Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
I’m doing my best to not let Aurora see just how fucking crappy I feel right now. My head is pounding, I’m tired as fuck, and there is a stabbing pain in my stomach. I have no idea what the fuck is wrong with me. I’m sure whatever it is will pass. I just need to suck it up and wait it out.
“I’m going to have a shower. You want to join me?” Aurora asks. We just got back to the villa after having dinner.
“I’ll join you in a sec. Get the water warm and get your body soapy for me,” I tell her.
“You okay?” Aurora looks me up and down.
“Fine. Go get started. I’ll be right in. I’m just going to order us some dessert from room service.”
“Okay.” She eyes me suspiciously but turns around and goes into the bathroom. As soon as she’s out of sight, I pull out the Tylenol I picked up at the pharmacy and take a couple. I’m just going to sit down for a second…
Leaning against the headboard, I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. I’m so fucking exhausted, but I have no intention of letting myself fall asleep.
When I feel myself start to drift, I jump up and pain rips through my stomach. “Motherfucker,” I curse out.
Maybe a shower is exactly what I need.
I tug my shirt over my head and open the bathroom door. Aurora is standing under the water. Her eyes connect with mine as she slowly runs a loofah down her abdomen.
“Fuck me,” I hiss, stripping out of my pants.
I might be half asleep right now, but my cock sure as fuck isn’t. The problem? I don’t think I actually have the energy to do anything about it.
Fuck that, I will always have the energy to fuck my wife.
Stepping into the shower, I shove Aurora back against the tiled wall. My hand wraps around her throat. “You are too fucking hot,” I tell her.
“Sorry?” she says with a small smile.
“You have no idea how much I need you.” My mouth trails down the side of her neck.
“Not as much as I need you,” she says.
My lips quirk as they reach her breasts, and I take one nipple into my mouth. She thinks she needs me more than I need her. She’s wrong. But I’m not going to argue with her about that. Not right now anyway. No, because at this moment, I have more important things on my mind.
Like getting inside her and not passing the fuck out.
I lift my head and turn her body around, so that her front is pressed against the wall. Then, using my foot, I tap against her ankles, spreading her legs apart. My hands guide her hips backwards, tilting them at the angle I need to get access to her sweet pussy.
“Don’t move,” I say as I step out of the shower, walk back into the bedroom, and open the box of condoms I picked up along with the Tylenol.
By the time I return to the bathroom, my dick is sheathed and Aurora hasn’t moved. Lining myself up with her entrance, I slowly slide into her. My arm wraps around her waist and my hand snakes around her neck as I hold her back against the front of my body.
“I will never get tired of how you feel,” I tell her.
“Good,” she says. “I don’t want you to ever stop.”
I wish I had the energy to fuck her like my mind wants to. I don’t though. Instead, I keep my movements slow, steady. “I need you to come for me, princess. Coat my cock with your juices. I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock.”
“Oh shit. God!” Aurora moans.
My thrusts increase slightly, and I feel the moment her knees weaken and her pussy clamps down on my cock. It takes all of my fucking strength to make sure she doesn’t fall. As soon as she’s finished coming, I let myself follow her into that bliss.
“Holy shit,” I moan as I fill the condom.
“Holy shit is right.” Aurora smirks over her shoulder and then her brows are drawing down. “Connor?”
“Mhm.” I pull out of her and remove the condom. I step out of the shower and toss it in the trash before stepping back in.
“You don’t look too good,” she says.
“Just what every guy wants to hear right after he makes his girl come apart.” I smirk, trying to make a joke. I know she’s right. I probably do look like shit. I feel it.
“I’m serious. What’s wrong?” Aurora presses the back of her hand to my forehead. “I think you need a doctor.”
“I’m fine. I just need to sleep,” I tell her. I don’t need a fucking doctor. I’m just tired. I’ll be fine after a good night’s sleep.
“Connor, this isn’t something I’m asking you. I’m telling you, you need a doctor, and I’m going to find one,” she says. “I don’t care if I have to tie you to the bed. You are going to let a doctor look at you.”
She’s serious. Her face is giving me that “don’t even try to fuck with me” vibe she used to give me in the hallways of school. Good times.
“I love it when you get feisty, princess. But I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.” I step out of the stall, wrap a towel around my waist, and hand one to Aurora.
“Yeah? Okay, well, that goes both ways then. You don’t need to worry about me either,” she says. “You know what? I think I might go for a swim. That ocean is calling my name.” She pushes through the door and starts walking towards the balcony.
“Don’t you dare jump in that water, Aurora. It’s the middle of the fucking night! You can’t even see what’s in there,” I warn her.
“You don’t need to worry about me, Connor. I’m fine,” she says, glancing over a shoulder as she continues towards the edge of the deck.
“Aurora, please. I really don’t have the energy to jump in after you. But we both know I’ll do it anyway,” I tell her.
Aurora turns around. “Why don’t you have energy?”
“Because I’m fucking tired.” I run a frustrated hand through my hair.
“Let’s go to bed,” she says, walking in my direction. “But I am getting a doctor and I don’t care what you have to say about it.”
I lie down, watching as Aurora puts on clothes and fusses around the room. “Be right back.”
“Where are you going?” I ask her, pushing off the bed.
“To reception. Don’t you dare move,” she says.
“Aurora, you’re not going out there without me.”
“I don’t need a babysitter, Connor,” she hisses.
“Last time I let you walk away, you were fucking taken. I was in the next room, Aurora, and they got you. You think I’m letting you walk around a strange place alone?” I stand and drag a pair of shorts up my legs.
“Connor, that was not your fault.” She shakes her head at me.
“Yeah, it was,” I say because it was my father who took her. My parents who held her captive and had her beaten daily. She was kept in the fucking dark. She can’t sleep without lights on now. It was my fault.
“Lie down. I’ll stay here and call reception,” she says, closing the door. I don’t climb back on the bed until she’s sitting at the small desk and picking up the phone.
“Thank you.” I sigh in relief and listen as Aurora orders whomever is on the other end of the line to send a doctor to our room. Not just any doctor, but their best doctor.
When she hangs up, she comes and sits next to me. “They’re sending someone,” she says.
“Aurora, you can’t threaten people here. You can’t use violence. We’re normal civilians, remember?” I tell her.
“If anything happens to you, Connor, violence will become my new favorite pastime.”
“Because it wasn’t already?” I lift a brow at her.
“Not particularly.”
“Aurora, you stabbed me with a fucking pen.”
“You touched something that didn’t belong to you.” She lifts a shoulder and laughs.
“You have always belonged to me.” My hand lands on her leg, that same leg she stabbed me for touching.