It's been so long since I've updated. Sorry for the wait. Here's a smutty chapter to make up for time lost. Make sure to read the note at the end with Q&As. Thank you for all the love!
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The moment I break free from the bar, my senses are clear. Despite the sudden relief I feel in my head, there's no mercy on my heart. It feels like something is weighing me down, the burden of heartbreak is a familiar ache. It's been a while since I've felt this way, at least in public. I'm not perfect, and I'd be a liar if I said that I didn't cry every now and then because of how lonely I am. I'm not going to preach about being strong when I can barely keep myself on my own two feet.
Through the thunder that rumbles all around Faycoast and the lightning that illuminates the black sky, I hear my name echoing off the cars in the parking lot. I move faster, hand digging into my bag in hopes of finding my keys quicker. Dammit, where are they?
I stop at my car, attempting to steady my trembling breath as my fingertips meet the metal in my bag. My keys jingle as I pull them out, pressing the unlock button. It's too late. A hand grabs my wrist, pulling me back.
Harry stands there, chest rising and falling. "Diana." He's breathless as if he's run a marathon to catch me, but his eyes are dark and any and all playfulness he showed before is void. "Don't run."
"I'm not running, I'm leaving."
"There isn't much of a difference, love." He exhales, shaking his head. I sigh, rolling my eyes as thunder rumbles again.
The storm is getting closer; I feel it in the way the breeze picks up and the sound of the buoys on the coast chime loudly as the tide gets stronger. The air is at it's peak humidity too. When I was a little girl I used to love sitting out on the porch at my parent's house to watch the storms roll in on the coast. It was dramatic and enthralling.
"I don't want you to go," Harry confesses suddenly.
I cock my head to the side. "Because now I know your secrets? You're so careless—"
"I'm not careless," he interjects harshly, voice trembling. "You think I would've run after you if I didn't care?"
"Then why are you here? Why do you feel the need to open up to me?" He furrows his brows, confusion washing over his perfect face. Now that the moon is moving behind the clouds, there isn't much light to see either of us.
The dreary sky illuminates again as lightning strikes followed by a crack of thunder that makes me shudder. "I was okay," I whisper, "then you walked into my life and now I'm so worried."
Harry takes a step closer, cradling my cheeks. The humidity breaks and I smell rain mixed with his cologne; it relaxes me. "You need to take more risks," he chuckles, amusement back. "It's okay to be a little vulnerable."
"Taking risks is exactly what got me here," I mumble. Our noses brush together and while he steps even closer to me, my hands naturally fall onto his chest, gripping the thin fabric of his shirt. Doesn't he realize that with him I'm at my most vulnerable? That opening my arms to even go on our first date was enough to send me into an emotional spiral. All of that doesn't even begin to explain my vulnerability being a single mom.
Suddenly, Harry's lips close over mine. I'm a little taken back, but I kiss back a moment after I realize this is a risk my heart's willing to take. His tongue glides over my bottom lip before I grant access, allowing it to roll against mine. A strong taste of beer in on his tongue, but it's not the only thing intoxicating about him.
My fingers move through his hair as the storm rages on around us. Rain begins to fall from the sky, pounding on the pavement and on our dry clothes. Harry pulls back, shaking his head. His curls are ringlets, soaking with each passing Second that we don't move.
We never resolved the aching in my chest or the worries that swell in my head, but now it's the last thing on my mind as Harry moves us into the backseat of my car. He's peeling off my clothes, cautious not to smack the empty car seat that is buckled in to his left. In my quick attempt to pull of my panties I realize this is the wildest thing I've ever done. We're naked in the back of my car in no time.
The rain that falls from the sky masks our sounds as I ride him, fingernails digging into his shoulders; wet forehead pressed together as my chest rises and falls out of sync with his. I bounce up and down, moaning loudly as his member reaches new depths inside of me. I hold on tight to his head, my chest at level with his face but he continues to stare up at me.
The heat between us fogs the windows. His hands glide down my sides to my thighs, the roughness he has on me is canceled out by the sensual gaze he holds with my eyes. I softly cry against his forehead, tugging on his hair as the knot in my belly begs to be released.
"Ride me, angel," he pushes lowly. I gasp, eyes rolling back as my hips stutter to a stop. Harry grabs my bum, his fingertips pressing so hard I swear they'll bruise my skin. "Diana," he coos.
