Chapter 34: Getting hard already?

Alan, holding a nylon bag containing the disks, stood in front of a door, hesitating for a while before finally knocking.

"Who’s there?" a weak male voice sounded from inside.

"It’s... it’s your neighbor, Alan. I... I wanted to ask if you’re the one who lent my girlfriend some disks," Alan replied.

There was a long silence before the door creaked open, and a man heavily bandaged from head to toe stepped out, staring at Alan.

"You... you are that mad beauty’s boyfriend?" he asked.

Alan was speechless, staring at the man with a confused expression on his face.

The man took another glance at Alan. "You seem to know how to handle her, seeing as she didn’t beat you up. You look so fragile—won’t she eventually kill you with a single punch if you offend her?" he asked, tears welling up in his eyes.

Alan was even more confused. "We are very good, and please don’t lend her these types of disks anymore," he replied, passing the bag of disks to him before turning to leave.

The man’s jaw dropped. "Listen to me, she’s the one who forced herself into my house! I didn’t want to lend them to her before!" the man shouted, but Alan wasn’t ready to listen to him and completely ignored him.

The man sighed heavily. "Look at how disadvantaged I am, all thanks to her. You better be careful, or you won’t be able to explain how you died when you die in her hands—that’s even if you’re given the chance to explain," he thought, snorting coldly as he closed his door.

Alan entered his apartment, breathing out a heavy sigh. "At least those are returned," he murmured. He walked over to Nova, who was still sitting on the couch, and was about to speak, but his eyes widened once more in absolute shock.

"Why... are you still watching it?!" he almost screamed, staring at his opened laptop.

Nova didn’t turn her head, calmly eating her chips. "Well, you won’t let me watch the TV, so I’ll just have to check the website then," she replied.

Alan walked to Nova’s side with the intention of pulling the laptop away, only to realize it was his own. "You... unlocked it?" he asked, his voice filled with surprise.

"Just bridge arranging, it’s not a big deal," Nova replied.

Alan’s heart skipped a beat. "You... went through my messages?" he asked.

"That’s your privacy and....a message popped up as soon as I unlocked it, but I left it unanswered," Nova replied, putting another chip into her mouth.

"Nova, I—" He couldn’t finish his statement before Nova turned up the volume on the video.

"Let’s enjoy the movie first," she commented.

Alan stared at Nova a moment longer, then his gaze fell on the screen, only to tear his eyes away immediately. "This... this isn’t appropriate," he murmured, a heavy flush of heat already creeping up his neck.

Nova stared at him and chuckled, her voice dropping into a sultry, dangerous purr. "Getting hard already?" she whispered. Closing the distance between them, she smoothly straddled him, sinking her weight intimately onto his lap so they were face-to-face.

"What... what are you doing?" Alan’s heart raced wildly. His face flushed a deep crimson as he tried to look away, but with Nova firmly seated on his lap, pressing her soft curves against his growing arousal, he couldn’t find an escape.

Nova gently hooked one slender finger under his chin, pulling his face up to meet her seductive gaze. "You address me as your girlfriend to others, but when you’re alone with me, you become so beautifully meek," she whispered, leaning forward until her warm breath fanned his lips.

Alan’s breath hung in his throat, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "You... you followed me?" he asked, his heart thumping wildly against his ribs.

Nova shook her head, a wicked glint in her eyes. "You just confirmed it," she replied and chuckled, a low, breathy sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Look at you... you’re already so hard," she murmured, leaning in closer to softly bite his earlobe, letting her hot breath ghost over his sensitive skin.

Alan felt literal electricity shooting through his entire body. He could feel his little brother straining painfully against his zipper, hard, aching, and completely uncalmable beneath her shifting weight.

"No... Nova, you... you need to get down first," his voice turned husky and rough, trying desperately to suppress his spiraling desire.

Nova stared down at him, her lips curling into a deeply seductive smile. "You don’t want me? Or... did I fail to catch your attention?" she asked, her tone dripping with temptation, even though she was very well aware of the answer.

Defeated by his own longing, Alan wrapped his trembling hands tightly around Nova’s slender waist. He buried his flushed face in the soft, fragrant valley of her chest, inhaling her intoxicating scent deeply. "Of course I want you. I... I deeply love you, Nova, but you... you are already married. I don’t want to be just your toyboy. I don’t want to be your secret mistress whom you will later abandon," he confessed. His voice was choked, sounding more like a man fighting desperately to hold his shattered emotions back.

Nova chuckled, her fingers threading softly through his hair. "Who says you will only be my toyboy?" she asked.

"I don’t want to be a kept man, either. I can see how much Cassian loves you, and you do love him very much as well," Alan replied, his voice muffled against her skin.

Nova gently patted his hair. "You can be my husband too. And yes, Cassian isn’t my only husband," she said.

Alan was stunned. He slowly raised his head, staring at Nova with wide, trembling eyes. "You’re cheating on him?" he asked in a breathless whisper, his expression filled with shock.

Nova raised a delicate eyebrow. "It can’t be considered cheating. I have two husbands. Plus you, that makes three—and I’ll introduce you to them," she replied smoothly.

Alan placed his head back against Nova’s soft breasts, overwhelmed by the pounding of his own heart. "This isn’t right... how did they accept that?" he asked.

"You say it’s not right, but your body and actions scream that it’s perfectly right. Just look at you, obsessed with burying your head in my boobs," Nova stated, her voice dripping with sinful amusement.

Alan raised his head, immediately turning his flushed face away in embarrassment. "You... you should lower the volume of that video. It’s... distracting me," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Nova laughed softly, her chest vibrating against him. "I guess it’s making you even more excited, hm?" she commented.

Alan stared deeply into Nova’s captivating eyes, losing himself in the heat between them. "Can... can I call you... Snow?" he asked, his voice a vulnerable whisper.

Nova’s brows knitted slightly, finding the name oddly familiar, but she didn’t dwell on it. "Fine, you can call me anything you like," she replied.

A deeply satisfied, loving smile appeared on Alan’s lips. "Then... then we can register our marriage tomorrow?" he asked eagerly.

"You don’t oppose me having two husbands anymore?" Nova asked, her lips lightly grazing the jawline of his face.

Alan was silent for a while, panting softly under her touch. "Since they can accept me, it’s fine. But we will have registered our marriage before you introduce me to them," he replied. "And if they try anything funny, I’ll just run away with you," he thought fiercely.

Nova laughed lightly, already guessing Alan’s possessive thoughts. "Fine, then..." she replied, and shifted as if about to get off Alan’s lap.

But he immediately grabbed her hips, pulling her flush against his burning arousal.

"You... you want to leave me like this? I... I’m so hard," Alan whispered pleadingly. His eyes were glossy and teary with raw need as he stared deeply into Nova’s eyes, practically begging for release.

Nova’s smile widened, growing even more teasing and wicked. "You want me to...?"

Unable to hold back a single second longer, Alan pulled Nova fiercely against him. He tilted her head back and crashed his mouth against hers, sealing her lips in a desperately deep, scorching hot kiss that ignited the blazing fire between them.