Page 27 of Tell Me No
“You know they’re gonna kill us, right?” I tell her, finally breaking our kiss but clutching her body tightly on top of mine.
“Who?” she asks, quirking an eyebrow.
“All of our friends. They’re gonna be pissed when they find out we did this without them,” I tell her.
“I don’t care. They have the rest of our lives to get over it,” she says, her lips curving into a devastating smile.
“What do you wanna do today, wife?” I ask, placing a quick kiss on her lips. I know anything deeper will result in us never leaving this bed today.
“HA! WIFE!” she yells, smacking my chest repeatedly as if she only just realized it. “That’s me! I’m somebody’s wife. Damn, now I gotta leave my hoe phase behind. Can’t be slutty anymore, huh?”
I laugh out loud, my whole body shaking beneath hers. The smile beaming across her face is enough to fuel my dreams for the rest of my life.
“Princess, you can be as slutty as you want. Just only for me, deal?” I say, my hands running down the length of her body until I find the soft curves of her ass.
“Ok, deal,” she says, kissing me quickly before rolling off my chest and standing to walk to the bathroom. She is perfection personified, her hips swaying seductively as she gives me a wicked glance over her shoulder. “You gonna join me?”
“I’ll be right there,” I tell her, shooting her a wink before she disappears around the corner. As happy as I am to share this experience with only her, I know Aurora will regret our closest friends and family not being here. Scrolling through my contacts, I open a group message with Ember and Kelsea.
Booking you guys a flight now. Get to Vegas.
Trusting them to do what they do best, I keep it short and sweet. After giving them the airline and hotel details, I drop my phone on the bed and follow Aurora into the bathroom.
Steam billows from the shower stall, condensation already coating the mirror. I can barely make out her curvy figure behind the frosted glass of the shower door, but I don’t need the visual. I could map every inch of her body with my eyes closed at this point. My cock grows heavier between my legs just thinking about all the things I want to do with her. Soap slides down her shoulders, dripping off her rose-colored nipples. Just knowing I get to worship that body until the day I die is enough to make my life feel complete. I close the distance between us in just a few long strides. Pulling open the door, Aurora is wrapped up in my arms before she even realizes I’ve invaded her space.
“Fuck, I love you,” I tell her, pulling her body flush against mine. I wrap her long, wet hair around my fist, tilting her head back and giving me the perfect access to her full lips. I kiss her deeply, reverently. The kind of all-consuming kiss that could only ever belong to her.
Her slender fingers wrap around my rock hard shaft and she teases me, sliding her hands across my velvety flesh with ease. “You enjoy teasing me, Aurora?”
“Me? Tease? Never,” she says, a cocky grin on her face. This vixen is going to be the death of me. And I’ll gladly sacrifice myself on her altar just to spend even one more second under her control.
Jerking her head back, I expose the delicate flesh of her neck. My teeth graze down the column of her neck and she moans. I never want to be too rough with her, but I’m quickly learning Aurora likes a little dominance in her man. She wants to be taken care of, cherished like she’s precious, because she is. She wants to trust someone so much that she can submit to them without the fear of losing herself. And I’m the lucky bastard she’s chosen.
“Look at me,” I tell her, my tone demanding but full of love and respect. Her bright blue eyes meet mine and I’m destroyed by the sheer beauty I see there. Every moment of pain and weakness, strength and overcoming, every single mistake we’ve ever made has led us to this exact moment and I’ve never felt luckier. “You are the most precious part of my life. I would burn this world to the ground just to keep you warm for all the days of our lives.”
Her eye shine with unshed tears but her smile is devastating. Pure joy shines back at me and I’m filled with pride knowing I gave that to her.
“I love you, Jason. So fucking much,” she says, letting the tears fall freely down her cheeks. I swipe them away with my thumbs before placing a soft, sweet kiss on her lips.
“There will never be another that I love as much as I love you, Aurora,” I tell her, dragging the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip. Her tongue darts out, gliding across my skin, making me shiver. “Now get on your knees, wife.”
A devilish look flashes in her eyes as she drops to the shower floor in front of me, the most beautiful surrender painted across her face.
seventeen
We spendthe next three hours kissing, touching, and fucking like our lives depend on it. Shit, I think mine does. I might actually die if I could never touch Aurora again. Now we’re laying in bed, both blissfully exhausted. She has one tan leg wrapped around my waist and her head rests in the crook of my neck. Her fingers trace the lines of the phoenix inked across my chest, and I wish I could etch this memory into my mind forever.
“Is it David?” She says and I laugh. I’m pretty sure she already guessed that one, but I don't say anything. “You know you’re going to have to tell me now. I mean, for emergency purposes. What if someone calls from the hospital and they say‘Ma’am we have two Jason Negan's here and one of them is going to die, can you confirm your husbands middle name for us?’and then I DON’T KNOW IT!” I bark out a laugh at her wild imagination.
“Baby, why didn’t you just look on the marriage license?” I ask, pointing out the obvious. She shoots up in the bed, eyes wide as if the thought never crossed her mind.
“Oh my GOD! Why the fuck didn’t I look on the marriage license, Jason?!” she screams, pushing on my chest like she’s attempting CPR. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much in my entire life as I have when Aurora is in my arms. Pulling her back down onto my chest, the world falls silent around us again, and we soak in the feeling.
“Man, I hope I’m not fired,” she finally breaks the silence and I scoff.
“Shit, I hope you are. At least from Bombshells,” I grumble. The bed shifts next to me as she raises up on her elbow to look me in the eye. She quirks an eyebrow, not exactly annoyed but not happy.
“What is that supposed to mean?” She asks.
