This was a hot and steamy chapter and it seems our little Nova has an exhibitionist streak. I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think.
Ambrose’s POV It’s cliche as all fuck that I was born on the fourth of July, so I usually try to ignore that fact. The last couple of weeks, with all the pride events and all the unconventional ways and places Nova and I found to get some sex in it has been wild. Getting a blowjob in front of everyone was never something that I had imagined, yet spirits were high and most of the people around us were drunk. Cade dared Nova so they squatted down on their platforms and gave me a mind-numbing orgasm on a party bus. Yeah, that was one thing I never thought would happen, the funny part was when I insisted on reciprocating and dove under Nova’s skirt, pulling their panties off and everyone saw me deepthroat their beautiful cock. I took pride in that moment, I didn’t even choke once. Practice does make perfect! I’m just happy that Cade and Christophe were either drunk enough not to remember or smart enough not to bring it up again. This is Nova and Cassie’s first summer in Brookly
Nova’s POV The attorney sits across from us in a shiny office building. This isn’t his office but that of an affiliate of his in New York. He works out of Boston, normally. “Your 25th birthday was yesterday, Mr. Riordan, am I correct?” “Ummm… just call me Ambrose, sir.” Ambrose squeezes my hand. “I need you both to come with me to my office in Boston immediately so that we can sign all the necessary papers with all parties present. Your Uncle, Marcel will need to sign as well. Your, um, partner can come along if you choose.” The attorney says stiffly. A couple of hours later we are in a plush office in Boston and a man who has the same blond curls as Ambrose and looks much like an older, more wealthy version of my man is walking in. He walks right up to Ambrose. “I am sorry, that I have not met you until now, I was not permitted the opportunity. I am a very private man since my divorce and work solely out of my home, so rarely go out in public, but have inquired
Shawn’s POV I am writing my own obituary. Yes, you heard that correctly. I sit at the little desk in my new bedroom and flip on the desk lamp in front of me. I am surrounded by boxes. My whole life boxed up and moved from Atlanta to Brooklyn and I am more than fine with that. In fact I donated or otherwise got rid of more than half of my belongings because they just would no longer be needed. I kept my collection of soccer balls.It was the only sport that I ever enjoyed or was good at and it was perfect that it is played all over the world since we have lived in so many different places over the years, moving to wherever my father has been stationed. Of course, where we lived in Atlanta I was often teased for not playing Football or Basketball, they were what most of the boys were into, but I never could get the taste for them. My father was the one who had pushed me to play sports, he had pushed me to walk straight and tall, lift my chin high, use a firm handshake and look ever
Nova’s Pov I stand in front of my new school, Abraham Lincoln High School in Brooklyn, NY. It is the first day of my senior year of high school. It has been just over a month since we moved to Brooklyn, and I have essentially killed off my past life letting go of everything from my past.well, almost everything. I still talk to Cassie weekly and text and email her as needed. She’s my bff and the only person from my past that knew the real me. I even had mom get me a new phone and phone number to match the fresh start that I am making. Looking around I am relieved to see some diversity here, other kids with colorful hair, one proudly displaying a rainbow flag on their backpack and giggling with a girl with an eyebrow ring and mischievous look on her face. Her short hair is dyed in shades of greens and blues.I also see a group of typical jocks and some preppy looking kids, and a small group smoking across the street with their bad boy , gang banger type vibes…okay, them I defin
Aldo’s POV “Dude, did you hear me?” Tom, my fellow Barista asks. I’m ina bit of a daze, or rather I’m hungover from partying with the guys after practice last night…the painkillers and coffee haven’t kicked in yet so my head is thumping. “Yeah, what was that again, man?” I grumble as I sip my second coffee of the day. I inhale the rich aroma of my coffee before catching a sweet new scent in the air…archidds, and something else, would be my guess…gosh I spend too much time with my mom and sisters, why was I the only dude in the family besides dad? My parents were told their chances of conceiving even with in vitro were slim to none…mom had had 3 miscarriages before adopting me and a few years later Cicely, then, BAM surprise mom got pregnant and managed to carry Sidney to term…so we are kind of a patchwork family, but that is cool with me. My birth parents died when I was 18 months old, and thankfully, the Reeds adopted me not long after. Mrs Reed had been my birth mom’s coll
Nova’s POV It’s finally Friday. I say “finally” because ever since Sidney invited me to see her adoptive brother perform I find myself excited about going out with friends as my true self, and without sneaking out at that! Also, having to hear Adia gush over her sexy coworker is getting on my nerves. My big sister can be so annoying when she likes a guy, but it sounds like this guy is playing it cool. She did go on and on about some flirty comments, but both baristas were throwing those at her according to what she was saying. It’s just a small coffee shop near her school, there are two full time baristas, two part timers other than herself and the manager. Today is her second day on the job and I plan on being out of here before she gets home from work. I glance at Shawn’s obituary that is plastered on the corner of my vanity mirror and apply my eyeliner and some lipstain. Before dabbing some watermelon lip gloss on full lips. The phone rings and any other day I would be thril
Aldo’s POV Throughout my set I couldn’t stop glancing at the violet haired beauty sitting next to my sister. I knew that it had to be her non-binary friend, Nova. I still have know idea what sex they are but I feel myself drawn to them like a moth drawn to a flame. It isn’t just their smooth, rich mocha skin,warm, chocolate eyes, high cheekbones or violet ringlets…it is something in their whole being. I notice every curl of their lip and the delicate way they sip their beverage with their eyes locked on me. Oh, to be that cup…pressed up to those full lips sweetly. I feel like a magnet is drawing me to them and for the first time ever I am excited to finish my set and get off stage just so that I can be closer to them. Sidney told me that they were beautiful and I had expected someone pretty but nothing could prepare me for their sheer magnetism. As soon as my set finished I made my way off stage and stowed my guitar in it’s case, leaving them in a secure backstage corner I q
Nova’s POV Even after Aldo said his goodbyes, giving us each a brief hug and whispering that he looks forward to seeing me again I felt like I was in a dream. Yes, he seemed to pull back and become a bit more reserved just before his friend showed up and I did not miss his friend calling our space “the Kiddie table”, but the way his lips brushed my ear and his seductive voice as he expressed his interest in seeing me again had my heart beating to a new rhythm all it’s own. I watched as the men went to a table at the back of the cafe where an angry looking brunette sat with her arms crossed. Aldo’s friend tried to kiss her and she pulled away scowling. I’m not sure what that is about, but not long after Aldo went backstage, then came out with a leather jacket and guitar case before leaving. “Nova? Are you even listening?” Chantelle chimes with a slightly impatient look on her face, but mischief in her eyes. Now that she has my attention she continues” We were just talking abou