9. NOVA

NOVA

Chapter nine

As I walk down the back hallways, I get a sense of Deja vu. Images of Hunter pressing me up against the cold concrete with his annoyingly hot body flash through my head incredulously. I try to push them down knowing that I have a job to do, and I can't let that happen again.

But just as if his ears were ringing, I get a text from the man.

Sorry I had to leave so early. Had to prepare myself for when Bossman ripped me for missing curfew. But I really enjoyed last night. I'd love to do it again.

Reading his message makes me smile, but really, we can't do it again. We shouldn't do it again.

But I want to do it again.

I have to admit that I feel rather satisfied after last night and I really did enjoy the thrill it gave me. But God, if I had any common sense or decency at all I'd look at my slutty self and tell her to get her shit together.

So I feign a moment of self-control and look up and down the hall for the training room. That's where I was told I'd find Zayd.

I type out a response to Hunter and send it on its way.

Sounds good.

But I instantly regret the open door of possibilities I just stupidly conveyed when I know I should have just turned him down nicely. But how do you say no to something that makes you feel so good? Besides, it's not a promise of marriage, just an invitation for some more pillow talk…minus the talking.

I finally approach a door that says TRAINING on it and then I realize there are four more just like it down the hall. I walk up to the one right in front of me and attempt to open it, but it's locked. So I move on to the next one which opens up to a mini gym, but the lights are off and no one is inside.

I walk down to the third door and pause to the throaty sound of a man grunting. He has to be in this room. I approach the door and open it gently so as to not scare him and force him to drop a weight down on himself, but when I open the door a sliver, a man lifting weights is not what my eyes have front seat to.

Female moans accompany the groans that I heard, and I focus on what I'm watching, not really intending to be nosey but the provocative display in front of me is intriguing.

There's a raven-haired female tied to the pullup bar and her feet aren't even touching the ground. Instead, they're wrapped around the rock-hard shoulders of a man. My heart sinks in a freefall of jealousy when I recognize who this is.

It's Krew.

But jealous of what? I'm not sure. I've never even spoken to the man for me to feel that form of betrayal or envy of the woman he's got his tongue on. And I can tell she's enjoying herself as he eats her out while she's hanging from her wrists, bound by some kind of rope.

Krew Rivers is devouring this woman and the pang of jealousy turns to desire as I see the perfect O form over her lips and she writhes in his grip. The sounds he's pulling from her turns me on in ways I never thought possible.

Krew is only wearing his gym shorts, his devilishly sexy calves on full display with more tattoos. His dark brown curls hang down his back while he continues his feast on this girl's pussy.

I lean in slightly to the door, desperate to see more and that's when I notice her face.

It's the girl from the meeting, and the one from the club last night.

So this is what she ran off to do?

Fuck around in the training room with Krew? Do they do this often?

"Fuck, right there, Krew." Her breathy cries bring heat to my cheeks as I think of my own cries of rapture from the night before, compliments of Hunter Dodge.

God, this is so wrong.

But before I can step out and walk away, my phone buzzes in my hand which shocks the hell out of me, sending me bumping into the door and making the biggest fucking scene possibly imaginable.

Embarrassment shatters across my face as I look up and see that Krew and his tied up companion are staring at me in nothing other than a casual curiosity.

"Oh, please don't stop my account. I was just looking for someone and obviously he's not here so I'm just gonna go now." I hide my eyes with my hand like I'm trying to block out the sun, feeling more shame than ever before.

I turn to leave the way I came but I'm interrupted before I can exit.

"Shut the door, sweetheart." Krew's raspy timber shakes me to my core. I've heard him speak before, sure. But not in the same room as me and definitely not with the juices of another woman's pussy glistening on his lips. It's a nefarious sight.

"Yes, I plan to. Sorry again." I wave my hand awkwardly and attempt one last time to turn and walk away.

But I freeze when I hear heavy footsteps eat up the space behind me and I steady my hand on the doorknob. I feel him right behind me as he reaches over and closes the door leaving me in the room instead of out of it. I feel his hand graze my arm when he reels it back in and walks back over to the girl still dangling from the pullup bar. I see her on full display and something warm creeps under my skin when I take in the image of what I'm seeing.

Is she okay being watched like that?

Does she like it?

Would I like it?

My shoulders drop in confusion, realizing I was tense.

Sooo…am I supposed to just watch?

Krew starts fitting himself back in between her legs, lifting her up as to relieve the ribbons from digging into her skin. I'm surprised they held her like that for so long.

I have no time to fucking think about what the hell is happening because it seems like Krew unleashes a tornado on this poor lady as she screams and cries in so much pleasure that she bucks harshly against his face. I'm forced to stand here and watch her get obliterated by this man's mouth; she wiggles intensely against the restraints holding her up.

I mean, I can still turn around and leave. I'm not really forced to stay. Just because he marched over here all macho-man doesn't mean I'm bound to this room. But part of me wants to stay. Part of me wants to watch what he wants me to watch.

