Page 179 of In Death, Love Survives
Here’s hoping the police and fire department arrive in time before anyone dies and the state of Montana goes up in flames.
It’s a fucking risky plan. I know this. I’ve lived a lot of lifetimes in my years to know that I’ll be lucky if we can just stick to the plan.
“It’s so cold,” Nova whispers as she walks around the main warehouse floor.
“Yeah, baby. It won’t be for much longer.”
“It’s creepy,” she says with a small laugh.
“Yeah, I suppose it is. I haven’t seen it this empty since the day we got it.”
“One of these days, you’ll have to tell me as many stories about the past as you can.”
She continues to take small steps around the room.
“I’d rather make better memories with you.”
Nova looks away from the damp paneling and over to me with a breathtaking smile.
“I like that idea too.”
“Get over here,” I say.
She walks over and rests her head on my chest as she wraps her arms around my waist. I fold my arms over her as I pull her body into mine.
“The calm before the storm,” she murmurs.
“It’s almost over.”
“Almost.”
I start to stroke her back lightly and feel her sink deeper into my hold.
My touches start to get harder as I begin massaging her back. She’s tense from what’s to come, and I want to offer her some relief.
Nova starts to let out breathy moans, making my cock come to half-mast.
“Baby, I’m going to want to fuck you if you keep making those tiny sounds.”
Nova stills in my hold and then pulls back.
“Why not?”
I chuckle.
“Now’s not exactly the right time.”
She cocks her head to the side and gives me a small shrug.
“It could be our last time.”
I hoot.
“My cock was down your throat this morning, angel.”
“It could be inside my pussy right now,” she counters.
I chuckle again.
