Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
S topping the car, I switch off the engine and take a deep breath. I shouldn’t be here. I don’t even know why I came. What do I care if the asshole is drunk? He’s big enough to take care of himself. I’m not his keeper, and I’m not his girlfriend.
So why the hell did I drive all the way out to the O’Malley cabin to check on him?
I shake my head, and step out of the car and into the cold night air, wrapping my sweater around me tighter.
I’m only wearing the shorts and tank I went to bed in and my furry UGG boots I got the last time we went to Australia.
I had this black cardigan in the back seat, thank god, because it’s fucking chilly out here.
Connor’s is the only other car in the driveway, which isn’t surprising.
Most people don’t party on a school night.
They save that for weekends. I’ve been to this cabin once or twice before.
Kenny is known for his killer parties. I don’t ever stick around long, though. Drunk teenagers aren’t really my scene.
I open the trunk of my car, lift the carpet, and pull out a small pistol.
Never be under-prepared and you’ll stay alive.
My brother’s words echo in my head. If my parents or any of the other oldies knew I had this, they would have a hissy fit.
No one wants me to have guns. Well, other than my brothers, who have been secretly taking me to the range for years.
Gripping the pistol firmly in my hand, because I have no idea what I’m walking into here, I make my way up to the front door. It’s quiet. I can’t hear music or talking. I twist the handle, not surprised when it opens, before I walk in and shut the door quietly.
Where the hell is he?
I make my way into the kitchen. There’s nothing there. Just as I turn, I see a figure out of the corner of my eye and my hand raises.
“Don’t shoot,” Kenny says, holding his hands in the air.
“Why not? No one would even know,” I ask him.
“I would know, and I’d come back and haunt your pretty little ass.” He smirks.
I lower my gun, because I have no intention of actually shooting this kid. “Where’s Connor?”
“First, how about: How are you, Kenny ? Sorry I broke into your house, Kenny. Second, what the fuck do you want with my cousin, Aurora? And third, how’d you know we were here?”
“First, I’m not sorry. Second, none of your damn business, and third…” I smile at him. “Where is he?” I repeat.
“You know, whatever you two are doing is going to end in tragedy… Like Romeo and Juliet style tragedy. Nothing good is ever going to come out of you two fooling around.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him he’s wrong, because I came from Connor and me fooling around. I don’t say that, though. I am a lady after all. “When I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it, Kenny. If you’re not going to help me, I’ll find him myself.”
“Top floor, third door on your right.” Kenny sighs, “But if anyone asks, I didn’t know shit about this.”
“Smart choice.” I walk past him and make my way upstairs. I’m about to raise my hand and knock when I decide to just open the door. If Connor didn’t want me to come and check on him, he wouldn’t have called me. Okay, technically he texted me, and I called him.
But he was wasted. I’m just here to make sure he hasn’t choked on his own vomit or something. I’d hate for him to die and then people find out I was the last person he spoke to. Considering we’re not supposed to be speaking to each other at all.
There’s a lamp turned on, casting a low light over the room. And Connor is sitting in a chair, slumped back. Passed out. I walk over and kick at his shin, probably harder than I should. “Wake up.”
“Huh?” His eyes flutter open and a smile spreads across his face. “ Mo mhuirnín , good dream.”
“How much did you drink?” I ask him.
Connor slips as he tries to sit higher in the chair and shakes his head. “Ut-uh, this is the part of my dream where you start getting naked, SB.”
“SB?” I ask.
“Sleeping Beauty, my Sleeping Beauty.” He smirks. “You’re so beautiful, mo mhuirnín .”
“Okay, Prince Charming, you seem fine, so I’m gonna leave you to it. Try not to drown in your own vomit.” As I turn to leave, Connor reaches out and grabs hold of my wrist.
“Why do you have a gun?” he asks me.
“Why are you drunk?”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about you. Thought it’d help,” he says, standing up and not letting go of my wrist.
“Did it?”
“Not even a little.” He shakes his head and pulls me towards the bed.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting on that bed with you.” He smirks at me. “This is my dream. I get to say how it goes.”
“This isn’t a dream, Connor, and you’re drunk.”
“Mmm, come on, Aurora. Just lie here with me,” he says, pulling me down on top of him as he falls onto the mattress. “That’s better.” Connor rolls over to his side. I fall next to him. His fingers reach up and brush my hair out of my face. “It didn’t work.”
“What didn’t work?”
“The month. You left for a whole month and told me to forget. It didn’t work.”
