Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
Aurora
“You’re so tan.” I hug Bree. So happy that she is finally home. “I’m jealous.”
“It was so peaceful and beautiful there,” she looks so refreshed. “We had own our private little pool, off the deck of our suite. I spent a lot of time in the sun, drinking fruity drinks and eating more than I should have. But it was so easy, I clicked a button, and fifteen to twenty minutes later I had someone showing up at our room. It was incredible. But we missed Piper and all of you.”
I step back, so each of the girls can move in to hug her, while the guys are moving around near the pool table having their own conversations.
I ignore the way Jace keeps looking at me, pouting, and waiting for me to respond.
I know I can’t be mad at him, but I can’t shake the irritation I’ve felt for days.
“Heard about the egging,” Bree nudged my shoulder gaining back my full attention. She I smiling and so is Luna, Presley had yet to say much of anything.
“I should have dotted her eye, like I told her I was going to.”
“More like tattoo her eye,” Luna laughs. “Zac filled us all in the next morning in between his fit of laughter.”
“Have you ever met the horrid bitch?”
“Yep,” she glances at Bree. “We call her the Ink Skank.”
Something shifts in Bree’s eyes and her nostrils flare.
“I call her a lot of things, but yeah that too.”
Bree shivers, Luna laughs and I glance at Presley who seems as confused as I am.
“Wait,” I feel my stomach twisting around as it all starts to make sense. “Did Daxton,” Bree closes her eyes and I don’t finish the sentence for her sake.
“Yes, and so did Zac and Oliver,” she clarifies. “On separate occasions of course, but still nasty.”
“She is built like a fucking boy,” I throw my hands up in the air. “Like she has no tits, just nipples.” I don’t get it! “I’m, it’s, oh my God! What is wrong with these idiots?”
Without any of them answering I turn around to face the guys and throw my hands up in the air. “What in the hell is wrong with you dumbasses.” They all look at me like I’ve lost my mind. “I’m not even sure she classifies as an A cup!”
It then dawns on them and each one of them have the audacity to look ashamed. “Dumb, Dumber, Dumbest, and Dumbfuck!”
I grab the bottle of tequila unscrew the top and take a swig.
“I need a fucking vacation to a tropical island and I think we need to leave all the dicks behind.” I let out a huff of air and all three of them burst into laughter.
I am a hot mess, I admit it. But seeing Presley laugh made it all worth it. I haven’t found the time to have a heart to heart with her, but I know whatever is going on with her, its big. It has to be, she looks exhausted, stressed and really sad.
When she notices me looking at her, she quickly averts her eyes and I know I’m right.
Before I can say another word, I feel a strong set of arms wrap around me and suddenly my feet are no longer on the floor.
I am carried down the hall, into the bathroom and sat on the ink. Jace shuts the door, flips the lock, and places his hands on either side of me, caging me in.
“I see someone is still pissed off.”
I lift a brow and press my lips together in a tight line. His tip up at the corner into a smile.
“I’m going to tell you something and I really need you to hear what I’m saying. When I say hear me, I mean commit it to memory and understand that what I am saying is nothing but the truth.”
I narrow my eyes and he chuckles, leaning in to kiss me. A quick peck before leaning back once again.
“I love you, only you. I have never loved another woman. You are the one my heart beats for. You are the one I think of the moment my eyes open and you are the last thought before I fall to sleep each night. Before you, none of that matters. I floated through my days, never thinking of what I was doing or why. I didn’t care about tomorrow; I wasn’t a good guy. Sometimes I battle with that version of me, but there is one difference from then to now, and that is you. Every move I make I weigh it against what would Ror feel. You are the center of my everything, and I know I made some really fucked up decisions before us but that’s over.”
He cups my face, moving in closer between my thighs and he gets that dirty sinful look on his face. The one he gets when he’s up to something. “I forgot everyone from my past the moment I slid inside of you. You baby, are the most incredible, sexy woman. I swear I am dangling from a string when it comes to you, you hold the power, I am a fucking puppet. All those assholes would have a field day if they heard me admit that but I don’t care. You have me by the balls, leading me around figuratively and I am okay with that. I love it, because when I am with you, nothing else matters. Took me far too long to figure out that you are my everything and I can’t lose you baby. I can’t, I won’t, so you can be pissed at me, you can scowl at me and yell at me, but you need to remember one thing. You have my heart and that is something no one else has ever had before you and no one else ever will. It’s branded with your name forever. I fucking love you baby.”
I stare at him, floored by his words.
How am I supposed to respond to that?
So instead of doing so with words I slide off the sink and start to unbuckle my jeans, lowering them, I slip them over my feet and drop them to the floor. My panties following, I jump back up on the countertop and spread my legs.
It’s his turn to look at me like I’ve lost my mind. Hell, maybe I have.
“You think you can be quiet?”
“Not a chance,” I confess, reaching out to undo his button and lower his zipper. It had been a few days since we’d last had sex, me choosing to be an asshole instead. I was done being as ass. “That’s my girl,” he fists his cock, positions himself before me and with one quick thrust, he buries himself deep.
“Fuck,” he moans at the same moment I whisper his name.
“What is it about bathrooms,” he smiles, kissing me as he starts to move.
We messed around in Daxton’s bathroom when we were moving in Bree. So I knew exactly what he was referring too.
Forgetting that we were not alone, we made up for lost time.
Pulling me off the sink, he turned me around and moved in behind me. Quickly pushing back inside, holding my hips he watches me through the mirror before us.
Watching him fall apart was turning me on more. The heat in his eyes, the way he bit his lip and looked down, watching himself fuck me. It was all too much as I began to build.
“So perfect,” he pulls back, slowly fucking me. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
I ignite, taking him with me and I fall forward on the sink, holding on to the edge of the counter.
My body sticky with sweat, the weight of his against my back.
I don’t know how long we stay there like that but when we finally collect ourselves and he stands, pulling me up. Redressing, I look up to smile at him and end with him watching me.
“What?” At first he says nothing, just stares at me while I continue to straighten my clothes and hair. “Did that suck all the brain cells out of your head,” I tease him, pushing against his chest. He grabs my wrist pulls my body to his and uses his free hand to cup the side of my face. Resting his forehead to mine he takes a deep breath and then knocks the floor out from beneath my feet.
“Marry me.” His whisper is clear, and my entire body instantly feels like its floating.
“What?” He had to be high. Post coital bliss, something because… “What?” I ask again pulling away to get a clear view of his face.
“Marry me?”
“Are you insane?”
“Maybe a little, but you also know that I don’t do anything I don’t want so that should say something. I am a man that never believed in marriage. There are no forevers, no happy endings, but I was wrong. I’ve never been happier to be wrong and I’ve wasted enough time, I don’t want to waste any more. I want to marry you and have lots of babies, a bunch of dark haired clones of us running around. I’m ready for forever, I’ve never thought that much more than now, and baby now I’m planning years in advance. Every single plan has you at the center of it, so will you please marry me and stop forcing me to waste another second.”
“You’ll change your mind tomorrow.”
“I’ve been fighting with myself for weeks. Hell, Ror, the moment you woke up in the hospital bed, and smiled at me I knew. Believe me when I say, I won’t change my mind. I’m not gonna wake up tomorrow and regret one fucking thing I am saying tonight. Marry me!”
He grips my face. “Your ring is at home in the safe, in the top of my closet.”
“You’re serious?”
“I’m serious.” He smiles. “Never meant anything more.”