Love Renewed (Entwined Hearts #3) (17 page)

“Dane.” My name is whispered this time, with a tremor of excitement. I sit back, opening my zip, pulling out my straining dick and sigh at the freedom. I can feel the throbbing and the need for release.

“I want you to make up for teasing me.”

“Teasing you?” Nova asks coyly.

“Yes. You in that fucking dress,” I explain, stroking myself slowly. It’s killing me but Nova is having trouble pulling her eyes from my hand working my cock, and this pleases me. “Suck me.” Her eyes flit to mine and I can see she doesn’t know whether to give me a smart arse answer or wrap her lips around me. “Save yourself time Nova, we both know you want me in your mouth, keep the sass locked up and get on your knees.” Her eyes flare, I think she’s going to argue, but surprisingly she moves into a kneeling position in between my legs and takes over stroking me with her own hand. I feel my pulse quicken. She leans over and her tongue darts out of her wet lips, flicking across the head of my dick. As soon as she does, some pre cum trickles out. Her head lifts slightly and I look at her. She smiles at me, her eyes hooded. She licks along her index finger and then slowly wipes it across the head of my cock, taking it back into her mouth and sucking hard, making her cheeks hollow. I want to take over, control her, but I can see how much this is turning her on. “Wrap your lips around me, baby,” I tell her. Nodding she lowers her head. I get one more peek from her eyes before she takes me in her mouth. The warm wetness envelopes my dick and I breathe through my nose for a moment, taking control of myself before she ends up with cum in her mouth, before she’s even gotten started. Sighing I let my head fall back and allow her to work me. Her hand holds my cock firmly and moves eagerly while her mouth glides up and down, her tongue licking as she goes. After a minute, Nova removes her hand and slowly takes more of me into her mouth. Even at that moment, with what she’s doing and the responses it’s evoking in me, I’m alert enough to be impressed with her mouth and throat control. Regardless of whether she has a gag reflex or not, I’m a big guy, most women have trouble taking all of me. Looks like Nova’s mouth was made for my dick. When she bottoms out, her lips travel back up my length. She uses her hands to tug on my trousers and I lift myself up slightly so she can pull them down. When I’m free, she reaches between my legs cupping my balls. Not the easiest thing, but once her hand is there the gentle massaging she does accompanied by her hot mouth still working my cock up and down has me groaning with uncontrolled pleasure.

“You like that?” she questions pulling her head back.

“I do. But I’d like it more if you kept your mouth around my cock,” I answer. She smiles at me and lowers her head again. This time, as she makes her journey she bares her teeth and grazes along my stiff dick. The response from my cock is immediate, it jerks and twitches and even surprises me.

“Enough,” I state, pushing her back. “Pull the dress up and sit on my cock now,” I demand and Nova smiles at me. Shimmying her dress up her thighs I once again throb when I realise she has nothing underneath.

“I didn’t want panty lines.” She shrugs at me by way of an explanation. My eyes burn into her pussy. The thin strip leading to exactly where my dick wants to be right now. Her lips shine and it takes everything I have not to dive in for a taste. My cock needs her more, though. I push her dress the rest of the way up until it gathers around her waist, then I drag her forward and lay my head back looking straight into her eyes.

“Fuck me, Nova,” I ask this time and watch as her eyes sparkle. After the last hour of torture she put me through, finally, slowly, she descends, until my cock is submerged in the tight, wet, hot pussy that fits so well, it’s like my dick belongs there. “What you do to me, my Nova.” The words escape my lips at the end of a grunt. I place my hands at her waist and still her for a second. “My turn,” I tell her and watch as her eyes widen. Grinning, I look up at her as though she’s the kill. And she is. I will always be the hunter. And with Nova as my prey, I’ll never go hungry. Moving my arms up and down slowly I raise and lower her on me, she moans and reaches up unclasping her dress from the back of her neck. The top of the dress falls forward exposing her perfectly pert breasts. Stopping for a moment, I pull her to me and enclose her nipple in my mouth, nipping the tip and then licking over it then releasing to blow over the wet area. She gasps and moans closing her eyes and throwing her head back. Smiling, I shift her backward so she’s once again sitting upright. Then I use every bit of strength I have in my arms and thrust her up and down, rapidly, urgently, she slams down onto me every time and I know this will be quick for us both. The speed and friction combined with the vision of her breasts bouncing in my face causes the tingle in my dick to become a fucking lightning bolt in a matter of minutes.

I look from her breasts to her face, watching as her eyes glaze, her mouth drops open slightly and a long sigh followed by a deep moan slips from her lips as bliss covers her, the expression on her face sends me over the edge and I let go, releasing my frustration, my arousal and my love inside her. Flopping back into the seat I bring her with me, placing her on my chest. We both breathe heavily as our heart rates try to calm down. I stroke Nova’s hair softly and close my eyes. I love this woman. More than I ever thought I was capable of. I know right in this second that I have everything I’ll ever need in my arms. I can’t lose her again, I’d never survive it. I’m not sure I can survive her, but I’d happily follow this woman into the pits of hell if she wants me to. It crashes over me, the feeling of calm and I know I have to tell her that I love her. I just need a bit more time. I need for her to know me better, to see me. I want her to feel safe. Just another two weeks. That’s all I need.

