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Nova

Ifelt my mystery woman slip from the bed more than twenty minutes ago. Knowing she was more than likely calling for a cab or her friend to pick her up, I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling until finally hearing a vehicle pull into my driveway.

Climbing from my bed, with nothing more on than what God gave me, I cross the room. Parting the window blinds, I look outside, watching my brunette beauty lower herself into the passenger seat of a small car, then follow the taillights until they disappear in the darkness of the night. A sting foreign to me lingers. I'm not familiar with what I'm feeling at the moment. Earlier I was perfectly fine with being used as a one-night stand. One-night flings are all I do. Suddenly, just one night with her isn't sitting well with me.

I hate to admit it, but part of me wanted to stop her. I wanted her to stay. Like a caveman, I wanted to toss her over my shoulder and haul her sweet ass back into my bed. Bringing a woman home was already out of character for me but finding myself wanting her to remain in my bed…that I want more.More than one night?I run my palm down my face. "Get your shit together." I try to force myself from the discomfort of my thoughts. This new feeling and revelation have my head all fucked up.

Not at all ready to crawl back in my empty bed, I decide to shower. As I step over the strewn articles of clothing on the floor, it dawns on memy womanleft the house without tripping the security system, then quickly realize I never reset it when we arrived hours earlier. Another thought hits me like a ton of bricks.Motherfuckin' shit.We didn't use protection. My heart begins to thump against my ribcage as a bit of panic sets in. I always wrap it up. How could I have been so reckless? My focus was solely on giving my woman what she was asking for, and quite frankly, what she'd clearly been lacking for a long time. Sounds like a damn good excuse, but it's not.

Calm your shit.

I need a shower.Maybe that will calm my wracked nerves.It will be fine.I keep repeating to myself

Plucking my jeans from the floor, I dig my phone from the pocket and pull up my home security app. With a few taps on the screen, the house is secure once more.

Tossing my jeans aside, then setting my phone on top of the dresser, I walk into the bathroom, dimming the lights throughout the room. Using the touchpad on the wall near the shower stall, I turn the water on, setting the temperature to 98 degrees. Having a set up like this happens to be a little over the top, but it's one of my favorite features in my house. Once my art started selling, and I decided to build a home for my daughter and me from the ground up, I knew there would be some things I wouldn't skimp on. After taking shit showers in tiny as fuck spaces for years while working offshore, I splurged on this top of the line steam shower.

As soon as steam fogs up the glass, I pull open the glass door, and step inside. Sprays of water hit me from every angle. My head lolls back as the heat from the water seeps into my skin. The tension leaves my body, my shoulders relax, and soon my thoughts drift back to my vixen and those hypnotic blue eyes. She walked into the bar looking like sin, but everything else about her said she was out of her element. Everything about her is perfect: the way her long waves of hair cascaded over her shoulders, the wispy ends barely kissing the small of her back, and long legs that seem to never end—the smoothness of her cream-colored skin. I grin at the next image to enter my mind; the dimples just above her ass where her back dips. Water soaks my hair as thoughts of her continue to flood my imagination. The way her small perky breasts fit perfectly in the palms of my hands. My cock begins to swell as my fingertips remember the curves of her hips—my name on her lips.

Before I know it, my hand is wrapped around my thick cock, stroking myself as I playback the night's events. Lost in need, my speed increases until I explode, and with my release, all reasoning as to why this woman is having this effect on me. Just one night of easily the best sex of my life, and I'm reduced to getting off in the shower because I haven't begun to have my fill of her. Not by a long shot. As I finish soaking in the warmth from the water, my entire way of thinking shifts. Determination sets in. I'm going to find my mystery woman.

Later that day,the club has our tent set up, and the charcoal burning in the grill. Wick announced he and Tequila were walking to the other side of the park to check out the custom Harley to be auctioned later on today, while Everest went to meet my brother in the parking lot nearby to help carry a few items.

