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Nova

“I’m sorry, what?” Lacey grits out and I grip her bicep, leading her into the kitchen.

“Keep your voice down. I don’t need everyone knowing my business.”

“Hold on. You mean to tell me Devil is your friend from the past and now you two are together?”

“Yes. I normally don’t share my personal life with people, but I want you to stop acting like he’s some kind of psycho.” I pin her with a glare, emphasizing I won’t put up with her being a bitch about Colt anymore.

“They call him Devil for a reason, Nova. I told you to stay away from him. He’s a walking fucking nightmare. Why can’t you understand that? The rumors are true. Hell won’t have him for the shit he’s done.” The passion in her voice has me curious why she hates him so much. You’d think he personally attacked her.

It pisses me off.

“He’s my fucking Devil, so cut the shit. Don’t be an asshole to him, Lacey. I’m not fucking around with you.” I spit out and she takes a step back, raising her hands in surrender.

“Okay, Nova. Calm down.”

I glare at her once more, clenching my jaw before exiting the kitchen and heading back to the bar.

Colt is sitting on a stool, a shit eating grin on his face.

“What are you smiling at?” I snarl and he crooks his finger.

Rolling my eyes, I stand in front of him, and he leans across the bar, whispering into my ear. “Hearing you claim me makes me so fucking hard, little demon.”

My face flames at his words and all I want to do is jump over the wooden countertop and let him fuck me senseless.

Lacey chooses this moment to slither through the door, eyeing me warily. She looks at Colt and I imagine bouncing her face off the bar if she says one word to him.

“Hi, Colt.” She greets with a tremble in her voice.

“Lacey.” He nods.

She moves along quietly, checking on her tables and I feel my blood pressure returning to normal.

“I want to see your mean side. You scared the shit out of her.” He chuckles and I grin.

“I slapped you and bit you. Is that not enough?”

“All foreplay, baby.”

My thighs clench as I remember his mouth on mine, his large hands squeezing my ass as he pinned me against the door.

“Stop looking at me like that, little demon.” He groans.

“Like what?”

“Like you want me to throw you on top of this bar and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

My breathing is nonexistent as his chest rises and falls like he’s holding his inner beast at bay. His eyes darken and we’re in a standoff, both wanting the other so badly we’re about to snap.

“I have something to take care of. I’ll meet you at your place when you get off. Pack a bag.” He lifts my hand, kissing my knuckles before standing and walking away.

The rest of the night went by quickly, Lacey keeping her distance. I didn’t really mean to scare her to death, but I wanted to get my point across.

Don’t fuck with Colt.

I’ve lost too much time with him already. I won’t let someone treat him like shit and tell me all the reasons I shouldn’t be with him.

He’s a killer.

So what?

It’s no one’s business. Besides, I’m okay with it.

As I pull in my driveway, Colt is coming out of the camper with my bag in his hand. Throwing the car in park and cutting the engine, I jump out. “How did you get in there?”

He strides towards me, a cocky grin on his face. “Picked the lock, of course.” He kisses the hell out of me, leaving me breathless and disoriented by the time he pulls away. “Let’s go.”

“How did you know what to pack?”

He grips my hand, leading me to his truck. Opening the door, he helps me climb inside, buckling the seatbelt across my body. “Because I know you.” He grins, booping me on the nose.

He’s a nightmare alright.

Big scary Devil booping me on the fucking nose.

My eyes follow him as he jogs around the truck, climbing inside. The engine roars to life as he turns the key, and I can’t help but smile at the loud rumble of his pipes. His truck sounds good.

He turns my way, his eyes darkening, his breathing picking up. I look down to see if there’s something on my shirt, but I don’t find anything.

He flips up the console between us, lunging straight for me. His hand grips the back of my head, shielding it from the window as he crashes his mouth to mine. He pushes his tongue past my lips, exploring every inch of me and I do the same. His other hand slides up my thigh, squeezing my ass. We both moan and I spread my legs wider to give him more room. “You look so fucking good in my truck.”

His breath is warm against my mouth, tasting like whiskey and spearmint. Pulling him closer, I lick the seam of his lips, and he parts them, meeting my tongue with his own. My fingers dive into his hair, tugging firmly as he grinds his cock against my core, and I gasp.