If I’d have known that two weeks would be too long, I would have told her then. I would have held her close and whispered it into her ear. I would have shouted it from every rooftop I could find.

If I only knew.

I never thought I could change from the person I know as me, to someone I hardly recognise. And in only one day. But I have and it scares me—a lot. Today had so much promise, it started out so well. It’s just a pity that everything in my life eventually turns to shit. If I could just go back to this morning when I met Lewis for a coffee. Maybe I wouldn’t be sitting on my own in the rain right now.

“This place is nice,” I tell Lewis looking around the coffee house. “I like the West Village.”

“Only the best for my favourite girl,” he answers with a wink and the blinding smile that always has women swooning.

“Not sure I’m your favourite girl. Let’s see…hmm, yeah, I’m pretty sure Samantha was your favourite girl, then Julia, oh and Carrie.”

Smirking he rolls his eyes. It’s cute. “Okay, my favourite platonic girl. My favourite girl that is like my sister…is that better?”

I laugh. “Much. Although, seriously, I do really like it here. It’s nice, quaint, kinda homely.” His face changes to a look of disgust.

“It is not homely Libs, anything but. You know what this place is?” I shake my head. “This is the best untapped area for finding new women,” he tells me laughing.

“You’re a douche, you know that right?” I ask.

Shrugging his shoulders, his eyes trail a couple of women on the other side of the street. “Yeah, but the women love a bad boy. Plus, I’m not made for relationships Libs.”

I met Lewis through Con about a year ago. He tried to get in my panties almost the minute I met him, but I shut that down quick and we actually became really close. Lewis is like the brother I wish I’d had over the last decade. He’s funny, charming and a good listener which is surprising, seeing as he’s such a joker. Above all of that he’s very protective, and it’s how I imagine a brother would be. Lewis rarely talks about his past, if he does it’s always because whiskey has had something to do with it. He was engaged at a young age, that much I know, and he’s completely anti-relationships. I haven’t seen him much lately because we’ve both been busy. On top of that Davy never liked Lewis, the feeling from Lewis was mutual, but I didn’t want that coming between either relationship, so I always saw them separately.

“So what’s been going on with you Lewis?”

“Nothing to talk about, it’s all been pretty quiet for me, I’m hoping to get some action this weekend though. There’s a party on the East Side that I’m gonna hit.”

“Oh my God, you did not just tell me about your sex life!” I complain.

“What? Wasn’t that what you were asking, Libs?” he asks, the look of innocence sits on his face, but I know he’s far from innocent and knows exactly what he’s doing. “No seriously sweetness, I’ve not been up to much, just working. Just to say, though, I’m glad that you ended shit with that guy.”

“Davy. Yeah, he was an arse.”

“I tried to tell you that Libs. Davy the dick. Seriously, I’m glad you came to your senses.” 

Nodding I sip my coffee. I love this. Sitting having a cappuccino on a lazy Sunday with a friend that I haven’t seen for a few weeks. I think about how funny it is. The ease of slipping into something that I never had with Mel but had this whole time with Lewis. I snort.

“Nice, very ladylike.” Looking up I catch his wink.

“Fuck you knobber.”

“Knobber? Shit Libs you sound like Con.” He chuckles.

“Yeah, well, I am half British don’t forget. Plus, I’ve been spending time with the girls and they rub off on you.”

“Mmm, I think I like the sound of that. Tell me how exactly the three of you rub each other?” He wiggles his eyebrow like a teenager.

“Lewis! Eww, don’t say things like that, or the next time I see them I’m going to have inappropriate thoughts. Dickwad!”

He laughs at my response as I lean over and hit him on his bicep. “Anyway Libs, I’m sure Dane has been rubbing off on you more, huh?” I roll my eyes in response. “Roll your eyes all you like, but I could see something switched in you when we were in England with them like you released the stick that had been up your butt for a while.”

“I did not have a stick up my butt!” I semi-shout.

“Maybe not, but you were all reserved and tied up about something back then.” He rubs his chin thoughtfully and narrows his eyes, they relax as he turns back to me continuing, “When we went to England it was like you chilled. You relaxed and changed like you were meant to be this Libs,” he says nodding toward me. “I mean, it was a bit weird how you were kind of detached from Dane when we were over there, but you were really cool with everyone else and fun…yeah, that’s it, you were fun.”

“Thanks, this is just great! So by your count, until I went to England I was a stiff, haughty, moany, miserable woman with a stick up my ass,” I ask him tapping my fingers on the table.

He nods. “Nailed it.”

I groan. “Great.”

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re not like that now Libs.” He smirks.