I smile. I don’t know why, but I like his drunken honesty, his vulnerability. “I didn’t forget either.”
“I know. I’m not easily forgettable. And you gave me your V-card, babe. That’s something you’ll never forget.” He smirks at me.
“I’m still holding a gun you know. I could wipe that stupid smile off your face with the pull of a trigger,” I tell him.
“You’re not going to shoot me.” His hand moves to my leg, and his fingers start trailing up and down, leaving goose bumps on my skin.
“You seem pretty sure about that.” I raise the barrel, pressing the cold metal against his chest. The safety is on. I’m not completely insane.
“I am sure,” he says. “But let’s put that down, because I’m going to make you come. It’s been too fucking long. And I don’t want you accidentally pulling the trigger when your body explodes.”
I let Connor take the gun from my hand. He places it on the bedside table while rolling his body on top of mine. “Connor, you’re drunk. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I’m not that drunk, and we most certainly should be doing this.”
“I’m not taking advantage of you,” I tell him, while my hands do the opposite, snaking under his shirt and roaming over his abs.
“Trust me, Aurora, I’m the one with the advantage here,” he says, pushing up onto his knees. Using one hand, he pulls the shirt over his head, revealing all the smooth skin I want to lick until I’ve had my fill.
I should be stopping him, right? There’s some sort of social norm that says you shouldn’t sleep with a drunk person. But damn, I can feel myself get wetter and wetter, with the way he’s looking at me like a starved lion that hasn’t eaten in months.
Connor licks his lips. “I’ve been dreaming about this, probably still am,” he says as he hooks his fingers into my sleep shorts. I lift my hips off the bed, letting him drag the material down my legs.
Again, the idea to stop him crosses my mind and then his fingers are touching me, spreading the lips of my pussy apart as he stares at me.
“Fuck me, so damn perfect. And so fucking mine,” he says, gliding a single finger from the bottom to the top of my pussy.
“Oh shit.” My voice shakes as pleasure starts to build in my lower stomach. I’ve only experienced this feeling with Connor. Well, actually, I did a little self-exploration while I was in Italy, but I was thinking about Connor the whole time so he was still there, in a way.
“I love how you react to my touch.” Connor leans down, his shoulders holding my legs open as he settles between them, before blowing onto my core.
“Mmm.” My eyes close.
“Open your eyes. Look at me. Watch,” he tells me.
Leaning up on my elbows, I stare down at his face buried between my legs. His tongue slides up my center, and I struggle to stay upright. The pleasure is too much already.
“This isn’t how I want this,” Connor says. Gripping my hips, he moves onto his back, taking me with him before settling me so I’m sitting on his face.
“Shit.” I balance myself on my knees, trying to take my weight off him.
“Hold on to the headboard and ride my face, Aurora. I want you to give me everything you got while I eat you out,” he says.
“You what?” I can’t do this. Can I?
Connor’s hands grip my hips and he pulls me down onto his mouth, which closes around my clit as he sucks on me.
My head falls back, my body falling forward.
My hands grab on to the headboard. I look down into Connor’s deep-green eyes.
He’s staring up at me while he sucks, licks, and whatever the hell else he’s doing to me.
“Oh shit, Connor, I’m going to…” I scream as insane pleasure tears through me. He doesn’t stop. He continues to suck and lick me while I grind myself against his face.
Once I’m completely spent, I tumble to the side. What the hell was that? And can we do it again? These questions I keep to myself.
“You good?” Connor asks, pushing my hair out of my face.
I smile up at him. “Perfect.”
“That was just the beginning.” He smirks. Then he’s sitting up and unbuttoning his jeans before he pulls his wallet from his pocket. Digging around until he finds a condom.
“You always carry those with you?” I ask him.
“This has been in there since the last time we were together,” he tells me.
“So, you either went around having unprotected sex the entire time I was gone, or you didn’t have sex at all?”
“I didn’t have sex at all,” he confirms.
I want to believe him, but I also don’t want to be stupid.
How can someone who looks like him not have gotten laid for a whole month?
We’re also not together, so he’s free to do what he wants.
Although I think the message I gave Melissa today at school will let all the girls know that Connor isn’t a free agent.
“You don’t believe me. I can’t make you, but I can work on it.” He rips the foil packet open with his teeth. “Do you want this, Aurora?” he asks, rolling the condom down onto his shaft.
I nod my head. Because I do want this. I want him. “Yes,” I say aloud.
“Good.” He lines up his cock with my entrance and slowly pushes inside me. There’s a slight twinge of pain. But other than that, I just feel… full. Complete.