The bind that holds the girl to the bar starts to unravel and in the same moment, her orgasm reaches her. Her eyes close tightly and her moans turn to prayers to God. The only thing holding her up now is Krew's grip on her ass and her legs wrapped around his shoulder.

I'm so forbiddingly turned on that it hurts. Watching him bring her to her point of pleasure like this sends jolts of thrill tingling to my core and the need to touch myself, or be touched, is strong.

I look down to the ground to try and bury my own enjoyment from what I'm witnessing but then I hear her moans die down and I see that he's letting her down to her feet. I turn around as if to give her privacy but that seems pretty fucking silly considering I was just gifted the VIP ticket to this exhilarating performance, watching her come on Krew's mouth while tied up.

But, Jesus, it turned me on.

Suddenly, I hear smaller footsteps approach and I curiously look over to see the raven-haired girl coming into view only to stop before opening the door to say, "Have fun." She winks at me before opening the door, exiting, and then closing the door.

Still in this room.

Still with Krew.

"I'm just gonna follow-" I attempt to say, not quite sure why I would need to stay behind or why he insisted I stay in the first place but before I can escape, he's charging toward me.

He approaches so fast that I fall back into the door, palms flail out to the sides of me, pressing into the door to hold me as he pins me on either side of my head.

He's got me caged in, almost how Hunter did yesterday. But his stare is much fiercer as he looks down at me from his tall stature. His dark brown eyes glare at me.

"I didn't say you could leave, sweetheart." What the fuck is with these men? Do they really think that they can force themselves on girls like this and that we'll just let them do whatever they fuck they want?

Oh, what am I saying? Of course, they do. And I'm walking proof seeing as I let one of them do just that to me no less than twenty four hours ago.

"I was looking for Zayden. You, umm…wouldn't happen to know where he is, would you?" I'm practically a mess of nerves and fear as Krew towers over me. He's all looming and dark while I cower like a baby beneath him.

His heady scent of leather mixed with sweat latches on to my senses and renders me completely enthralled.

"No." Is all he says and the way his voice shakes creates a fear in me that I want to actually enjoy feeling. Like the fright of what he might do to me turns me on, oddly enough.

But I can't hide the way my body is trembling with so much need right now, and I want him to make it go away.

We stay like this for what seems like hours but really is only about two minutes. Just him breathing down on me like he owns me and little ole me just fighting for my portion of air. But I'm helpless under his possession, caged between his arms like an animal. But I like it.

"Can I plea-" I try to beg for him to release me so that I can make an exit. I was doing a fabulous job earlier, actually making some headway in the new career path but this was not on the agenda for today.

But I can't even complete a full sentence without him interrupting me.

"Can you what, sweetheart?" His lips barely open when he speaks to me which kind of drives me crazy because I just want to scream, and he's being so quiet while his husky tone presents power.

I zone out on his body, roaming over every hard outline of his chest and his neck and his shoulders and his abs. My breathing becomes painfully impossible to keep up with. I'm hot and so fucking bothered.

"Nova."

"Oh, umm…" I think about what he asked me but I'm too lost in the way he exudes dominance. What do I want? And the answer to that could come from a million different things. Because though I was going to ask if he'd let me leave, and I really do think he'd let me if I asked, there's something I want more.

I feel myself tense up knowing that I'm about to say what my brain is telling to avoid confessing.

"I want to come," I whisper so lightly that it sounds like a questionable prayer to someone or something I'm not sure exists.

I mean, what woman in their right mind would think to tell a man that she wants to come?

"Good girl," he growls and nods over to the benches. I don't argue or fight it, I simply walk where he told me to, like a brainwashed bitch, and sit on the barbell bench which sits parallel to the ground.

Adrenaline kicks up at what might happen next. What do I want to happen next?

He simply smirks at me, the force of how dirty it is knocks me on my ass, because he can see my lack of resolve painted all over my face.

I look up at him behind my hooded eyes. I feel it all the way to my toes. The lust. The need. The desire.

But I also feel ashamed. I just watched him eat another girl out, shouldn't that concern me? Turn me off even? Though, I know that's not how I feel, and I know that I shouldn't actually be ashamed of it. And something about the way Krew is looking at me puts me at ease, even though it's all possessive and dark.

"What are you gonna do to me?" I ask, feeling so much anxiety from the silence that was permeating.

"I'm gonna give you what you want, Nova. I'm gonna make you come," he states in a low tone as he points to my shirt. "Off."

I look down in confusion, though I know what he wants. He wants me to unbutton my silk blouse and discard it.

"I should really get-" I start to deny his demand, feeling a tightness cord through my lungs and branch out into tickles that spread all over my skin like wildfire. It's too much. But he avoids my attempt at a protest.