“Yeah, that makes me feel loads better.”

“Cool,” he answers completely ignoring my sarcasm.

“So, Dane and you…going good?” he asks.

“How do you know this stuff? You’re like a gossip queen. Are you sure you’re not gay?”

“Con tells me mainly. And nah Libs, I’m not gay. I’m much too into hot, wet, tight—”

“Okay, I get it!” I cut in holding my palm up to stop him.

“Don’t complain about my mouth Libs, especially now you’re getting some cock. You should be relaxed all the time.” He nods at his own wisdom and I smirk knowing how to play him at his own game.

“Yeah, you know Lew, you’re right. Dane is so much better than Davy was and bigger and stronger. Oh, and he’s so much more alpha. He likes to take the lead…he does this thing with his tongue—”

“Fuck woman,” Lewis shouts, his hands covering his ears. I laugh, right from my belly, clutching my stomach I can’t stop laughing. Slowly he pulls his hands away and looks distraught.

“Are you done?” he asks but I can only nod as I’m still chuckling to myself. “I think you scarred me Libs, seriously, you’re like my sister, I don’t need that shit in my brain.” He shakes his head with irritation, but it’s mingled with humour.

“You shouldn’t start this game then,” I tell him crossing my arms.

“Touché sweetness.” He smirks.

“I’m just gonna use the restroom.” I get up and make my way to the back.

I’m not surprised when I finish washing my hands only to be approached by another woman asking me about Lewis. This isn’t the first time it’s happened.

“Hey, sorry to bother you, but I saw you sitting with that guy. I wouldn’t normally do this, but I’m pretty sure I heard the mention of you being his sister? I hope I’m not overstepping by asking if you could give him my number?”

Yep, same routine, different day.

“Hey, yeah, he’s my friend, we’re close, but we have a brother-sister relationship so feel free to chat to him. Err…just to give you some advice. You won’t get anywhere with him by giving me your number, you need to talk to him directly. Oh, and also, if you decide you’d like to speak to him then that’s cool, just don’t take too long as we’re catching up and it would be rude of you to monopolize this time.”

“Oh, okay, good…I’ll go talk to him then.” I nod and smile at her, dry my hands and walk back to the table. I say nothing to Lewis as I figure I’ll give her a chance to catch him off guard. She’s pretty, blonde, petite, curves and I know it will never last. I wish I could do something to convince him to give a relationship a chance for once.

“So seriously, things are good with Dane?” he asks, concern evident on his face.

“Yeah,” I whisper and smile. “We’ve been back here a week now and we spend almost all our time together. I mean, obviously I have to work, and I guess he does at the same time.” I stop for a moment and it occurs to me that I have no idea what work he’s been doing during the day. I must find out more about him, for someone who knows things about me that even I don’t, he’s very closed off about himself. “We’ve walked through the park, had dinner together every night and been to the theatre, and that’s all in a week. It’s very different to what I had with Davy. He even came to my self-defence class last week. I think he was impressed with my boxing,” I tell Lewis smiling.

“Wow Libs, you have it all worked out, huh?”

“Well, I don’t know about that, we have a lot of talking and stuff to do. He’s coming over to mine later, he said there some things he wants to show me about my past. I’m kind of scared and excited at the same time,” I confess.

“Hey Libs, you know it will be okay, right?” He grabs my hand and squeezes it. “Dane seems like a good guy. Plus, I think if anyone tried to bother you he’d go totally
Wolverine
and start cutting shit up.” He chuckles at his own words.

“Still can’t get past Davy, huh?” I nudge his arm and he grins.

“So Mel was a bitch too I hear…can’t say I’m shocked,” he states.

“Really?” I ask surprised, he always seemed to get on with her the most out of the guys.

“Have to say Libs…” he pauses for what I assume is dramatic effect then stands up like he’s addressing the whole coffee house and says, “I called it people. This guy!” And he starts pointing at himself while looking around the shop, some of the other customers stare for a moment before going back to their coffees.

“You did not!” I screech wiggling my legs as he sits back down.

“Yep, sorry sweetness, but I told the guys when I first met her that she was a Class A bitch.”

“Well…you should have told me!” I complain.

“Be serious Libs…would you have believed me? Really? I mean she’d been your friend for how long?” he tells me gulping his coffee. “Shit…cold.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right, still, it cut hard. Not losing her, surprisingly that pain is okay because I have Soph and Pea now and they’re real, it was more that I was taken in. I mean what kind of an idiot doesn’t see someone’s character?” I sigh.

“Most people Libs.” His demeanour changes, he’s stiff and his jaw is working back and forth and his eyes are now narrowed. “We can all be fooled by people, it’s even worse when that someone should have your back first and foremost.” He’s staring out the window again but this time he’s not looking at women, his face has now changed, it’s slack and his eyes are glazed. Deep in thought.

“Talk to me,” I gently coax him.

He just shakes his head at me. “Nothing to say.”