Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
A urora went to Idaho. For what? I have no fucking idea. She said she’d be gone the whole weekend but she got back last night. It’s now Sunday. I could wait another day to see her at school, and I probably should. But I don’t want to.
Which is why I’m hanging out at the empty church she’s sitting inside. I don’t want to interrupt her. I might be an ass, but I’ve been raised Catholic my whole life and whatever Aurora’s relationship with God is, I’m not interfering with it.
She stands and I watch as she makes the sign of the cross before turning around. Her steps stop when she sees me. “Connor?” She looks around, probably to check if anyone else is here, but we’re alone. “What are you doing here?”
“Me? I’m here to talk to my old friend Jesus, obviously. We’re like this.” I hold up my crossed fingers.
“Really? Well, don’t let me stop you,” she says.
“I must say… I’m surprised to see you here.” I walk towards her.
“Why? You don’t think I go to church?” she asks.
“No, I figured you’d burst into flames the moment you stepped through the doors.” I smirk. I’m honestly surprised she hasn’t. I know I’ve said the wrong thing when her face drops. It’s only for a split second before she recovers.
“Funny. If running that crappy Irish wannabe crime family doesn’t work out for you, you could try stand-up,” she says.
I laugh. “I have no intention of taking over the family business,” I admit out loud for the first time.
“Really? Pretty sure the heir doesn’t usually get a choice, Connor.”
“Pretty sure everyone has a choice.”
“To live or die maybe.” Aurora lifts one shoulder. “Did you follow me here?”
“No.” I didn’t follow her. I followed the GPS location of her phone.
“I should go.”
“Or… you could stay.” Taking hold of her hand, I pull her towards the side of the church.
“What are you doing? Where are we going?”
“Somewhere we can be alone.” I take her through the back and up the stairs, and Aurora groans.
“Really, Connor, why are we climbing up here?”
“Because no one else is going to come up here,” I tell her. This staircase leads to the bell tower.
“No shit, because no one in their right mind is climbing these stairs,” she grumbles. Once we’re at the top, I sit on the floor. It’s a small space, but we’re alone. Aurora sits next to me. “Is this where you push me out the window? Let me plunge to my untimely demise.”
I laugh. “Why the fuck would you come all the way up here with me if you thought I was going to throw you down?”
“Because I’d make sure I took you with me.” Aurora’s lips tilt up into half a smile.
“What happened?” I ask her.
“What do you mean?”
“You seem… distant.” She’s more closed off than she has been over the last few weeks. We’ve had a lot of fun together, had a lot of conversations. I know her. And I know that something’s wrong.
“I’m just tired,” she says. “So, if not to throw me out the window, what did you bring me up here for?”
“To talk?”
“Connor, I don’t want to talk right now.” Aurora rises up onto her knees, pulling her top over her head and revealing a blue silk bra that’s struggling to contain her breasts. Along with two knives that are attached to a matching halter.
Fuck, that’s hot. I mean, side boob is always hot. But side boob with a knife attached? Fucking smoking.
“You get these designed to match your bras?” I finger the custom holster.
“You want to talk about where I get clothes made or do you want to make me come?” Aurora counters.
“Yeah, talking is overrated,” I tell her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her down on top of me. My mouth latches on to one of her breasts, sucking her nipple through the silk while removing each knife from her body, because I am not taking the risk of her stabbing me again.
“Oh god!” Aurora moans. Her arms wrap around the back of my neck, holding my head against her chest. Not that I plan on going anywhere.
I let my hands roam up and down her legs, which are now straddling me, as I continue to lavish her breasts. “I need you,” I tell her.
“You have me. Right here. Now what are you going to do with me?”.
“The possibilities are endless, but I think I’ll settle for making you scream my name.”
“You think you’re that good that I’ll scream your name?” Aurora grinds her pussy against my cock.
Fuck me, I think I might be the one screaming soon.
I sit back on my knees. “Roll over.”
Her brows draw down. “Why?”
“Because I said so. Roll over,” I repeat as I undo my pants and free my cock. Aurora pauses momentarily before she repositions herself so she’s lying on her stomach.
Scooping my hands under her hips, I pick them up until she’s bent over and on her knees. “Ow, shit, I think I just got a splinter,” she groans.
I flip her skirt up and slide her panties down to her knees. “Fuck, I love your ass.” My hands grab each perfect, fuckable, round globe.
“Connor, hurry up.” Aurora pushes herself backwards into my hands.
“You can’t rush greatness, babe.” I lean forward and run my fingers through her folds from her clit right up to her asshole. Circling around.
Aurora’s body stiffens. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Shh, I’m enjoying what’s mine,” I say, biting down on her left ass cheek hard enough to leave a mark. I swipe my tongue over the raised skin, soothing it before moving back to her puckered hole.