The smells from the nearby crawfish boil drift on the slight breeze blowing in our direction, causing my mouth to water. The afternoon's festivities are about to pick up and will be tame, and more suited for everyone to attend with families. Local businesses even pitched in and rented several carnival rides, along with a few game booths for all the kids to enjoy. Then as the sun sets, the place will turn into an adult-only party, with live music and a cash-only bar. Again, all proceeds earned will go to charity.

Fender joins me at the grill, holding a box filled with multiple packs of hotdogs. "How's it goin', brother?"

"Feelin' pretty damn good." Spreading the hot coals evenly across the bottom of the barrel, I put the rack in place. "So, how'd it go with the blonde and the redhead from last night? I saw Everest hittin' them up," I ask. Pulling a small knife from my pocket, I start slicing open hotdog packets, then throwing them on the grill. Fender check's the second grill, before throwing frozen burger patties on to cook.

"I'm not kissin' and tellin', brother." The way his lips turn up into a mischievous grin tells me all I need to know.

I laugh. "That good, huh?"

"Brother. You have no idea." It doesn't take but a minute for him to ask questions of his own. "So…the brunette I saw you leavin' with last night."

I throw the last hotdog on the grill, then close the lid. What the fuck do I say? Nothing. Like Fender, I don't share the details of my adventures. The heat of the day is already nearing ninety degrees. I reach down to the cooler on the ground at my feet, lift the lid, and pluck two cold beers from the ice. With the backside of the skull ring that I wear on my right ring finger, I pop the tops off the long neck bottles, handing one to Fender. He eyes me for a beat, his brow lifting as he lifts his beer, taking a pull from the bottle.

"I can't believe it," Fender finally says.

Downing a swallow of my drink, I set it aside, grab the cooking tongs, and lift the grill lid. "What?" I turn the hotdogs.

"The brunette did a number on you, didn't she?" Fender states, his intuitive nature hitting the nail on the head. "I knew somethin' was off about you this mornin'."

I can't even be mad at Fender for calling me out. The fucker is right. I can't get my woman out of my head.My woman? Fuck, where did that come from?I've got a lot to do and be present for today, and she is all I can think about.

"Hey," my brother, Riggs calls out. Fender and I turn our heads to see him walking toward us, with his baby girl in his arms and Luna at his side. Everest is bringing up the rear, carrying a stroller and a bag of toys. Riggs peers around. "Looks like everything is ready to go." Taking a few steps away from the heat of the grill, I lean in, kissing my niece on top of her head, her blonde curls tickling my nose and her tiny fingers grab at my beard as she giggles. I chuckle and run my finger along her chubby little cheek. I then sign to Luna. "Hey, sweetheart. You feelin' better?" knowing she and Aria have been sick for a few days.

Luna smiles. "Much better," she voices as she moves her hand, and I smile. Luna has been working hard on her speech. It gets better with each day that passes. Her confidence shows as she beams at her husband. As I stare at the three of them, the tiny family that they are, I find myself suddenly wanting a woman to look at me the same way Luna looks at my brother.

Luna looks around. "Where's Piper?"

"We realized we forgot buns for the hamburgers and hotdogs, so she offered to run to the store with Kiwi. They should be here soon." As I speak, I notice my daughter and Kiwi weaving through the crowd that is beginning to filter in, carrying grocery bags in their arms, and following behind them is Wick and his woman Tequila along with Sydney.

"People are starting to roll in." Kiwi sits the bags on the fold-out table, then helps Piper with the load she is carrying. "We bought what they had left on their shelves, but I don't think it will be enough." The thunderous roars of motorcycle engines can be heard in the distance as the first of many clubs roll into the venue, parking their bikes in the designated areas.

"Hey, Uncle Abe, and Aunt Luna." Piper hugs them both, then immediately reaches for her cousin, plucking her from my brother's arms. I watch the two of them for a moment, before tending to the food cooking again.

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