Oh fuck.

He’s huge.

My body craves whatever he’s packing, and my hips start moving, desperate for the elusive orgasm so many have spoken of. While I’m not a virgin, it wasn’t by choice and the assholes don’t give two fucks about your pleasure. They’re only there to take something you’re not willing to give. Every time, I left my body, traveling into a void where nothing existed.

“Where did you go?” Colt’s voice brings me back and I’m pissed I let myself drift during something so incredible.

“Sorry.” I whisper, mortified by what just happened.

“Tell me.” He nudges my chin with his nose.

“Um. I’ve never had an orgasm.” His brows furrow. “Which led to unpleasant thoughts.”

He nods in understanding. “Does me touching you trigger these thoughts?”

“No!” I say a little too loudly, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I mean, no. You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to do that with.”

He smirks. “Glad to hear.” Kissing me once more, he moves back to his side of the truck. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

He puts the truck in gear, spinning around in my yard before hitting the road.

The drive is quiet, and I start feeling self-conscious about what happened. As if he can read my thoughts, he slides his hand to my thigh, squeezing reassuringly. Just that one touch gives me the confidence I need.

We pull into a driveway; an adorable log cabin sits in the middle of a massive amount of property. “Where are we?”

“My place.” He shuts the truck off, hopping out, coming to my side. He opens the door, scooping me into his arms, grabbing my bag from the floorboard. He carries me onto the porch, setting me on my feet, and as he opens the front door, he motions for me to go inside. I walk through the threshold, and I’m glued to the floor, my eyes taking in the place.

It’s gorgeous.

The entire cabin is painted cherry mahogany, including the beams crisscrossing above our heads. The chairs and couch are black leather, with a matching black coffee table and side tables. The artwork on the walls are beautiful paintings of the mountain peaks and rivers. A flat screen television hangs above the mantle of the fireplace.

His home is not what I imagined.

Colt is rough around the edges and dangerous as hell, but this place is cozy and relaxing. If I had a house like this, I’d never step outside.

“I bought this for us.” He whispers, his broad chest warm against my back.

I spin around, my mouth gaping open. “What?”

“You were always mine, Nova. Everything I’ve done has been for us. For you.”

What fucking alternate reality have I stepped into?

He’s literally been back in my life for a few days. Technically, he’s been around the entire time, but I didn’t know. I’m sure this feels natural for him since he’s seen me often while we were apart. But this is way too fast for me.

I’m finally on my own, living life on my terms. Yes, all I have is a shitty car and a shitty camper, but they’re mine. Now, I’m supposed to give up my independence after working my ass off for it?

He must sense my panic, and he takes a step back. His smile falls, hurt slashing across his face. He sets my bag on the couch before heading towards the back of the cabin. “I think I’ll go to bed. The shower is down the hall, on the right. Everything you need is in there. The spare bedroom is on the left.” His voice sounds cold as he disappears behind the door at the end of the hall.

Fuck!

I just…I don’t know…I’m an asshole.

All I’ve wanted is to have him back in my life. Here he is, trying to give me everything on a silver platter and I fucking hurt him.

Grabbing my bag, I quietly make my way down the hall, opening the door to the bathroom. I take in the beautiful room as I slip inside, stripping off my work clothes and sliding into the humongous tile shower. Four people could easily fit in this thing.

I wash and condition my hair, cursing myself for how I reacted. As I scrub my body, I realize I should’ve told him how I felt instead of freezing. I left him to draw his own conclusions. He probably thinks I don’t want him which is the furthest thing from the truth.

Once I’m out of the luxurious shower, I slide on my panties and a big t-shirt since he didn’t pack any sleep shorts or pants. Leaving all my stuff in the bathroom, I cross the hall, opening the door to the spare bedroom. No surprise it’s just as gorgeous as the rest of the house. He must’ve come in and turned the lamp on for me while I was in the shower. There’s a bottle of water on the nightstand and a phone charger.

Yep. I’m an asshole.

As I sit on the bed, I’m impressed as I flop backwards, feeling like I’m lying on a cloud. While everything about this room is perfect, it feels wrong. I should be in there with Colt, but I’m sure he regrets bringing me here.

My fear of depending on someone else just ruined the best thing that’s ever happened to me.