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“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.
Chapter Fourteen
“You didn’t really need to walk me into a restroom,” Aurora says.
“Actually I did,” I tell her as I push open the stall with the disabled logo on the front. “This one.” I wait for her to step inside before I shut and lock the door.
“Is this like a new kink or something? You want to watch me pee?” Aurora turns around, her face flushed.
“Everything to do with you is a kink of mine, princess,” I say. “But that’s not why I followed you in here.” I take a step towards her and she takes a step back. There is nowhere for her to go, though.
“Why then?” she asks.
“Because I’ve been hard ever since you fucked yourself on my fingers.” As soon as I reach her, I spin her around and press her front up against the basin.
“You should probably do something about that. Sounds painful.” Aurora pops out her ass, rubbing it against my cock.
“Oh, I plan to,” I tell her, flipping her skirt up and revealing the full, fleshy globes. “Fuck, I love this ass.” I groan as I fill each hand with a cheek. “Are you wet for me, Aurora?” I drag a fingertip over the center of her wet slit.
“Always.” She sighs when I circle that same finger over her clit.
