James was the rebel — the black sheep who cared more about sports and partying and drugs.
I cared about accomplishments. I lived my entire life aiming for more, but never got enough. It could be because I watched my father hit rock bottom after someone targeted the family business.
It could be because I also watched James spiral out of control after his head injury until he eventually slipped between my fingers.
After witnessing both of their early deaths, I decided I’d never let anything else slip out of my control.
So why the fuck am I letting Aurora sleep in my bed every night?
Her eyes flutter open and she blinks a few times before her focus remains on my face. For a second, she smiles, eyes easing and nose twitching. Just as quickly, she shakes her head as if realising she shouldn’t be doing that.
“Jonathan?” she croaks. “What time is it?”
“Late.”
“What?”
“You’re late. Your alarm went off fifteen minutes ago.”
She stares at the clock on the bedside table and groans, sitting up. Her tits are distracting as fuck when she changes position.
“Oh my God.” Her eyes widen to that fucking blue. The blue that I want to confiscate and turn into my tailor-made brand.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
I could’ve, but then I wouldn’t have been able to watch her sleep or witness her current frantic movements.
My head tilts to the side as she abandons the sheets and stands in her full nakedness
That’s one of the highlights of my day.
“Jonathan!” she scolds, even though her cheeks tint in red.
“Yes?”
“Did you do it on purpose?”
“What would give you that idea?”
“The way you’re watching me.” She folds her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes on me.
“That’s kind of useless when you’re fully naked, wild one. Or are you perhaps tempting me?”
“Of course not.”
“Well, I am tempted. After all, you owe me a punishment.”
“No, I don’t. I paid for spending the night yesterday.”
“How?”
“You…know.”
“Say the words, Aurora.”
A red hue covers her entire body and the nipples peeking from between her fingers harden as she mutters, “You fucked my mouth.”
Not really. I actually gave her free reign and she sucked me off like a good girl. Over time, she’s been getting used to my pace, making up for her lack of skills with her determination. She’s the only one who still manages to stare up at me with defiance even when I’m wrapping her hair around my fist, hitting the back of her throat with my cock, and smudging that red lipstick all over her mouth.