My climax settles, but remnants wash over me like waves. I continue to ride him; swollen and in desperate need of another release. I smile against his lips, gaining a cheeky smile from him until his moans begin fill the car.
He's close and I'm close and we're almost at the tipping point as I ride him faster. If it weren't for the pouring rain and thunder I'm sure any person in a mile radius could hear us. We're as needy as ever—burning with lust and anger.
My body clenches around him as I feel him release all of his come inside of me. I throb as I rock my hips slowly, pressing my lips to him even though he seems breathless. The air in the car is thin and muggy, but I don't care that I'm soaked from the sweat, arousal, and rain.
"How was that for a risk?" I ask, smirking.
"Quite the risk," he chuckles, pulling me up to disconnect us. I sit back down on his lap, hands gliding up his sweaty chest. He watches me just as closely as I watch him. "I'm worried too," he says suddenly. He goes on, "about a lot."
I take a shaky breath. "About me?"
"I worry about you because I care," he smiles, brushing his thumb over my cheek.
"I worry about you too," I tell him truthfully, whispering even though I know it's just us locked in this car in the middle of a summer storm. "Even though we're kinda strangers."
"Kinda strangers?" He chuckles. "It's only been three weeks, but there isn't anyone I feel this comfortable with—comfortable enough to talk about my dad."
"We all have our secrets," I sigh, resting my head against his. Chest to chest, hands in his hair, my forehead pressed to his cheek, there's a rare comfort I feel right now. "I never even felt like this with Austin. I used to think that what him and I had was love."
"Maybe it was," Harry whispers, brushing back my hair. "Maybe you felt like at one point he's all you deserved, but you deserve so much more, Diana." The sincerity that bled from his voice now shows in his eyes.
"If you could give sixteen-year-old Harry some advice, what would it be?" I ask, playing with his dry, curly locks.
He chuckles, "twenty questions still?"
I smile, "just a question."
Harry rubs my thighs mindlessly. "Hm, I'd tell myself to relax. That things will work out, even if it takes a few tries." He shrugs, glancing back up at me. "I guess I've always been way too competitive."
I kiss his cheek, smiling faintly. I'd love to hear all about his sport stories. I'm sure he played a lot of soccer, maybe even baseball. "What will you tell Eliana?" he asks suddenly. "When she's sixteen, I mean."
"I'll tell her there's nothing a woman can't do."
"Very good advice," Harry smirks.
"I'd like you to meet her one day," I blurt out. I can't take back the words—it's too late. "Only if you want to of course—"
He cuts me off, "if you're comfortable, then I'm comfortable. I'd like to meet her. I'm sure she's as cute are you."
My heart jolts like it's been just struck by the lightning that fills the night sky. I reach down and grab our clothes off the floor, pushing his stuff into his chest. I speak up, "get dressed. There's something I want to show you."
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Hello lovelies. It's been a while *sighs*
It's taken me months to write this chapter and I'm still a little iffy about publishing it. Ugh.
I hope you're all having a lovely 2017 so far. I've been crazy busy with college and getting my life together. Soon I'm going to graduate and have to actually adult. Anyway, thanks for reading and THANK YOU for sticking with me.
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What's the deal with no updates?
Aurora is NOT over. I was temporarily on hold, but I'm going to be updating more now. For the most part, the story is planned out until the end, so I'm definitely finishing this. I'm still trying to figure out an updating schedule, but I'm leaning towards Saturdays.
The last time I updated was in January, and within that time I've gotten over 7,000 reads, which is insane. Remember, my motivation to update increases with every vote & comment I get. That may sound redundant, but it's 100% true. I love to know what you guys think!
Where is this story going?
HA—good question. But no, really, I have it all planned out (for the most part). Things may be slow now, but they'll pick up. When it hits, it's gonna hot so hard you're gonna have whiplash. Right now, Diana is at odds with what she wants. She's been lonely for so long that she thinks Harry could be a good fix. She realized that she may actually just be a fix for him too and that maybe, after all, they'll never be. On the other hand, Harry is just as complex, and very clearly showing restrain, but he's also fighting an internal struggle between the old him and the new him. Stay tuned for more x