Chapter 6
A s soon as the plane is in the air, I unclip my belt and stand from my seat. “I’m tired. I need to lie down,” I tell Connor, who follows me into the bedroom.
I pull the blanket back and strip out of my shirt and shorts.
Connor’s eyes burn a trail of heat down the length of my body as I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra.
Then I drop my arms and let the lace material fall to the floor.
So that I’m standing in front of Connor, the only piece of clothing on me a tiny scrap of black lace panties.
Wetness pools at my core. I need him. I want to feel him stretching me, filling me. I want the intimacy that we share when our bodies are connected. It’s been far too long since I’ve felt it.
“You know, I’ve never had a sister before. But if I did, I’m pretty sure she isn’t supposed to strip naked in front of me.” Connor smirks.
I scrunch up my nose. A disgusted shiver runs through me. “Good thing I’m not your sister then, because the things I want you to do to my body, Connor, are not very brotherly.” My fingers hook into the sides of my panties, and I slowly drag the lace down my legs.
“Fuck.” Connor stays perfectly still for a moment. Why isn’t he naked yet? “Get on the bed,” he tells me as he steps around the mattress.
My need to speed this whole thing up a bit has me following his instructions.
“In the middle. Spread your legs open wide. I want to see you,” he says, making no move to undress himself.
“Connor, I need you now. Why aren’t you getting naked?” I ask, doing as he says for a second time.
“Fucking beautiful. You’re devastatingly beautiful, Aurora,” he tells me. “I just want to look at you for a minute. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”
“You’ve seen me plenty,” I say.
“Not like this.” His head tilts to the side. “You’re wet, so fucking wet I can see your cunt glistening from here.”
“Because I need you.” I’m almost ready to beg him. My teeth bite down into my bottom lip, stopping me from doing just that.
Something flickers in Connor’s gaze. Indecision. It’s only there for a split second but it’s there. And it’s enough to have me closing my legs and pulling the blanket up to cover myself.
“We don’t have to do this. You’re not ready.”
“Don’t tell me what I am or am not ready for, Aurora.
” He pulls his shirt over his head, wincing as he does.
Then he’s sliding his sweatpants down his legs.
His cock, hard and weeping precum, bounces free.
Wrapping a fist around the base, he glares at me.
“Does this look like I’m not ready? Does this look like I don’t want you? ”
“It’s not that. You’re not ready in your head, Connor. I don’t want you to regret anything.”
He yanks the blanket off me and then climbs on to the bed, settling his body over mine. His cock pressing against my core. “I don’t regret you, Aurora. I will never regret you.”
“But you think it’s wrong to be with me.” It’s not a question. I know he believes he shouldn’t be with me.
Connor pauses. “I think I’m betraying the memory of my cousin by being with you,” he admits.
“Then why are you?”
“Because I can’t be without you. Wrong or right, we are meant to be together,” he tells me.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to apologize. To tell him I didn’t mean to kill his cousin. That it’s something that I regret every day. The fact that I knew not to drink out of a cup someone handed to me, and I did it anyway. That one mistake led to the worst thing I’ve ever done in my life.
Connor’s lips press against mine, his touch light, almost reverent. “My issues are not your burden to bear, Aurora.”
“You’re wrong. Whatever affects you affects me too.” My arms snake around his neck, pulling his mouth onto mine harder. I’m done with talking. I need to feel that ecstasy that only Connor can give me.
My legs wrap around his waist. His cock presses against me, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body.
I moan into his mouth as our tongues swirl together.
Connor moves, adjusting himself enough to put the tip of his cock at my entrance, and then he pushes inside me. Slowly. So slow it’s torture.
“Fuck.” He pauses.
“What?” I ask him.
“I don’t have a condom,” he says, and I freeze. But then my body registers how it feels. How he feels. And he feels really freaking good.
“Okay. It’s okay. Just don’t come inside me,” I tell him.
“Are you sure?” He searches my eyes for any indication that I’m uncertain. He won’t find any. I am one hundred percent certain about him. Unless…
“Wait.” I close my eyes. I don’t want to know the answer, but I have to ask. “You… you haven’t… been with anyone else, have you? I mean, clearly I’m clean as a whistle. You’re the only person I’ve ever been with.”
“Aurora, you are the only person I’ve been with since the day we met, and I’ve never fucked anyone without protection.”
“Even when you were angry with me?”
“ Even when I was angry with you . This dick belongs to you, Aurora. It only gets hard for you,” he tells me before slamming his lips back onto mine. His tongue pushes into my mouth and then he starts moving.
In and out. In and out. I feel every inch of him and it’s amazing. I hold on to him tighter. This might be a fucked-up situation, but I have Connor back. And for that, I’m grateful.
Connor groans into my mouth, increasing his speed. I’m so hungry for him. I need more. I can’t get close enough. I roll us over so I’m on top, and he groans again. This time in pain.
“Shit, sorry,” I say and then start to bounce up and down on him.
“No, you’re not.” Connor laughs.
“You’re right. I’m not.” My hands land on his chest, using his body for leverage as I grind down each time he bottoms out. “Oh god.”
“Shh, we don’t need the staff thinking I’m in here fucking my sister.” Connor covers my mouth with his hand, when he usually wants to hear me scream.
My tongue darts out and licks him before I bite down.
“Ow, fuck.” He pulls his hand away, dropping his palms to my waist. Gripping me so tight it’s bruising. “I need you to come, Aurora. Now,” he says through gritted teeth.
I circle my hips, grinding down harder, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I come so hard I see stars. Mid-orgasm, Connor throws me off him and then he’s on top of me, straddling my waist with his cock in his hands, pumping it until he’s spilling himself all over my stomach.
I smile up at him. “Well, that was fun.”
“Fun? No, fun is a theme park, princess. That was fucking fantastic.” He climbs off the bed, and I get a glimpse of his back. The bandage covering his wound isn’t white anymore. It’s red.
“You’re bleeding. Shit, we need to be more careful.” I stand, wrapping the sheet around myself, and open the first door. I find an adjoining bathroom. It’s small but we can both fit inside. It’s not as if I don’t want to be close to him. “I actually don’t like seeing you hurt,” I tell him.
Connor smiles. “That’s because you looove me.” He draws a heart over his chest.
“I can change my mind about that.” I scowl at him.
“Nope. If you could, you would have already.” His arms circle around me and he pulls me against his chest. “I’m not hurt. I’m fine.”
After getting cleaned up and replacing his bandage—thankfully none of his stitches were actually out—Connor tugged me back onto the bed.
Lying here, facing him now, I’m afraid to close my eyes. No matter how tired I am.
“We should sleep,” he tells me.
“You should see a head doctor when we get to Melbourne. You were out cold for ages, Connor, and the doc who sewed you up said your body was just in shock. What if it’s not that?” I ask him.
“I’m fine. Trust me. Nothing is keeping me from you.”
“Promise me if we go to sleep right now, you’re going to wake up.” I’m so fucking terrified of losing him. “When I thought you were… When you were shot and you weren’t moving, I thought you were dead. I didn’t move because I wanted them to find me. I wanted to be dead with you.”
“I need you to promise me something, princess,” Connor says.
“What?”
“If I die, I want you to promise that you will fight to continue living for both of us. If I die, I want you to do whatever it is you have to do to find happiness again. I don’t want you to die with me. I want you to live.”
I blink at him. “I can’t make promises I’m not sure I can keep,” I whisper.
Connor kisses the middle of my forehead. “Let’s sleep on it,” he says, and then his eyes close.