“You’re telling me thatyouareWanderWhitlock, and yourblood relativeisAuroraArcher?AmIhaving a stroke?”
“That’s correct,”Aurorasaid. “Notabout the stroke.Butthe family line.Yeah, it surprised me too.”
She andIshared coy smiles.
“Okay,”Luciasaid. “Shockover.So,I’mgoing to make some calls about theAuroraArchernovel and see what my legal team says about the estate situation.We’llget the red tape squared away and thenI’llstart making some calls to see who’s interested in picking it up.Emailme your mom’s contact information since she’s the executor andI’llbe in touch.Andyou.Iwant to hear more about you.What’sgoing on?Youhave one more book in your series, right?LastIheard, you were on a sabbatical and the publisher dropped the series.Doyou have representation?Iheard you were withAprilThatcher’sfirm.”
“It’s kind of a long story, but no.Idon’t have representation at the moment.”
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and squeezed.
“Excellent news for me.Publicly,I’mnot open for submissions, butI’dkill to work with you.Soif you want to talk about your plans and goals, give me a call andI’llclear my schedule.”
Aurora wrapped up the call withLucia, then hung up whenLucia’sdog went for his second meal ofLucia’sdrapes and the rest of her coffee.
"Well, that was something,”Aurorasaid as she sat back and let out a sharp breath.
“You gonna take her up on representing you?”
“Honestly?”Auroratangled her hand in her hair. “I’mtempted to.ButIdon’t know if it’s somethingI’mready for right now.”
I nodded. “There’sa lot going on at the moment.”
“Yeah.Butif she could sell that novel to a publisher, my mom andIwould have a nice little nest egg.Istill need to get a job, though.”
“You don’t have to rush into it,”Isaid. “Iknow this—us—is new, butI’vegot you.Imean it.”
“I know,” she said. “ButIwant to.AndIstill have that mountain of ex-boyfriend debt thatIhave to chip away at, and my current royalties aren’t cutting it.Ithink working on the house helped me get out of my writer’s block.Iwas moving my body and engaging my mind in something other than staring at a computer for ten hours a day.Ithink, ifIgo back to writing,Iat least want something part-time.MaybeI’llwait tables atErnie’sor something.Ilike hearing his stories.Besides, you said it yourself.Iran out of things to write becauseIstopped living.”Shewrapped her arms around my neck and slid onto my lap, straddling my hips. “AndIwant to do all the livingIcan.Withyou.”
I settled my hands on her hips. “Ilike the sound of that.”
“This is insane.”
“What’s insane?”
“Me staying here.”Shelet out a light laugh. “Idon’t know anyone.”
“Yeah, but they know you.”Ihooked my fingers in the loops of her denim shorts. “AndIknow you.ButI’mserious,Roar.Ifyou decide to go back toColorado,I’mcoming with you.Ifyou decide to go toMars,I’mcoming with you.”
“I thinkIlike it here,” she said contentedly. “Fishpizza is growing on me.”
“You and that smart fucking mouth,”Iwhispered against her lips. “Comehere, baby.”
Aurora met me in the kiss.Itwasn’t fifty-fifty.Weboth gave it our all.Shearched her back, pressing into me asIcradled her head and swept my tongue through her mouth.Shelet out soft whimpers of delight as her hips rocked back and forth.
“That’s my girl,”Imurmured asIsucked and licked my way up her neck to her ear.
I thought back to our first kiss on this very couch, and how far we had come.Istill couldn’t believe that she was mine.
I flipped us, pinning her to the couch in one swift move before working her shorts and underwear down her hips while she yanked off her shirt and bra.
Aurora’s nails scraped up my chest as she grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it over my head. “Getyour dick out and get it hard,” she said in a hurry as she clawed at my shorts.
I tossed my head back and laughed. “Sweetheart.”Ikicked off my shorts and boxers, took her hand in mine, and wrapped her palm around my cock. “It’salways hard.”
Her fingers flexed around my shaft, testing and squeezing.
I let out a sharp breath and dropped my head as pleasure pulsed and raced through me. “Dammit,Roar.”