"I wasn't asking, Nova. Now, take it off or I do it for you." Krew always gave me butterflies whenever I watched him perform on TV. But nothing compares to having him stand so close to me in real life. I feel it everywhere. It's hot in here, and if only to get some reprieve, I start to unbutton my shirt. But I'm shaky. Out of excitement or concern for my well-being, I'm not sure yet. But obviously I'm too hesitant for Krew's liking because he reaches down and yanks my top right off my body. Buttons smack the floor and the tear of fabric rips through the room.

Fuck.

He rips my shirt in two just as he does to his every time he wrestles on stage.

My breath hitches when he lifts me up aggressively, taking me by the back of my thighs and pressing my core to his torso tight as he walks us into the wall behind the bench.

The pain from my back smacking the wall starts immediately but then it fades when he digs his mouth into the curve of my neck and kisses me there fiercely.

The initiative of this man knocks me senseless and has me dizzy with exhilaration.

Moaning softly at first, I grind into him. Then I get a little excited and start getting louder when his mouth trails past my collarbone to the curve of my breast.

He pulls down the cup of my black lace bra and doesn't waste any time taking a nipple into his hot, wet mouth.

It feels like a fever dream. There's no way this is really happening. And I'm already so flustered that I feel like I might black out, or maybe it's from the intense pleasure that I'm feeling.

His fingers dig into my jean-clad ass as he presses me harder into the wall, like he's desperate to taste me deeper, still swirling his tongue over the hardened peak of my breast.

I don't know what to do with my hands. I press them against the wall behind me, nervous he'll drop me. Then I dig them into his hair then run them down over his shaved scalp, feeling like velvet.

"Fuck Nova, you are intoxicating," he says before moving over to my next breast. I moan at his praise, but I jump when I hear my phone vibrating on the concrete floor by the door. I must have dropped it when Krew crowded me earlier.

"I should…oh god…I should get that," I whimper when he lets my nipple go with a harsh pop.

He sets me down on my feet and walks over to my phone.

My heart races intrepidly when I see him look at who's calling, then looking right into my eyes, he answers the call.

"Yes?" His glare is overwhelming, and I just allow this man to answer my phone for me, still not knowing who it could be.

"Training room number 3." Then he hangs up.

"Umm, who was that?" I ask, feeling an ounce of awkwardness seep into the atmosphere. I attempt to pull my bra back on but he stops me.

"Don't. I want to see your tits bounce while I fuck you, Nova."

Holy shit. What did he just say to me?

My cheeks burn with desire as my whole body ignites with need. I let my bra go, reaching around to undo it entirely. It drops to the floor and the look of satisfaction that rolls over his face sends chills down my spine.

It's an audacious move for sure. I guess you can say I'm feeling rather adventurous in this moment.

"Who-who was on the phone?" I ask again.

"I saw the look of adoration in your eyes earlier, sweetheart. You liked watching me with Reyna earlier. You liked watching me eat out her pussy while she came on my tongue. Didn't you?" He presses his body into mine while he runs his fingers through my tousled hair.

I can't escape his hold, and I don't want to. And even though he just ignored my question again, I nod at him as a little whimper leaves my mouth.

"But even more, I can tell that you wanted to know what it would be like to be watched. Isn't that right?" Krew is towering over me, his shadow closing me in and forcing me to take in every inch of his hard dick pressed against my stomach.

I feel his fingers trail from my shoulders and down the side of my arm. Then back up and over my breast before circling over my nipples.

I buck gently, needing to feel his fingers in other places.

I attempt to unbutton my jeans. I need them off now. My body feels constricted as the tight denim digs into my skin.

"No. I want him to watch." He places his hand over my own to stop me from going further.

"Who's him?" I ask curiously and maybe even worriedly. Who was on the phone?

But speaking of the devil, Hunter opens the door to the room and casually walks inside before shutting us all back in.

"There she is," he whispers. And while his tone is soft compared to Krew's low rasp, it's still infuriatingly sexy. "I came for the show, Nova. I hope you don't mind."

Butterflies assault my tummy as I look between the two men in front of me. Hunter is attractive as hell with his school-boy smile and his daring blue eyes while Krew parades his dark features and ink-etched body considerably well.

And I can't help but succumb to the ripple of need that washes over my body. Both of these men have their eyes on me, and I almost forget that I'm topless as I notice my bra and shreds of my shirt are scattered across the floor. Still dressed in my jeans, the one thing I need to get out of desperately.

"I didn't get to see this part of you last night." He walks my way. "May I?" he asks, but he wasn't asking me. He was asking…Krew?

Krew nods his head and focuses his eyes on the movements of Hunter who closes the gap between us and looks at me dead in my eyes.

"I didn't expect for you to move on so quickly, little one," he whispers in my ear, but I don't sense betrayal lacing his tone. Instead, I sense the opposite. He braces himself against the wall behind me, placing one hand on each side of my head flat against the surface.

"Good thing I don't mind sharing."