Chapter 8

Aurora

Every step brought us closer to the cabin at the lake, and with it, my palms grew sweatier, my heart raced. This was too important to me to risk, and I hadn’t opened up to anyone else about it yet.

“It’s beautiful out here,” Jarryd said. He clutched a wicker picnic basket and kept an easy pace beside me, crunching over fallen pine needles and twigs. Birds hooted or chirped, swept between the trees. Small animals rustled in the underbrush. “So different from what I’m used to.”

“I can tell,” I replied.

“What? Why?”

“Well, you’re wearing a suit. On a forest walk. And you brought a picnic basket.” Which had totally given me butterflies the minute I’d walked around the corner and found him waiting, phone in one hand, basket in the other.

“I figured we’d get hungry.” He wasn’t defensive, but he did look down at his suit jacket. “This is all I brought with me.”

“Just suits?”

“Shit, you’re right. I should’ve brought a few fluffy robes along, too.”

I laughed at that, and the memory of offering him one, and for a second, the nerves dissipated. They slammed home again instantly, redoubled by the brief absence. “We’re almost there,” I said.

“Where are we going, by the way?”

“You’ll see.” It was too difficult to explain without being there. He had to understand how important this was to me, and in order for him to do that, Jarryd had to see it for himself. “Through here.” I ducked beneath a low-lying branch and took the path that wound through the trees, reminding me of the times I’d read books in a favorite spot, or dangled my feet in the water.

We crunched over the worn dirt and rounded a bend, slipping out from between the trees.

And there it was.

The cottage I’d called “home” for two years, right in front of the lake. The cool water was undisturbed, clear, pine needles drifting lazily on the surface.

“Wow,” Jarryd said. “This is some prime real estate.”

“Not really,” I replied. “It’s not connected to any of the main roads. When we lived here, we had to rent out a plot in the park to keep the RV and we walked everywhere.” I crunched across the grass.

“We?” Jarryd followed me.

I halted in front of the cabin and looked at its empty windows, the locked front door, wood worn with age. Echoes of laughter, my mother’s voice, haunted me. Home. The only place I’d called home.

A For Sale sign besmirched the front lawn, knocked into weeds and flowers.

“Aurora?”

I walked over to the solitary wooden bench beneath the four-paned window and sat down. He joined me. We looked out over the lake together.

“Me and my mother. This was where we stayed the two years before she passed.” Finally, I looked at him, drank in his features and the wrinkling at his brow. The unspoken questions in his gaze.

“I’ll explain it,” I said, before he could word them out loud. “You lay out the picnic. Deal?”

“Deal.” He opened the basket and drew out a blanket. “You sure you don’t want me to sit and listen?”

“No, this will be easier for me if you’re—busy.” If he couldn’t break my resolve to pieces while I spoke. At least it wouldn’t bring back tears I’d already shed.

“Got ya.” Jarryd busied himself laying out the blanket. Sunlight cut between the trees, glimmered on the surface of the lake. Soothing, natural sounds filtered through the silence.

“My mother was a wanderer. I never knew my father. He never had any interest in knowing me, so it wasn’t a great loss. I know that my mom, Libby, hated the fact that she couldn’t give me stability. I spent the first fourteen years of my life traveling from town to town, learning tarot, doing odd jobs when I could, attending whatever school would take me. The longest we stayed in a town was probably six months.”

Jarryd didn’t speak but continued laying out the paper plates and Tupperware. It helped.

“I got used to it. Well, that’s not right, I guess. I never knew anything else but my mom had. She always spoke about having a home together and settling down, and eventually that happened. She got enough money together and rented this place.”

The memory of moving in played on repeat.

“God, it was the best feeling. I went to school and knew I could make friends and stay in one place. We’d finally settled down. The people seemed to like us, even though there were rumors about us being gypsies or strangers. Mom was sweet and kind, and people genuinely liked her when they spoke to her for more than a few minutes.”

Jarryd straightened. “So, that’s where you got it from.”

I bowed my head. “We lived here for two years,” I said, brusquely. The sooner I made him understand, the better. “My mother passed when I was sixteen. I couldn’t afford to stay in school, so I dropped out, got a job. Things went… sour. With my mother gone, rumors spread about me, about the cabin. They didn’t take pity on me. They saw me as the gypsy girl, the pagan, I always get a bad rep.”

Jarryd finished setting up then sat down on the bench. “What happened then?”

“I could barely afford to make rent on this place on my own. I got a job at the restaurant but it wasn’t enough. I didn’t have any marketable skills apart from those my mother had taught me, so I packed up my shit, repaired the RV, and left.”

“You repaired it? By yourself?”

“No, I had it fixed. Why does that matter?”

