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She presses two fingers to my lips. “Say no more.”
And I don’t. We don’t.
We climb into the back of Nova’s tiny Audi, my hands tugging her skirt over her hips as her hands undo my jeans, and her legs straddle me while my thighs spread, and it takes no time at all for the windows to fog and my girl to scream my name.
“Damn, Spitfire.” I pant, our bodies leisurely rocking as sweat clings.
“Better than your fantasy?”
“Everything with you is better than my fantasies. But for real, I think you killed me.”
Her strawberry-scented waves curtain my face as she rests her cheek on my head. “I think you better grab an energy drink because we have one week before you leave for Spring Training. I’m taking advantage of every minute,” she says, her nails massaging my scalp as my forehead falls to her rapidly rising and falling chest.
As spent as I am, my body twitches. “I am yours to use however you want, but can we move this inside?”
Nova giggles. “What happened to taking me every which way?”
I squeeze her thighs, still catching my breath. “I overestimated the size of this tin can.”
“You’re lucky I’m so tiny,” Nova says with a laugh when she slides the driver’s seat up so I can crawl out of the back seat.
“It wouldn’t matter our size. I’d have made it work. That fantasy was well worth it.”
She pokes my side as I get the door for her, opening it to let her in first. “Let’s wash the plane off us, eat dinner, and spend the night in bed. What do you say?”
“Food and sex? You know my love language.”
I laugh. “Why don’t you turn on the shower, and after I get the bags in, I’ll join you.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Nova toes out of her tennis shoes.
Hauling in the luggage from the car, I make my way through the kitchen and call down the hallway, “I don’t hear the water running. You better be undressed by the time I get in there.” My steps stall when I reach the threshold of our bedroom.
The blood in my veins runs cold, fear a beating organ beneath my rib cage. Cascading light from the bathroom inside our darkened room illuminates the figure of a woman that isn’t Nova.
“Devin. I had to.”
“Where’s Nova?”
“She ruined everything.” Tara takes a step closer to me. “I was making progress. I was going to be released, and now the whole world believes I’m a monster.”
At her side, something silver glints. And as my eyes trail, crimson drips from a sharp point, one droplet at a time, onto the hardwood.
I don’t think. I advance.
“Nova!” Plowing past Tara, I shove her aside. “NOVA!”
“She had to die for all the lies she spread!”
I peel around the corner, and pink-painted toes lay on the tiled floor. “Oh god.Nova.” Slamming the door behind me, I lock the knob, Tara’s body connecting with a thud on the other side.
“I’m not a monster! I’m just a mother who loved you like a son!”
Tara’s shrieking is drowned out by the scene at my feet. Blood, everywhere, blood. On the rim of the bathtub, puddled below Nova and across her body. Like a rag doll, she’s sprawled on the tile. Rushing forward, I fall to my knees and cradle her, searching for the source.
“Nova, Nova, hey.” I try caressing her cheek, but her head lolls back.
When I brush her bloodied hair aside, a gash mars her temple. The further I search, her torso is saturated in red, surrounding a tear in her shirt just below her left breast, more blood pooling. I rip the material and press my hand over the wound.
