46. Fuck it – Atticus
46
FUCK IT
ATTICUS
“Y ou will?”
I need her to say it again. Make it real.
“I will.”
I eliminate the gap between us in one long stride, crushing her in my arms. “You won’t regret it.”
The thudding echo of my heart raging in my chest sounds like the drums of war.
This is it. Our chance. And I meant it when I said I would do everything in my power to make sure she gets out of it safely. I don’t want to see her hurt.
I tense.
I don’t want to see her hurt.
Shit.
Aurora is rigid in my arms and I realize I’m hugging her. I’m hugging a girl.
Clearing my throat, I let her go.
“When this is done, you can still write your own check,” I offer. “Enough to start over anywhere in the world.”
Her expression twists for an instant before it turns placid. But I see it for the mask it is now.
“Or you could stay.” It sounds like a question. “If it’s what you wanted.”
It’s what Eli and Sev want. They haven’t said as much, but they don’t have to. I know them like they’re extensions of me, and now I’m starting to figure this girl out, too.
Conversation is the best way to do that. Studying her reactions. Her replies.
Her body language.
I’m fluent in the one it’s speaking right now. It’s practically my mother tongue.
Her brows lower in question as her thighs press tightly together. “You wouldn’t mind that?”
“No,” I tell her, watching her throat bob. “I don’t think I would mind that at all.”
The last song on the record finishes, and the needle skips off the vinyl, whirring as it resets itself off to one side, plunging the room into silence.
Aurora looks at me. I study her.
Heavy breaths. Clenched fists. The tension around her eyes when they meet mine. The plea that cannot go unanswered.
She licks her lips, and my cock jumps.
“Atticus…” My name falls from her mouth in a lustful whisper and there’s only so much a man can take.
“Fuck it.”
I close the gap, claiming her mouth with a hunger I can’t control. Aurora moans as her fingers twist into the front of my shirt, clinging tight.
She tastes like the sweetest poison. Like sugar and sin. She opens to me as I slide my tongue along the seam of her lips, moaning into my mouth. I push in, needing to taste her deeper.
My fingers twist into her hair, knotting tight along her scalp as I use my grip there and around her waist to lift her legs around me. She locks them tight, making me hiss when her hot center lines up with my raging fucking hard-on. She rubs herself against it, creating a wicked friction that makes me feral for more.
Fuck, I want her. Even knowing it’ll bring nothing but trouble.
She feels like hot coals. Tastes like victory.
I push her against the shelf, rattling the records, needing more pressure. Stronger friction.
Aurora drops her head back, and I kiss and suck a path down her pretty throat, leaving my mark just above the delicate chain of her necklace, making her cry out as I grind against her. Her hands delve into my hair, and the band holding it in place snaps. It falls loose around my face as I lick the reddened skin I left on her neck.
Already, I’m imagining fucking her. The feel of her wet heat pulsing around me.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” I groan, sucking her lower lip into my mouth, running my teeth over it, making her gasp and tremble.
When she reaches to pull her shirt over her head, revealing a thin bralette that’s practically see-through, a growl pushes out through my clenched teeth.
She’s going to be the death of me.
I skim my hand up her ribs, feeling the swell of her breast against my palm. I tear the fragile fabric away and her nipple pebbles against my touch. I dip my head and suck it into my mouth, making her back arch so violently I have to push her harder into the shelves to keep her steady enough to get a proper taste.
I need her stripped bare. I need to see what else she’s hiding under these clothes.
Shifting back to her mouth, I rob another vicious kiss from her lips, holding her tight against me as I carry her out the door and into the bedroom.
Aurora lets out a yelp as I toss her onto the bed, and I’m on her in a fraction of a second, reaching beneath her to unclasp what remains of her bra and chuck it to the floor.
She hisses as I kiss a hot path down her belly to the seam of her yoga pants. She lifts her hips for me to hook my fingers into the soft fabric and drag them down her legs, panties and all.
I kneel over her, pressing myself flush against her naked body as I curl a hand beneath her neck and guide her mouth back to mine. I’ve never been one for kissing, but she’s making me acquire a taste for it, her tongue matching mine stroke for stroke.
I jerk as she buries a hand between us, finding the button and zipper of my jeans. A throaty moan pushes from my mouth as she gains entry, her fingers brushing my swollen cock.
My head drops to her neck, and I bare my teeth as I thrust into her smooth palm. She’s so soft. How is she so fucking soft ?
“ Goddamn ,” I grit out through my teeth. “Do you feel what you’re doing to me, woman?”
She strokes her palm over me twice more, bringing a wet bead of precum to my tip that she’s quick to use, smearing it mercilessly over the head until I’m at very serious risk of losing this game.
I never lose.
Pulling myself from her grip, I snatch up her hands and hold them over her head. My turn.
Lifting my head from her collar, I watch her face crumple as I reach low to find her pretty pussy with my fingers. She struggles against my grip, squirming, forcing me to use my right hip to pin her down.
My cock throbs as my fingers brush her entrance. “ Fuck ,” I utter. She’s so wet already.
Aurora bites her lip against a moan, her expression a mixture of pleasure and pain that’s my new fucking favorite.
“Just so you know,” she says between gasping moans. “I still think you’re a dick.”
I hook my middle two digits into her wet heat, making her eyes roll back.
“And I still think you’re trouble,” I rasp against her mouth, nipping her lower lip between my teeth. “But you might be the good kind.”
She flexes and shifts, fighting to regain control, but that shit is mine.
With my fingers, I work her into a frenzy, devouring every one of her sounds. Keeping her pinned there while I take control of her body, making her spasm and whimper.
And when I press my palm to her clit, rubbing it while I continue to fuck her with my fingers, she falls apart.
Aurora cries out as she comes on my hand.
Her pussy clenches hard around my fingers still knuckle deep inside her.
I swallow her sweet cries of pleasure as if each one is a pretty pill—the remedy for my affliction. Maybe that’s exactly what they are. Aurora might not have signed herself away, but for tonight, I’ll pretend that she’s mine.
Just this one time.