Chapter 42 Aurora
Aurora
Isteady myself against the wall of the hotel suite as Ethan slips off my heels.
He massages the arch of one foot before removing the other shoe. “Sore?”
“A little.” I sigh as his thumbs work their magic on my aching feet. “Thank you for tonight. For…you know. All you do for us.”
Reece went straight to the bathroom when we entered the room. I don’t want him to overhear and think we’re gossiping about him. Jackson is hunting down snacks and candy for a movie night.
“Of course.” Ethan remains focused on his task, his touch firm yet gentle.
I reach down and run my fingers through his thick hair. “I didn’t know how to handle it.” My voice breaks. I feel terrible for not saying something, for not being more assertive, but Reece’s dad scares the shit out of me. I’m certain he despises me. I’m definitely not who he wants for his son.
Ethan glances up, his gray eyes dark underneath his lowered brows. “You shouldn’t have to.” His hands slide up and rub my calves. “That’s our job. You take care of Reece.”
Throughout dinner, Reece remained quiet, even when his sisters surprised him with an early birthday cake and his mother called him a Christmas miracle for sharing Jesus’ day. He stayed that way even after his parents left, giving only Sadie an awkward hug.
I haven’t a clue what I was thinking, trying to ease into their family by donating to their church. His sister said it was what they cared for most—their church—and I took that to heart. Not that I regret it. I still have hopes for his mother, but I doubt his father will ever accept us.
I knock on the bathroom door. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah.” Reece’s tone is flat, neither annoyed nor pleased.
When I enter, he’s standing at the sink, his hair damp, the tattoo on his scalp red and irritated. The room is massive, with a rainfall shower and a deep soaking tub I wouldn’t mind using right about now.
“Hey,” I say softly and close the door behind me. “You okay?”
He turns toward me, his gaze downcast. “I’m fine.”
“Liar.” I encircle his waist, careful of his arm. “I thought we weren’t lying to one another.”
He rests his cheek on top of my head. “There’s nothing more to say. This is why I didn’t want to come.”
“I’m glad we came. I got to meet your sisters and Danny.”
He leans on the counter and releases a heavy breath. “I need some time with them.” His gaze connects with mine, a silent plea of vulnerability and regret. “I need to figure out what’s going on with Harper.”
He’s feeling guilty and responsible. I don’t have siblings, but I have Gram. I can empathize.
Plus, this is Reece. He’ll forever be rescuing others, and I’m fine with that.
“Whatever you need. We don’t always have to be in New York or LA or traveling with the other two.” A moment of insecurity hits me, and I backtrack. “Or do you mean now? Alone? I’m sorry.” I step back. “Of course you should go.”
His brows furrow. “Do you want me to go?” he asks, as if he already knows the answer.
“No.”
“Okay then.” His hand slides up my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. “I want you with me. We’ll figure it out.”
“What about Christmas?” We’re supposed to leave tomorrow after the wedding. Ethan has plans in New York, which most likely include Jax. “I doubt Harper wants to stay at your parents’. Maybe she can stay with us while Sadie is on her honeymoon?”
“I’ll mention it to her.” He doesn’t sound confident.
“She can’t spend Christmas alone. I’ll ask Ethan.” I unbuckle the sling from his brace to prepare for bed. “And Jax will spoil Danny rotten. He’ll have every dinosaur in New York City.”
He smiles. Finally. “I’m sure Harper will love that,” he says, full of sarcasm.
“It’s settled then.” I help him remove the brace and set it on the counter.
He rolls his shoulder and stretches his arm with a grimace. “Whatever you say, princess.”
I rise on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. Unable to resist, I bite and tug his piercing.
He groans, low and long. “You and this dress. You’re driving me crazy.” He deepens the kiss, his tongue intertwining with mine as his large hands grip my ass. His erection grinds into my hip, and I reach for his belt. The buckle clinks as it opens, and I make quick work of his zipper.
I gather my gown and fall to my knees in front of him.
“Angel.” He cups my face and ghosts his thumb over my cheekbone. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” I yank his pants down to just under his ass, enough to free his length from his boxer briefs. “I want you. Please. Can I?”
He threads his fingers through my hair. “God, yes.”
His thick cock is adorned with a ring above his balls, four barbells, and another ring through the head, glinting in the bathroom light. I tease the hoop at his crown, flicking back and forth with my tongue then circling it slowly until precum beads at the tip.
My gaze locked on his, I trace my tongue along his shaft, paying close attention to the piercings. At the base, I tug gently on the small hoop with my teeth, and his cock jerks.
“Fuck,” he hisses and rocks his hips.
“Is that okay?”
His Adam’s apple bobs. “Everything you do makes me wanna come. Keep going.”
The piercings. The tattoos. I suspect Reece enjoys a bit of pain. To test my theory, I trail kisses up his thigh while stroking his length then bite into the curve of his hip.
“Aurora,” he growls before fisting my hair and guiding me back to his glistening tip. “You’re playing with fire. Don’t tease. Suck me.”
Doesn’t he know I like to play with fire?
I take him into my mouth, taste his precum, and moan. His piercings are unfamiliar but thrilling. I’ve never done this with him, and I need it to be phenomenal. I want him to forget about tonight, about his parents.
I draw him in deeper until he hits the back of my throat and swallow around him. He thrusts forward, and I relax my jaw.
“Just like that,” he praises, his voice strained. “Take every fucking inch of me.”
He’s not small, and I gag. He withdraws, and I dig my nails into his waist, pulling him in again. I hollow my cheeks and suck harder as he clasps my nape and fucks my mouth.
We establish a rhythm, sounds of pleasure echoing off the tile.
His body tenses, his girth thickens, and he cradles the back of my head, encouraging me to take his entire cock. “You’re gonna make me come, baby. Fuck.”
A fist pounds on the door. “Don’t you dare finish in there. You are not having your birthday orgasm in the bathroom. I swear to God, I will break this door down.”