Jarryd stroked his chin with his thumb. “Sorry, I’m a car enthusiast. Anyway, so you left.”

“Yeah, I left,” I said. “But I’ve always wanted that feeling of happiness and stability. And though there were tough times after she was gone, this is where I’m meant to be.”

“It’s for sale. You want to buy it?” he asked.

“That’s right. I don’t have enough funds yet, but I’m going to make an offer on this place,” I said. “As soon as I can.”

“How much for this place?”

“Thirty thousand. It’s cheap for the setting, and because it needs work done inside.”

“That’s—” His phone buzzed, and he grimaced. “Fuck.” He drew it out and checked the Caller ID. “I can’t get a minute’s peace.”

“You can,” I said.

The phone’s shrill ring echoed through the clearing. Across the lake, a small flock of birds burst from a treetop in a spray of leaves.

“Throw the phone in the lake,” I said. “Simple.”

“You’re kidding,” he said. The phone finally stopped ringing, and the screen blacked out. “Just throw it away.”

“Yeah. Why not?” I asked. “It’s not like you enjoy getting calls. Why keep something that irritates you?”

“I have responsibilities.”

“And throwing it out changes that?” I gave him a quizzical look.

“I—” The phone rang again, and Jarryd grunted. He lifted it, took aim, and loosed. The sleek black rectangle turned end over end once then plopped into the water. The ringing cut out immediately.

My stomach gave a tiny jolt. “There,” I said and clapped my hands once. “Isn’t that better?”

Jarryd’s laugh rumbled in his chest. “You’re amazing,” he said, and faced me, skin around his eyes wrinkling, the corner of his mouth lifted on one side. “I would never have even thought of doing that.”

“Why not?” The Hierophant. Conforming to norms.

“Just wouldn’t have. And, uh, yeah, I wouldn’t have done it if that was my only phone.”

“You’re kidding.” I laughed. “That was, what, a burner phone?”

“Basically,” he replied, and chuckled, too. “But it’s the gesture that counts, right?”

I wriggled my nose.

“Aurora, you’re a breath of fresh air. You’re free as a bird.” Jarryd’s thigh pressed against mine.

“There are lots of different types of freedom. I guess, I was free in one way and stuck in another, if that makes sense.” I had to make him see. “This is everything to me. I want to have a good life, a happy life.” And hopefully, a child of my own someday. Even if that child didn’t have a father.

“Why do you think I’ll change that?”

“It’s a small town. A lot of the folks around here remember me, and not the good stuff. Some of them don’t want me in the RV park. They definitely won’t want me to stay here permanently.”

“I see. Being with me will make that worse?”

He had a point. “Maybe. If they think I’m a homewrecker. You and Felicity—”

“Are over. Long gone over. We were over before we officially ended the relationship.”

“They won’t see it that way. And the real estate agent is a local, too. If the current owner sees me as a flight risk or as untrustworthy, they probably won’t sell to me.” I took a breath. “I don’t want anything to ruin this.”

“I’m not planning on ruining it,” he said.

“Gypsy whore,” I replied.

“Well, fuck you, too.”

I snorted a laugh. “Not you—me! That’s what they called me when I was eighteen years old, before I left. Gypsy whore.”

“That’s disgusting. Why do you want to stay here? Apart from the memories of your mother.”

“They’re not all bad, only some of them.”

“Like that ex?”

I focused on the lake instead of answering that.

“I’m not here to ruin your plans,” Jarryd said.

“Then why are you here?”

“It’s too soon for me to answer that. I want to spend more time with you, Aurora. If you want it to be on the down low, that’s fine. I’m used to doing things out of the public eye. It’s the life I’ve had to lead the last eight years.”

“Since you were twenty.”

“That’s right,” he replied. He brushed my hair behind my ear. “No one has to know if you don’t want them to.”

Or maybe it was that he didn’t want them to know.

His fingertips tickled my ear, traveled down the side of my neck, came to rest on the strap of my bra. “You want to be with me,” he said.

I leaned into his touch and shut my eyes, blotted out the fear that I’d lose my chance at finally settling down. The musk of his skin invaded my nostrils, stunned my senses, and I rested my forehead against his, breath catching in my throat.

“Be here with me,” he said. “Nowhere else but here.”

I’d been hard on myself for too long. I deserved joy, didn’t I? Other women would’ve melted the minute he laid eyes on them. Why did I have to deprive myself of something I desired? I wanted a normal life, and sex was a part of that.

I sucked my bottom lip, released it slowly. “I think… I think I need this. You,” I said, softly. Eyelids flickering open, I gauged his reaction.

His eyes flashed, chain lightning in a clear blue sky. “Here,” he said and got up. He led me to the blanket at the lake’s side, sat me down. He was so sure of everything. What was that like?

