Page 23 of Their Deviant Love
Connor rips off his shirt, and within seconds, he’s jumping in after me. I try to swim away from him, but he catches me with ease. Is he a freaking fish?
“Oh shit!” I squeal as his arms wrap around my waist, and he pulls my front against his front.
“I don’t want everyone seeing you naked,” he says.
“There is no one here, Connor. It’s just us,” I remind him. “And you looked like you could cool down a bit.” I lock my legs around his torso and let him tread water while holding us both afloat. And then it hits me. “Shit.” I untangle myself from him. “I shouldn’t have made you jump in. You’re sick.”
“I’m not fucking sick. I’m fine,” he grunts. “Come on, you need some clothes.”
“It’s really not a big deal. You know, in Italy, all the ladies are topless on the beach,” I tell him.
“Were you?” he asks.
“Pfft, as if my dad or brothers would let that happen.” I shake my head.
“Exactly,” Connor grunts. “We have different rules from the general public, Aurora.”
“No, we make our own rules, Connor. There is no one here telling us what to do, or how to act. It’s just you and me.”
“I’m still the leader of Ireland’s largest crime organization. I have responsibilities, Mrs. O’Malley,” he says.
“For now.” I shrug. “We are going to get you out of that family.”
“What if we can’t?”
“Then we… move to Ireland? Rule from Boston? I don’t know, Connor. What if a shark came right up and ate us?” I ask him. “You can’t live your life based on all thewhat ifs.”
“I’d make sure the shark didn’t get you, princess.” Connor swims back to the deck with me in his arms. I do feel like shit. I shouldn’t have made him swim. I don’t think he should be exerting himself. He did lose a lot of blood today.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking,” I say once we’re both back on the deck.
“I’m not a piece of glass, Aurora. Do not think about treating me like I’m going to break,” he tells me. “I would rather you be throwing fucking ninja stars at my arm.”
I smile. “That was your fault. I did warn you.”
“I didn’t think the girl I was making scream in pleasure would stab me.”
“Yes, you did.” I grin. “Besides, it was me or Dante. And as much as you think he looks harmless, trust me, he’s not.”
“I’m not afraid of your cousins, princess. You on the other hand, I wouldn’t dare cross.” Connor ducks and dodges the towel I throw at him. “Let’s get dressed, then you can call your dipshit cousin.”
“Don’t call my cousin names. Iwillstab you. Again.”
“Doc says it’s good for me to bleed anyway, and I prefer your knife to that woman’s fucking needle.” Connor hands me a shirt, and I throw it over my head.
I had a feeling my husband wasn’t a fan of needles. I didn’t ask because I didn’t want to bring it up in front of Dr. Morgan. I don’t need anyone knowing he has a weakness, not that I’d call it that.
As soon as we’re dressed, Connor sets his laptop on the bed and we sit there together as he types in Dante’s number. I don’t ask how he knows it.
“Wait.” I hold his hand, stopping him from putting in the last digit.
“What?”
“We don’t need to. I can wait. If it’s really not that safe, I don’t need to talk to him,” I tell Connor.
“It’ll be fine. If we need to move on, then we move on. Sunny skies and sandy beaches are overrated anyway.”
“No, they’re not.” I laugh. “I actually love it here.” We haven’t been here long, but I do love our little villa. “We should buy a vacation property one day and bring our kids to visit.”
