She does it again, this time clearly more intentional although she’s pretending to be asleep. I push my hips forward deliberately, leaning forward to whisper into her ear. “I know you’re awake, Rory.”
She laughs and it’s my second favorite noise in the world. The first being her moaning my name, obviously. “What a way to wake me up,” she yawns.
I’d wake her up however she wanted if it meant she slept next to me at night.
Reaching behind, her hand brushes my knee, then my thigh, slowly climbing higher and higher, pausing to gauge my reaction occasionally, until her arm is folded behind her back and her fingers gently brush past my balls and along my dick.
“Is this okay?” she says, wrapping her hand around me and doing a testing stroke.
“Yeah,” I manage to choke out, moving my hips in time with her hand to make things easier for her. “You’re so good at that, sweetheart.”
I immediately panic, I’ve done something wrong when she suddenly stops, but then she rolls over to face me. She’s still sleepy, her wet hair now dried into waves, and she’s looking at me in a way that makes my heart fall out of rhythm. I wish I could save this moment; bottle it and protect it from whatever outside forces are going to try and ruin it.
Aurora leans over and kisses me and I immediately don’t care about anything else but right now. She breaks away, then kisses my collarbone, my chest, slowly moving lower and lower, until I’m holding my breath with anticipation and that sleepy look on her face has been replaced with a look that’s a lot more mischievous.
She kisses the inside of my thighs, my hip bone, everywhere except the place I want her to. I tuck her hair behind her ear, nudge her chin so she’s looking at me. “Are you trying to make me beg, Aurora?”
Those green eyes are staring up at me so fucking innocently, like she doesn’t have my cock next to her lips. She kisses the base, keeping her eyes on me. “Nope.” Another kiss slightly higher. “You don’t need to beg me to do something I’ve been desperate to do for weeks.”
Joining my fingers on top of my head, I pull on my hair as my stomach flexes, my breathing fighting to stay steady. “This is going to be the best seven seconds of my life.”
“Don’t make me laugh when I’m trying to seduce you,” she groans through her laughter.
“You don’t need to try; you’ve achieved it. Consider me seduced. Obsessed. Consu—” Her lips wrap around the end of my dick and I forget how to speak. I was joking about the seven seconds thing but now I’m not so sure it was a joke. “You’re unreal, fuck.”
Her hair falls around her face as she lowers and takes more of me; I brush it out of her face, collecting it into a ponytail in my fist. She likes that; she lets me know as she moans happily, taking me to the back of her throat.
I like it too.
I’m scared to blink in case I miss one moment of it. The nails of her free hand gently scrape against my abs while her other works in coordination with her mouth to tip me over the edge. My hand tightens in her hair, muscles tense, and the red-hot feeling starts to build.
Her eyes watch me from the spot between my legs; green and dewy and so fucking focused on me right now. “I’m almost there.”
My words spur her on, a little bit more and I’ll be right there and that’s when the cabin door opens and Xander strolls in from his night duty with the dogs, killing any chance of me getting hard ever again.
“Fuck!” we both scream, him reaching to shield his eyes, me reaching to cover Rory’s naked body with a blanket.
“Sorry, sorry,” Xander yells, backing out of the cabin quicker than I’ve ever seen him move. “Do people not put a sock on the door these days, Jesus Christ.”
Horrified is the only word to describe how I feel right now.
Looking to Aurora, I expect to find the same mortified expression, but of course I don’t, because it’s Aurora. Her hand is pressed to her mouth as she tries her best to stop a laugh from bursting out. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I’m not laughing, I swear. Are you okay?”
The blanket I haphazardly threw on her is partially draped over her head and she’s kneeling naked between my legs, while my dick is definitely no longer hard. Dragging a hand down my face, I burst out laughing, which gives her the permission she needed. Tugging her to me, I kiss her forehead as she snuggles closer. “We didn’t even last six hours before getting caught.”
“We’ll be smarter next time,” she says, dragging her finger across my skin. “I need to get back to my cabin before someone realizes I’m not there. Sorry you didn’t get to finish.”
Aurora says “next time” so casually that I don’t really know how to answer it. I don’t want to have to give her up, but I also don’t want to get fired if we get caught. But I really don’t want to have to give her up. She’s the one thing in my life that hasn’t been ruined in some way by all the other things. She makes me hopeful and I’m not ready to say goodbye to that feeling yet.
“We will be more careful,” I say, kissing her forehead again.
Climbing over me, she starts to redress, frowning when she picks up her still damp clothes from the floor. “You didn’t fold my clothes, Callaghan,” she teases. “I’m proud of you.”
Tugging on my boxers and shorts, I sit on the edge of the bed and watch her grimace, pulling her still damp sweatshirt over her head. She’s pulling on her sneakers when I pull her toward me, making her stand between my legs. Her hands settle on either side of my face and she smiles down at me while I rub my hands up and down the backs of her thighs.
There’s a knock on the door, followed immediately by it creeping open. “Not to spoil this beautiful union, but I’m here because I really need to take a shit. So if you two can wrap this up so I don’t have to go in the woods like a fucking bear, that’d be swell.”
Aurora looks over her shoulder toward the gap, not taking her hands off my face. “You know there are other bathrooms, right? Your next option isn’t the woods?”
“Is a man not allowed to have a preferred place to poop these days? Is that where we’re at as a society?”
“I’m leaving, drama queen,” she shouts back before kissing me goodbye.
I want to drag her back to bed and lock the door, but it’s probably a good thing we were disturbed; I had no idea what time it is and I doubt I could have found the motivation to care anyway.
The dogs come rushing in as soon as Rory opens the door and Xander tries to high five her as she passes him, but he stops when she jabs him in the ribs playfully. “I stole from you, sorry. Bye.”
“It’s always the rich girls!” he calls after her. The grin on his face is unmissable as he comes in and closes the door behind him and I can’t help but grin like a fool too. “I’m gonna crap and then we’re going to talk about what the fuck happened.”
I occupy myself with the dogs while he’s gone and when he comes back, the same—no doubt goofy—grin is still on my face. Neither Xander or I are working today—the second of my days off and his first after switching with Aurora yesterday—but without even talking about it, I know we’re going to be hanging out with everyone all day helping out.
Don’t get me wrong, the kids can be exhausting, but it’s a good kind of exhausting. It keeps my mind busy and I enjoy helping the kids find their confidence. In a weird way, when I was younger, I kind of put the wealthy kids on a pedestal because I believed that I would never have any problems if my family was rich. That didn’t change much as I got older, especially when I started a college where it felt like everyone around me was more financially privileged.
Working here is starting to heal that inner child, I think. I see these kids with the same insecurities and worries as I had and I realize how silly I was all those years ago.