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My grip on his cock tightens and I start moving my hand up and down in earnest. The sensations are overwhelming in the best way. Tension coils in my core, and I'm so close, I know it's not going to take much more for me to come.
But I want him to come with me this time.
I speed up and match his rhythm as best I can without letting myself get swept away in the way my orgasm looms on the horizon.
“Nova.”
He swallows my moan with his tongue. “That's it, baby. Let me hear it. Show me how much you like it when I play with your pretty pussy.”
That's all it takes. I shatter around him, my orgasm short-circuiting all my nerve-endings and making my legs grow weak. Before I even come down from my high, he shoves his face in the crook of my neck with a groan and follows me over the edge.
11
NOVA
I jogdown the stairs to the first floor of my cousin's house, and it takes everything inside of me not to fucking whistle some jolly tune like I'm some lovestruck hero from a black-and-white film.
I licked my fingers clean after she rode my hand like it was my cock, and her taste still lingers on my tongue. I don't think I've ever come so hard from a fucking hand job in my whole goddamn life.
So yeah, I guess I'm feeling pretty fucking high right about now. Especially considering I found out a big fucking family secret last night.
I stroll into the kitchen, studiously ignoring the heavy glares from Silas and Bane. “Morning.”
“Awfully good mood you're in,” Silas says, his voice dripping with annoyance.
I grin at him and point to the drink tray on the counter between the two scowling statues. “I'm always in a good mood. One of these for me?”
Bane nods but doesn't say anything, just continues to drink his own coffee.
“Where's Evangeline? Some of us have shit to do today,” Silas grumbles.
I scan the barista shorthand on the side of the cup, my brows rising with appreciation. “A crème brûlée latte? Thanks, man.”
Bane lifts his eyebrows at me in acknowledgment.
Okay then. I don't have it in me to try and figure out what the fuck he's going on about. Bane's not exceptionally quiet, but he doesn't feel the need to fill the room with chatter like I often do. And he definitely doesn't go around snapping at people like Silas does.
Nah, my cousin will sit back and observe, stew over it, and then plan his next move. That asshole sees shit differently than the rest of us, able to calculate odds and draw conclusions from seemingly thin air.
Do I care if he realizes that Evangeline and I were fucking around upstairs? Nah, not even a little bit. As far as I'm concerned, he can watch the footage of us on one of the many cameras he has scattered throughout his house.
What I won't tolerate is either one of them making her feel ashamed of what we did.
I give Bane my attention. “We good, man?”
He sets his cup on the counter next to him, leaving his hand covering the lid. “I bought you coffee, didn't I?”
I nod a few times, moving around the island to pull out a chair at the kitchen table. “Yeah, but that was before I made her come in your bathroom. Twice.” I pause to let that sink in and take a seat at the end of the table. Besides, nobody ever said I wasn't dramatic. “And after you dressed her in your clothes last night.”
Bane regards me for a second, and for the hundredth time, I wonder what the fuck he's thinking. What clues he's picking up on that I'm dropping—unintentionally or otherwise.
I lean against the wooden chair back and spread my legs to get comfortable. This shit with her and us was gonna have to come out at some point. Might as well start planting those seeds today. Seems to be the week for revelations and secret-spilling.
“Do we have a problem?” Bane asks.
There's no malice in his voice, no provocation. But there is something else. Something I'm not sure I like. Challenge maybe.
Huh. Okay.
