben: You fucking bastard! You couldn’t wait, could you?
Grant: Sneaky fuck. No wonder you were all too happy to go to the ribbon cutting alone.
Linc: I didn’t plan for this to happen, but you know what they say, carpe diem, boys.
Ben: My fist is going to carpe diem you in the dick.
Linc: Kinky, but only if Nova joins us.
Grant: Just remember that we aren’t keeping her.
I rolled my eyes. Grant couldn’t resist ruining a good moment. While I know that’s what we agreed to, in my heart of hearts, I knew that letting Nova go was no longer an option for me.
Linc: We’ll see.
I chuckled as I pocketed my phone and tried not to be disappointed when my engine started.
“What’s so funny?” Nova asked with a playful smile.
“My brothers are jealous,” I said smugly.
“You told them?” she asked in shock.
“Of course. We don’t have secrets,” I replied with a shrug.
“And they’re… ok with it?” she asked hesitantly.
I looked over at her, grabbed her hand, and lifted it to my lips. “They’re more than ok with it, Sugar. Don’t forget, we grew up together and are good at sharing.” I winked at her and returned my attention to the road, leaving that thought to marinate in her mind.
Espresso Cupcakes
Nova
31 Days Until New Year’s Eve
Icame into work early to get a jump start on the day and focus more on the festival I wanted to plan. After finishing all the baking work, I retired to my office. Instead of getting to work, I’ve daydreamed about Lincoln and his hands on my body. Lincoln inside me. I shifted in my seat as I felt myself get wet. Sex had never been that good for me before. Lincoln made sex with Paul downright laughable. And I had a feeling his brothers would be just as talented. I spent half the night thinking over Linc’s comment on sharing and ultimately decided that he was the one who told them, so if they weren’t concerned about howthis would work out, I wouldn’t be either. Or at least I would try not to be.
Shaking myself from my thoughts, I checked the time and called the Mayor. His secretary put me through and greeted me warmly when he answered.
“Nova! How are you this morning? I wasn’t expecting a call from you, was I?” I smiled at his question. He was intelligent and good at business but a little scatterbrained sometimes.
“No, you weren’t. I had an idea that I wanted to pass by you,” I replied. I launched into explaining the orphanage and my idea to host a Christmas festival.
“Personally, I love the idea,” he replied when I finished, “but we stopped having the annual festival because attendance remained low, and it was costing the town too much to continue.”
“What if I get the local businesses to sponsor it?”
“If you can get businesses to sponsor the cost, and it doesn’t cost the town money, I’ll approve any permits you need,” he promised.
“Thank you, Mr. Mayor. That’s all I needed to hear,” I said excitedly.
“Good luck, Nova. If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know. I hope you can pull this off,”
I hung up with him and immediately called the newspaper to place an ad for local businesses to meet at Icing next week. It would be a mad dash to get it all done in time, but it would be worth it. I made a list of what I wanted to have at the festival if we could afford it. We needed a massive tree for a tree-lighting ceremony—cookie decorating, maybe even a contest. We would need a Santa to attend, and perhaps we could even put up an ice skating rink.
I spent the rest of the morning researching the different things I wanted to do and sourcing what we would need to pull it offso that I had a detailed proposal for the rest of the businesses at the meeting next week. People are always more inclined to contribute when they know where their money will go. I would need to sit down with my finances later and determine how much I could contribute. I was pretty sure that Triple Tech would be willing to put up what we couldn’t, but I didn’t want this just to be a Triple Tech-funded project. It was time for our community to remember its roots.
