Page 127 of In Death, Love Survives
“Yeah. I’m actually going to go check on Nova.”
Caleb’s eyebrows furrow together.
“Is she alright?”
“Yeah. It’s all just new. I’ll be back down with her to meet everyone.”
“She’ll be good with the women coming by?”
“It’ll be fine.”
I may be a taken man now, but I’m not going to stop the fun the other brothers have just because of it.
“Be back in a few,” I shout as I take off and head back upstairs where Nova’s waiting for me.
In my bedroom,Nova’s applying lipstick in my mirror. She sees me come in and grins. My girl is looking fucking delicious.
With my T-shirt tied around her waist, showing her tight stomach, short cutoffs on, and cowboy boots, I don’t want to fucking show her off to anyone with how good she looks.
“Heading out?” I ask as I lean against the open doorframe.
“I thought we were hosting a party. I have to meet more of the brothers if I’m sticking around.”
Nova smacks her lips in the mirror and places the lipstick down. She turns around and leans against the dresser, with one leg crossed over the other.
“I might have to cut out all their eyes with how good you’re looking.”
“Please,” she says with a giggle.
I stalk over to her and watch as her breath hitches in anticipation.
“Baby, I’m all kinds of possessive over you,” I rasp.
“Good. I want you to be,” she confesses.
“And that video…” I stroke the length of her arm, causing goose bumps.
“Did you like it?”
“Like it? Already have material to use when I can’t actually fuck you.”
She shivers.
“You like that, angel?”
“I do.”
“Now, do you think that was what good girls do when their boyfriends are off dealing with work or what brats do when they want attention?”
“I don’t want to be a brat.”
I untie her shirt and let it fall back down.
“No brats. My girl only likes to be worshiped. How about this though? You wanted my attention.”
“I did. I missed you, and I needed to come.”
I lean forward and bracket her in with one of my hands on the wall behind her and the other holding onto her waist.