“No,” she says.
“Aurora, relax. Enjoy it. Trust me, you will.” My hands spread her cheeks apart as my tongue delves in, licking around her back hole.
I press my fingers into her clit, circling while continuing to eat out her ass.
It doesn’t take long for Aurora to start grinding her ass into my face harder.
Chasing that high. I move my fingers south, pushing them into her dripping-wet cunt.
“I want you to scream my name when you come,” I tell her.
“Oh, God!” she yells out, and I bite down again. That’s not the name I want to hear.
My tongue pushes into her asshole while my fingers pump in and out of her pussy. Increasing speed as I feel her tightening around me.
Her body starts shaking. “Jesus, God, oh, Jesus Christ!”
The bell above rings right as she comes, drowning out the sound of her screams. I roll her over, settling myself between her legs. “You still with me?”
“Uh-huh.” She smiles breathlessly up at me.
“Good.”
Aurora’s orgasmic bliss has well and truly worn off. She’s currently sitting across from me, glaring at everyone who walks near our table. We found a little hole-in-the-wall dive bar. No one who knows us would ever come to a place like this, which makes it safe.
“You know I never thought bitch face could be hot. But somehow, on you, it just fucking is.” I lift my beer to my lips.
“Did you just call me a bitch?” she asks me.
I laugh. “I’m not that brave, mo mhuirnín .” Because I have no doubt if I called Aurora a bitch, she’d jump across the table and strangle me. “I called your face a bitch. Different.”
“Do you know how long it takes for someone to bleed out when you slice through their carotid artery?” She lifts a challenging brow.
“I do,” I tell her.
“Well, do you know how long it takes me to have a knife sticking out the side of your neck?”
“How long?”
“Less than a minute,” she says.
“I have no doubt. Which, again, is why I didn’t call you a bitch. I said you have a hot resting-bitch face.” I shake my head. “What are your plans after we finish school?” I need to change the subject before she really does try to jump over the table.
“I don’t know,” she says.
“We graduate in six months. You have to have some plans. College? Travel? What are they?”
“I’m expected to go to college,” she says, looking away.
“But you don’t want to?”
“I’m not academic. I don’t want to go through another four years of pretending to be something I’m not,” she admits.
“What do you mean pretending to be something you’re not ?”
“My parents think I get grades all on my own. But Dante’s been doing my assignments for me since the fifth grade.”
“That’s… wow, okay. Why?” I ask her.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m stupid. I can’t do it.” She shrugs.
“One, you are far from stupid, Aurora. Whoever put that idea into your head is a fucking moron. And two, you can do whatever you want. You’re a fucking Valentino,” I remind her.
“Wow, you sound just like my dad.” Aurora laughs.
“I just had my tongue in your ass. Trust me, I’m nothing like your dad.”
Her face blushes, and her eyes widen as she looks around to make sure no one heard me. “Oh my god!” she hisses at me.
“Yeah, that’s what you were saying, by the way. Not once did the name Connor come out of your mouth.”
“Oh, I’m aware.” Aurora smiles proudly. “It did take effort not to say it, though, so don’t be too hard on yourself. You fought the good fight.”
Something shifts in Aurora’s eyes as her glares settles over my shoulder. When I turn around to see what she’s looking at, she’s already out of her seat and walking past me.
“Fuck.” I get up and follow her.
Aurora picks up a cue from the pool table, and then hits some guy over the back of the head with it as he’s caging some girl against the wall. He lets go of the girl and turns around. “What the fuck? You little bitch. You’re going to pay for that,” he yells, taking a step towards Aurora.
“Yeah? And who’s going to make me? You?” She laughs, still clutching the stick in her hands.
When I see his fist come out towards her, I shove her out of the way, blocking the blow and throwing one of my own. My knuckles connect with his jaw. He was actually going to hit her. I see fucking red. Before I know it, I have the guy on the ground. Hitting him over and over again.
“Connor, stop.” Aurora grabs my arm and tries to pull me back.
I stand and look at her.
“I don’t need you to jump in and defend me.” She glares at me, before turning to the guy on the ground. Kicking at him with the toe of her shoe. “And you’re a fat, fucking ugly bastard. Try picking on someone your own size.”
I grab her hand and drag her out of the bar.
“Don’t do that,” she says, pulling her arm free.
“Do what?”
“Protect me, fight for me. I can do it myself,” she yells, and storms down the alleyway.
I follow her, my voice rising as I shove her against the brick wall. “Yeah, guess what? I’m gonna keep doing it, so get used to it.” My mouth slams down on hers, and Aurora wraps her arms around my neck. Pulling me tighter against her.