Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
My tongue tangles with hers, and Aurora’s arms hold me tight against her, but it’s still not close enough.
I want more. I want everything. Cupping her ass, I pick her up.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and I turn around and find the wall.
Pressing her back against it while grinding my cock against her core.
“Fuck, I need you,” I grunt.
“Mhm, maybe you should fuck me then.” Aurora moans while shifting her hips upwards. “Now would be a real good time for that, Connor,” she says. With her hands raking through my hair, she captures my lips again, ceasing any conversation. Her pussy grinds upwards against my cock.
Fuck, I need to remove these fucking clothes. My hands clench her ass, kneading the flesh. And when the sound of a door opening hits my ears, I groan. Whoever is interrupting this is about to get shot.
“Get a room,” my cousin’s voice sings out.
“Aisling, fuck off,” I grit, not letting Aurora go.
“Patty said he needs you, in your office,” she says.
“Patty can make an appointment. I’m busy.”
“I can see that. I’m just passing on the message.” Aisling walks back inside. I know I have to go and see what Patty needs. I don’t want to, though.
“You’re coming with me. We’re going to see what the fuck is so important the asshole is summoning for me, and then we’re finding a room with a lock on the door,” I tell Aurora.
“Kinda makes me miss that study room in the library. No one ever interrupted us there.” Aurora smiles, as memories appear to flicker through her mind.
“Best study sessions ever,” I tell her, letting her feet hit the floor.
“I should clean this up.” Her hand gestures to the floor, and I look down to see a sandwich spilled out on the ground.
“Have you eaten today?” I ask Aurora.
“Yes. Go find out what Patty wants. I’ll meet you in your room,” she says.
“Our room,” I correct and kiss her once more before stepping inside the house and heading for the office.
I glare at Patty, and he smirks at me. Asshole.
“This better be good.”
“Catch ya at a bad time?”
Instead of answering him, I walk over to the wet bar and pour myself a serving of Jameson. The amber liquid swishes around the sides of the glass as I bring it to my mouth. Downing the entire contents in one go.
“Right, that kind of day then,” Patty says. “I’ve set up the meeting with the Albanians. Two weeks from tomorrow.”
“That’s what you called me in for?” That sort of thing could have waited.
“No, they want proof. They want you to bring them a Valentino and prove that the virus works,” he tells me.
“Well, they can fuck right off because that’s not going to happen.” Putting my glass down, I’m tempted to refill it. Instead, I walk away. I can’t lose my mind. I have to stay focused.
“No shit, but we gotta do something.” Patty looks at me.
“I’ll figure it out.”
“You know you’re not alone in this, C,” he says.
“I know that.” I have my wife. I’m never going to be alone again because I have Aurora. The best person I’ve ever known.
“I’m not talking about her. I’m talking about me. I’m here, to help you,” he clarifies like he can read my mind. “I’m supposed to be in Boston. My pops is pissed that I’m here. But I’m here anyway.”
“You can go home.” I wave a hand towards the door. “I’ll be fine.” Truth is I don’t want him to go. But I also don’t want to be the reason anyone else’s life is going off the fucking rails.
“You could tell them. The Valentinos. Let them deal with the Albanians,” Patty suggests.
“And risk her family? She’d never forgive me if anything happened to one of them because of something I did.” My fingers comb through my hair.
Patty stares at me for a moment, and then he says one word. “Kenny.”
Guilt eats at me. “That wasn’t her fault,” I say. And now, I actually mean it. When I first started saying it, mostly in my mind, I still hated her for what she did to my cousin.
“I know. I’m just saying there is nothing you could do that girl won’t forgive you for.” He shakes his head. “You might need a few stitches, but she won’t kill you and she won’t leave you either.”
He’s right. Knowing Aurora will never leave me isn’t a free ticket to take advantage of her love or her loyalty, though. I won’t do that to her. I just need to figure out another way.
“I’ll figure it out,” I repeat aloud. “Go home and finish school, Patty. One of us should.”
He laughs. “Yeah, okay, I’m not the one with early acceptance into Harvard.”
“I gotta go,” I tell him, walking out of the office. I can’t have this conversation. I know my life is gone to shit. I get that. But there’s also not much else I can do about it. This wasn’t supposed to happen for years. My father wasn’t supposed to fucking die when I was eighteen.
I jog up the stairs with one thing on my mind. Aurora’s pussy. I need it now. I open the door, feeling for the lock because there is no way I can take my eyes off the sight in front of me, and click it closed.
Aurora is standing at the end of the bed in nothing but a pair of blue lace panties. Her fingers grip the waistband, and then she’s sliding them down her legs, revealing that pussy of mine I can’t stop thinking about.
“So fucking hot.” I start unbuttoning my shirt.
“How much do you need me right now, princess?” I sniff the air, inhaling her scent.
“I can smell your arousal from here and suddenly I’m parched.
” I walk over to her, spin her around, and my lips find the crook of her neck.
“I want you on the bed, on your back,” I say before stepping aside.
Aurora’s body quakes. An audible sigh leaves her lips. But like the good fucking girl that she is, she follows my instructions. Climbing up on to the bed, she lies on her back and stares at me. Waiting.
My shirt hits the floor, and I start undoing my pants. “Spread your legs. I want to see you.”
She butterflies her thighs apart, and I can see every single part of her glistening pussy.
“You are fucking perfect. And mine.” My eyes don’t leave hers as I release my cock. My fist wraps around the base. Fuck, I need her. “Look how wet you are. You’re dripping all over the bed. How badly does your pussy need to be touched, Aurora?”
“Connor, please,” she begs.
“Please what?” I ask, stroking my cock up and down.
“Touch me. Fuck me,” she says.
“I’m enjoying my view. If your cunt wants some attention, give it some. Touch yourself. Show me.”
Aurora’s hand lands on her clit. Her fingers start circling it.
“That’s not enough. Shove two of those fingers inside yourself, Aurora. Fuck yourself with your hand.”
She groans, but does what I want her to do without ever taking her eyes off mine.
“Fucking perfect.”
“Oh my god. Connor…” she moans, her fingers moving in and out of her wet hole.
“Hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen is you coming. I want to see it, Aurora,” I tell her, and her body quivers.
“It’s better when you do it,” she says.
“What is it you want me to do?” I continue to watch her fingers move in and out.
“I want your fingers to replace mine. No, that’s not all. I want your cock to stretch me out. I want to feel your cock inside me, Connor. I want you to make me feel the way only you can.”
Aurora’s never been with anyone else, a fact I’m fucking grateful for. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Please…” she pleads.
My hand continues stroking up and down my cock. “You want me to fill that pussy with this? It’s ready for you.”
“Yes. Connor, stop teasing me and give it to me already,” she says.
“It’s yours, princess, always.” I smirk.
Climbing on the bed, I remove her fingers from her pussy and bring them to my mouth, sucking each one clean.
“So fucking good,” I moan as her taste dances across my tongue.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” I lift her ankles, placing them on my shoulders, and position my cock at her entrance. “Are you ready for me?”
“You know I am,” she grunts.
I thrust forward and bottom out. Hard, fast. That’s how this is going to go. Then I slide back and repeat the motion, hitting as deep inside her as I can. Her pussy convulses around my cock, and she comes. Screaming my name.
I groan, drop her legs, and pull out. I straddle her waist as I jerk myself off, spilling my seed all over her stomach.