Page 29 of Tell Me No
“I know, bubba. But this,” I say, stepping out of his arms and into Jason’s, “this was my dream.” Jason pulls me tightly against his side, kissing my temple and giving my hip a reassuring squeeze.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT YOU GUYS GOT MARRIED!!” Kelsea screeches, running to hug us both. I can’t help but laugh at her enthusiastic response. Before we know it, Jason and I are the center of a giant group hug. Even though it’s awkward as hell, I love these people beyond words. My friends, myfamily.Once it finally breaks up, I notice Helo is nowhere to be found. I assumed he was the mode of transportation for this family outing, but apparently not.
“No Helo?” Jason asks, slapping Eli on the shoulder like nothing even happened.
“I don’t know, man. He’s in deep with helping Willow’s kid, and I think there’s something going on there. He said he was going to stay behind and hold down the shop for us. When have we ever needed him to do that?” Everett says, obviously not believing Helo’s excuse for staying back in Grovewood.
“Hey, my kids aren’t here. I wanna get tastefully fucked up and celebrate!” Ember pipes up, shocking us all.
“Yeah, me too!” Everett agrees, and we all roll our eyes.
“Let’s all change and meet in the lobby in 20. Sound good?” Kelsea suggests and we all nod, everyone making their way out of our suite and into their own rooms.
Once it’s just Jason and I again, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his lips to mine in a quick, sweet kiss. I taste the coppery tang of his blood still lingering on his lip and an involuntary moan creeps up my chest.
“Thank you, Mr. Negan. I didn’t know how badly I wanted them here until I saw their faces. They may be weirdos, but they’re our weirdos,” I smile, peppering his lips with lazy kisses.
“I knew you’d regret not celebrating with them. I never want you to have a single regret in this life, Aurora. Not if I can help it,” he says, melting my insides into jello.
“The only regret I’ll ever have is not meeting you sooner, so I could love you longer,” I reply, sealing my lips over his in a kiss that’s anything but sweet. My fingers slide into his hair, gripping him to me so desperately, as if he’ll slip away at any moment.
He lifts me up, my legs immediately wrapping around his waist as he walks us back to the bed. You would think after the hours we spent tangled up together last night, we would be itching for a little space. Instead, I feel like I can’t wait another moment to feel him all over me. He tosses me onto the mattress, the look in his eyes nothing short of an exploding inferno ready to burn me alive.
“You wanted me, princess. Now you’ll never get rid of me. I’ve burrowed under your skin, into your soul, and you’ll never get me out,” he says, trailing hot, wet kisses up my legs.
My first instinct is to close my knees, my insecurities taking over and pushing me to cover myself. But Jason pries my legs apart in an instant. “This body is perfection, Aurora. Don’t ever hide it from me.”
His words send shivers across my skin, wetness flooding my core as his mouth inches closer. For once in my life, I’m actually wearing underwear. But god, I wish I wasn’t. He shoulders his way between my legs, picking each one up and resting my ankles across his back. The vision of this god of a man between my thighs is enough to make me come without a single touch. Fuck, this man is fine. Myhusband.Mine.
“Damn, you smell so good, princess,” he says, not wasting another breath before ripping my panties down my legs and closing his lips over my clit. He sucks hard, ripping a scream from my throat. His teeth nip at the overly sensitive bud and bolts of electricity shoot throughout my body.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe heavily, feeling my release already rushing towards me.
“Don’t come, Aurora. Don’t you fucking dare. I’m not done with you yet,” he commands, and I struggle to hold myself back. “I want you full of me before we leave this room. You’re going to spend all night with my cum spilling out of this sweet pussy, princess. So you better wear panties tonight or you’ll make a mess.”
“God, the things you say,” I pull him to me, sealing my lips against him in a desperate kiss. My nails rake across his skin and he hisses, shoving his sweats down his hips and lining himself up at my entrance. My eyes flutter closed, his touch always so perfectly overwhelming.
“Open your fucking eyes, Aurora. I wanna see all the way into your soul when I slide all the way into your perfect body, baby,” he snaps, squeezing my hip before plunging into me completely.
The sheer force of him, the weight of the control he has over my body, steals the breath from my lungs. I cling to him desperately, clawing and pulling him, begging him to ruin me for any other man. Even though I know he already has. Nothing could ever feel this perfect, this right. I realize in this very moment that no matter what I planned for my life, fate doesn’t care about my plans. If something is meant to be, it will be. Everything happens for a reason, and sometimes the reasons aren't very clear when you’re in the middle of the storm and devastation. Some reasons we can see right away, and some we can search our whole lives trying to figure out. But right now, clinging to the man who taught my heart how to beat again, I know everything begins and ends just the way it's meant to.
My fingers thread through his hair and I pull him to me, resting his forehead against mine as our breaths mingle together. His thrusts are unhurried but still punishing, branding and claiming me as his for an eternity. As if I needed reminding. As if I could ever belong to anyone else.
“I know you’re close. I can feel you squeezing me tighter and tighter. Come for me, baby. Let it go,” he whispers, his lips barely brushing mine, and he decimates my control.
I come hard and fast, his name spilling from my lips like a prayer, like an incantation that could conjure infinite chaos and ecstasy all in one. My heart skips a beat in my chest, and I feel him shudder inside me, the muscles in his back tightening to the point of pain as he pours everything he’s got into me. He rests his head against my shoulder, his breath fanning across my sweat slicked skin as we both calm down.
“As much as I would love to stay right here for the rest of the night, everybody is waiting for us. And I’m getting a cramp in my leg,” he says and I laugh loudly. I’m a firm believer that if you don’t laugh at least once during sex, you’re doing it with the wrong person.
He lifts himself off of me and instantly I miss him. Rolling to one side, I close my legs tightly, ready to make the run to the bathroom.
“You thought I was kidding?” He scoffs, rounding the corner of the bed. He crouches in front of me, my black lace underwear in his hands. As he holds them out for me to step in to, I stare back at him, eyes wide.
“I wasn’t joking, Aurora,” he says, his voice dark a gruff. He trails a finger up my ankle, skimming my calf muscle, and squeezing my knee, sending goosebumps up my legs. “I want you full of me until the next time I slide into the slice of heaven between your thighs.”
He says it so simply, like we’re talking about the weather or where to go for dinner. The idea that this is what the rest of my life will be makes my core clench in anticipation. There are so many things I never would have even considered before I fell for this man. Now, he could ask me to walk over hot coals to get to him and I’d do it without hesitation.
“Wear that black dress with the strappy back,” he commands as I brace myself on his shoulder and he pulls the lace up my legs.
