Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Connor’s lips make their way up my neck to my ear. “I love how responsive your pussy is to my touch. So fucking wet for me.” His fingers pull out, and then he shoves them back inside.
My teeth bite down into my bottom lip to stop my throat from moaning out loud. It’s not easy. Connor has a map to all the buttons in my body, and he hits them every single time he pushes those fingers inside me.
“Your pussy is sucking me deeper, trying to keep me there. Greedy little thing, isn’t it?” Connor whispers. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll feed it.” He bites down on my earlobe.
My spine arches off the seat, my hips lift slightly, and then I feel Connor’s thumb at my other hole. He’s not going to…
Yep, seems he is. His thumb pushes into my back hole, and he holds it there while he expertly pumps his other fingers in and out of my pussy. How is he even this flexible?
I look down at his arm between my legs. The erotic sight only heightens my pleasure. “Shit, Connor…”
“I know,” he whispers again. “I want you to come for me.” His fingers stop moving. They’re buried inside me, but he’s not moving them.
I turn and glare at him. “Why are you stopping?”
“I want you to come for me. Make yourself come, Aurora. Fuck my fingers.”
He curls them upwards inside me, and I can’t stop the groan that escapes. But then I start moving my hips. I do exactly what he wants and fuck myself on his hand. Grinding myself down as deep as I can get on him.
“You look fucking beautiful just like this. And the best part? You’re mine.” Connor’s breath blows over the sensitive skin right under my ear, and I shiver.
I don’t stop. I get into a rhythm, and soon enough, I’m reaching the end of the climb. “I’m going to…”
My words are swallowed by Connor’s mouth landing over mine. My body explodes with the orgasm. Connor starts thrusting his fingers in and out again. I can’t move, though. I’m frozen between wanting more and it being too much.
“Again,” Connor growls into my ear. “I want it again.”
I shake my head. “I can’t,” I tell him as I feel a second orgasm cresting.
“You can and you will. Give me another one, Aurora.” He bites the skin on my shoulder, and then I’m coming again, harder than the first time.
“Good girl, so fucking perfect,” Connor says, pulling his fingers out of me.
He brings them to my lips and smears my own juices over my mouth before he leans forward and tastes it.
Why the hell is that so good? I should be grossed out. Instead, I want more. I want to remove this damn belt and climb on top of him.
“Mmm, I want you,” I tell him.
“We just landed. Keep that thought in mind, though,” he says as he unbuckles my belt, then pulls my skirt down my thighs, before he stands and tugs me up to my feet.
My knees wobble a little, but can you blame me? You try standing after two consecutive orgasms.
There’re four cars waiting on the tarmac. “Were you expecting a welcome party?” I ask Connor.
“Yes,” he says as Patty exits the one in the middle.
I watch Connor’s friend with caution as the two of them hug. Patty helped me when I was being held captive. He is loyal to my husband. I want to believe that, but Connor’s words about not knowing who sold us out to his father ring back through my mind. Now I’m questioning everyone.
I pull my phone out and send Dante a message, because if anyone can find the information I want, it’s him.
Me:
Can you hack into someone’s phone for me?
Dante:
As easy as stealing candy from a baby. Why are you in Dublin?
Me:
Something is going on. Connor needed to come back. He has this friend… Patty. I want to know if he sold us out while we were on Zia Lola’s island.
Dante:
Got a number?
Me:
No.
Dante:
Leave it to me.
Dante:
Speaking of babies, Orlando has one.
Me:
What?
Orlando has a baby? That can’t be real. I hit the call button on Dante’s number. “What do you mean Orlando has a baby?”
Connor turns to look at me, his brow raised in question.
“Exactly that. He knocked some chick up last year. She came back to school and now—bam—Orlando is a daddy,” Dante says.
“Poor kid.” I sigh into the phone. “Gotta go.” I hang up and send Orlando a message.
Me: WHAT???
Me: ORLANDO, WHAT???
Me: YOU HAVE A KID???
Me: I need a pic… NOW, Orlando.
A picture of a baby comes through a few seconds later.
Orlando: He looks just like me. Fucking adorable.
I snort. Of course he would think the kid is adorable because of him.
“Orlando has a kid,” I tell Connor, turning the screen to show him the image. “Look.”
“The rock star has a kid? What’s he gonna do with it?” Connor asks.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, rock stars and kids don’t really go hand in hand,” he says.
“That kid is a Valentino. We don’t turn our backs on our own. Besides, Orlando is a lot more responsible than you think,” I say, my tone defensive because no one says shit about my family. Not even Connor.
“He got some chick knocked up. I’d hardly call that responsible,” Patty chimes in.
Ignoring him, I pocket my phone. “Are we going to stand here all day or actually get on with it?”
“Let’s go.” Connor takes hold of my palm.
“Wait!” I tug it free and walk over to Patty, under the guise of greeting him.
“I didn’t say hello.” I wrap my arms around his neck.
“If I find out you’re fucking Connor over, I will have fun playing Frankenstein.
I’ve always wondered what it would look like to remove someone’s dick and stitch it onto their forehead.
I mean, the term dickhead had to come from somewhere, right? ”
I step back and return to Connor’s side.
“Ready?” I ask, but Connor isn’t looking at me. He’s looking at Patty, who appears several shades paler now. “Feeling okay? Need a doctor?”
“I’m fine,” Patty says, walking towards the car in front of us.
“What’d you say to him?” Connor whispers.
“I told him I’d cut his dick off and sew it onto his forehead if I find out he’s fucking you over.”
“Jesus Christ, Aurora. You can’t go around threatening everyone.” Connor shakes his head.
“Actually, I can. Free will and all,” I shrug and get into the car when he holds the back door open.
“Patty, she’s kidding. Relax,” Connor says as he takes his seat in the front.
“Yeah, sure she is,” Patty mumbles.
“Any chance we can find a McDonald’s?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Why? So you can rob it?” Patty replies.
“As if I’d need to rob anywhere. I’m not short of a dime, Patty. I’m hungry and Connor needs to eat,” I tell him.
“You need to eat?” Patty looks over at his friend.
“I’m fine, but let’s stop and feed Aurora. You do not want to see her hangry.” Connor turns and winks at me.
Those damn butterflies fill my stomach. I wonder if they’re ever going to die off.
I hope they don’t. I know my mom told me she still gets butterflies for my dad, and she’s known him since they were six.
I also know the love Connor and I have is eternal.
This flame is never dying out. And like he said, on the off chance it did, he’d just find a way to make it burn brighter than ever.
I draw out my phone again and start searching up doctors and the weird fucking Irish iron thing Dr. Morgan thinks Connor has. I’m not letting him ignore his health. He’ll be seeing a doctor here if I have to drag him kicking and screaming.
By the time we pull up to a drive-through, my stomach is actually rumbling. We didn’t eat much on the flight over—mostly because we were preoccupied making use of the bedroom. The memory has my thighs clenching.
Damn, how is it that he just made me come twice as we landed and I already want him again?
“I’m going to run into the bathroom. Can you order me nuggets and a cheeseburger please?” I ask Connor.
“I’ll come with you,” he says, getting out of the car.
“Guess I’ll get the food then.” Patty looks at both of us.
“Thanks.” I smile at him. I do feel a little bad for threatening him, but he needs to know he won’t get away with fucking over my husband.
My husband. That feels strange and so right at the same time no matter how many times I say it. I wish it was legal, though. I want the fairy-tale wedding. I know Connor and I will get that dream. It’s just going to take time.