I lean into his touch. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“Any dark thoughts in that pretty little head of yours that you want to share?” he prompts.
I shake my head. “No, I’m good.”
“Good.” He nods.
It feels good now that everyone knows. I didn’t realize before how Owen’s existence was like a hundred-pound weight dragging from my ankle, weighing me down.
Now, for the first time in four years, I feel free.
Jace
“That feels nice,” I murmur sleepily to the feel of Nova’s lips trailing down my chest, her silky hair tickling along the way.
It’s been an adjustment to seeing her with silky brown locks, but I’ve decided it’s my favorite look on her because it’s one-hundred percent her.
She laughs softly, her fingers hooking into my boxer-briefs. I lift my hips and she pulls them down.
She’s hasn’t even touched me and I’m already half-hard as she wraps her fingers around me.
“Merry-fucking-Christmas to me,” I murmur with a sleepy grin, my fingers tangling in her soft hair as she takes me in her mouth.
Sex with Nova never gets old. It’s always new and exciting and better than the last time. Monogamy never used to be my thing, but being with Nova has shown me a whole new world. With her, everything is so much better and right feeling.
She plays with me, her mouth a wicked and tempting thing. I’ve never come in her mouth before. Fuck, I’ve thought about it, but I always end up wanting to finish inside her pussy, and this day is no different. I urge her off me and she crawls up my body with a satisfied little smirk, wiping her mouth.
I hold her hips and she positions herself above me.
She sinks down slowly and we both moan.
She collapses onto my chest, her hair all around me, and rocks her hips.
I capture her lips in mine, nibbling on her bottom lip.
“I love you,” I tell her.
I never thought love was for me. I thought it made you weak, and pathetic, and that it would ruin my life. I was wrong. Loving Nova has made me stronger and happier than I’ve ever been, like I can take on the world, and the best part is I still feel like I’m me when I’m with her, but a better version.
I think maybe that’s how you know you’ve found the one—when they don’t change you but simply make you a better you.
“I love you too,” she breathes, sitting up and raking her nails down my chest. I hiss from the sting.
She looks like a fucking goddess above me. Dark hair, wide doe eyes, pouty lips, and those freckles.
I have a major love for Nova’s freckles.
I cup her round perky breasts in my hands and squeeze slightly. She moans, arching her back.
I sit up, holding her body to mine and angle my head into her neck as I rock my hips up to meet hers.
Her nails rake down my back and she tilts her head back as she gasps.
I press my lips to the skin of her neck and feel her shiver.
She lowers her head, her brown eyes dark with intensity. She looks at me like I’m all that exists, like I’m her whole fucking world.
She comes apart above me, her whole body shuddering, and then I can’t hold back any longer.