Jarryd lowered himself to his knees in front of me. The front of his suit pants stretched taut over his erection. We’d barely touched, and he wanted me this bad. My skin tingled. My heart skipped a beat.

He stripped off his shirt and jacket, tossed them aside, and astounded me with his state of physical fitness. He must have had to work out every day to get like this. It was crazy.

And I had the opportunity to enjoy a real connection, and I wouldn’t give it up. A normal life. Maybe with something extraordinary thrown in.

I dragged my camisole top down then reached back and undid my bra, releasing my breasts. They bounced, and the skin around my nipples puckered at the influx of fresh air.

“Someone might see,” Jarryd said and gripped the front of his pants.

“There’s no one out here.” We hadn’t been followed, and none of the others in town would come out to the old, abandoned cabin.

I scuffled forward on my knees, tugging my skirt down accidentally, and unzipped the front of his pants. I brought out his dick and held it, stroked the shaft once.

Jarryd’s expression hazed. “Aurora.”

Pre-cum dribbled from his head. I collected it with a finger and ran it down the side of his dick, tracing the veins and ridges, wetting them and then licking my lips. I looked up at him again then back at his dick, overwhelmed. “I want to taste you,” I said.

He throbbed in my grip. “Do it.”

I took him between my lips, circled his head with my tongue, massaging the ridge, tasting, seeking. God, it was good. I’d never enjoyed this type of thing before. I sucked on the head, popped free and met his gaze. “Good?”

“Wet your hand and use it here,” he said, gesturing to the shaft.

I spat into my palm then smoothed it over his skin.

“Fu-uuck.”

Sweet pleasure thudded in my core. I wanted him to feel good. To lose it for me. Because of me. Wetness gathered between my legs.

I sucked him again, this time going slow then deep, sliding past the head and gagging—he was too thick to get much further down.

Jarryd pulled my hair, mingling arousal with pain. “Fuck yes. A little faster.”

I did as I was told, working his shaft, his head, feeling my way through it by the tensing of his muscles, his throbs and low growls.

“Enough,” he said. “Stop.”

I came up for air. “But you haven’t—”

“Neither have you.” Jarryd grasped me by the waist, turned me around, forced me onto all fours then ripped my skirt up. He rubbed two fingers over the wet triangle of black cotton that hid me from view. “Jesus, Aurora, you’re dripping.”

“Uh-huh.” I couldn’t talk. I arched my back and pushed my ass toward him.

“So wet.” He hooked a finger underneath the fabric and tugged my panties to one side. A second of delay and then…

Jarryd’s tongue entered me.

“Oh, my—” I pushed my ass backward. “Oh, god.”

He licked my lips, slapped my ass, and pulled the cheeks apart, giving him better access. He reached my clit and kissed it, noisily. The slurps drove me to the edge and beyond. I scrunched up the blanket. “Please!” I yelped. “Please, Jarryd. Please.”

“Please what?” he asked and slapped my ass again. A light tap that sent shivers through my core. “Please what?”

“Please, fuck me. I need you inside me. I need you.” God, I’m begging, and I don’t even care. It’s too good. He’s too much. We hadn’t removed our clothes, just pulled them aside to get at each other.

“You want me inside you.”

“Yes,” I hissed. His dick touched my entrance and I bucked backward, trying to force him into me. Desperate. “Come on!” I slapped the ground. “Jarryd!”

He entered me in one swift thrust, parting my lips, stretching my walls, filling me completely. I clenched tight, cried out, but it only heightened the pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re wet.” Jarryd’s rhythm was frenetic, a show of the desperation that had already overcome me.

I reached between my legs and played with my clit, circling it in time to the beat of our lovemaking. Streaks of white-hot bliss arced through me.

Jarryd’s breath caught in his throat. “I’m close,” he said.

My eyes snapped wide, I looked back at him over my shoulder, admired his body, muscles rippling with every thrust, rocking me back and forth, and sweat dripping down his abs.

Ecstasy took me, balled me up then shuttled me into satisfaction. I tensed around him, disconnected thoughts rushed by—his hair shifted by the wind, blue eyes glazed over but still watching.

“That’s right,” he said. “Come for me. Come for me, Aurora.”

I threw back my head and moaned, crested the rise and crashed over the edge. Moon and waves. God. “Yes,” I whispered.

Jarryd’s cock hardened—impossibly huge now, almost painful. He throbbed inside me, once, twice, three times, and squirted deep, filling me with his cum.

Finally, he shuddered to a halt. Our breaths were the only sound, apart from a gentle rustle in the trees and…

“Yes, I’m going to view it again, right now. It might need some work.” The woman’s voice drifted between the trees, across the lake.

“Oh, Jesus,” Jarryd said. “Who’s that?”