Kiss Me : A Modern Sleeping Beauty Retold (A Modern Fairy Tale Series Book 2)

by Zoey A. Black

  My mind wandered off to what happened with Jemma’s arrest earlier today. It still boggled my mind that Jemma was the one who orchestrated this whole thing for the inheritance. What kind of person was she to try to run Sheila and Aurora over while being eight and a half months pregnant?!

  Out of nowhere I saw Harper and Owen walked out from a street corridor. The streetlight was lighting a spotlight on them. They stood around, seemed like they were waiting for someone. I certainly remembered this wasn’t part of their plan, unless they had made last minute changes without telling me.

  A cab stopped right where they stood. A man hopped out of the cab.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes.

  It was Andy. I had to pull out my binocular to see for sure.

  It didn’t make sense. Why was he there?

  Owen handed him a wad of cash to pay him off and gave him a pat on the shoulder for a job well done.

  Their inside man was Andy!

  Andy put the money in his pocket and started to walk away in the opposite direction.

  I suddenly had this feeling come over me. A bad feeling, I couldn’t put my finger on it. My instinct told me that I should leave right away.

  I turned on my engine, thinking that I would quietly drive away.

  Harper and Owen spotted me. They were making their way over. The police were suddenly swarming the area and they didn’t even make it to the car.

  I heard both of them screaming Andy’s name. I had a feeling Jemma was going to have some company behind bars. I didn’t stick around to be fingered as an accomplice. It wasn’t like I was caught in the act of aiding and abetting. My part of the job hadn’t started. I was mere seconds away from being pulled into this mess with them.

  I drove away slowly, looking into my rearview mirror to see the police were cordoning off the area. I was hoping there was honor amongst thieves. I purposely put the car back where it belonged. Nobody would be the wiser.

  They could say anything they wanted. I would no doubt be hauled in for questioning without an ounce of proof against me. There were no text messages or email or any documented communication amongst the three of us.

  The police had questioned me extensively for hours, but I didn’t break. They had no choice but to release me within 24 hours since there was no proof.

  I rushed back to Aurora the moment I was released. She was at the store. I found her going over the books and told her everything including Andy being the inside man. I still didn’t know how the police were tipped off, the only reason I could think of if there was a mistake made between Owen and Andy. Or that Andy was discovered and he had to rat on Owen and Harper to cut himself a deal.

  “I have to say I wasn’t expecting this.”

  “Harper and Owen tried in vain to run me over with the bus. They wanted to make a deal, but I was cautious enough not to leave any fingerprints in the car. They had nothing but their words. It wasn’t enough to make the case.”

  “I knew I couldn’t trust him. This was probably how he paid for the clinic and for whatever Jemma demanded of him.” Andy had apparently gotten a job on the boat and was using his position to give information to Harper and Owen about the big fish in town.

  “I’m just glad I was able to walk away before it was too late.” I was elated by how fate had lent a hand in giving me a second chance.

  “You have no idea how happy I am for you.”

  “Let’s celebrate!”

  “Oh I have an idea or two,” she said seductively.

  “I don’t want to wait to get you back home.”

  “The store is closed and I have a back room without windows.” She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into a room where there was a multitude of different dresses on display.

  She swept a wooden table clean of fabric swatches. I watched as she jumped up with her legs dangling over the side. I couldn’t help how my body responded to the way that she was biting her little finger suggestively. There was a lurch of approval from the presence of my manhood between my legs.

  “I think this will more than suffice for what we need in the moment.” I fought the good fight until her jeans were lying on the floor at my feet.

  I quickly undressed until my cock was pointing at her like a divining rod. She jumped down and presented an interesting sight on her knees with her hand curled around the shaft of my excitement.

  I watched how she stroked me and then took me into her mouth to the scalding evidence of her wanton craving waiting for me. I sighed with contentment and threw back my head with a tremor of desire running through my lower extremities.

  She was turning me on by the way that she was enthusiastically supplying me with oral satisfaction. I didn’t think it was necessary to say anything and no words were necessary to convey what I was feeling.

  I plunged deep into her throat and she showed no adverse effects. There was no gag reflex. I was mesmerized by how easily she swallowed those inches.

  I ran my hands through her thick blond hair, pulling lightly, but not hard enough to stop what she was doing. I was breathing heavily in the effort to keep down the orgasm threatening to burst from my loins. I was running hot and I could feel the way that her tongue was drawing my seed from my balls.

  She knew exactly how to warm me up. I took my hands away from her hair and placed them on the table with her body positioned right in front of me. She was trying everything she knew to drive the stake of defeat into my overactive libido.

  I hovered on the edge of succumbing to her warm caress. My lips were parched and I was constantly licking them to find any kind of moisture. I tried at the last second to release her oral grasp on me. It didn’t look like she was in any frame of mind to let me go easily.

  “I don’t think I have to warn you. You already know better than most.” My climax was blazing a trail along the length of those inches and the fiery exit was enough to make me breathless.

  She was not one to give up and held her ground through the explosion that was twitching through the length of my pipe. I gave a few final samples of my love juice with deep jerky motions. I had no idea how this could get any better.

  She was the perfect aphrodisiac. There was no way that I could deny how her hungry disposition was giving me the lead back in my pencil.

  I touched her and felt her dripping down my index finger. I inserted that one finger and found that she was wet and ready for more. I watched her and the expression on her face was priceless.

  Turning her away from me gave me a bird’s eye view of her ample posterior. They were plump and ripe with her half moons of persuasion calling to me from across the room.

  I was up against her in a second with my hand moving her hair to get at her neck. I knew this was her weakness and I felt her legs wobble when my tongue made contact with her neck.

  “I’ve never… I’ve never had anybody make me feel like this.” My cock was nudging and she arched her back to give me an easier target with the bull’s eye of her glistening lips pulling me in closer.

  “Is this what you wanted?” It was an automatic reflex to thrust my hips and give her the stiffness projecting from my midsection.

  “Oh God…yes...Travis…” She was singing my song with words that I could understand.

  It was in a language that could only be translated through the physical expression of our love.

  She had almost all of it and the tightness of her hole was making it hard to contain what was building up inside of me. She gasped loudly when I gave her those final inches with my balls pressed up against her. I could see how her lips fluttered to receive me. It was warm and toasty between her buns.

  The extra incentive came from how she reached between us to fondle my family jewels. They were already full to bursting, but I had every reason to hold out for as long as possible. The flame was burning and increasing in degrees of temperature. The slow encompassing orgasm was getting rapidly close. It was climbing to the tip where I was threatening to flood the tunnel of her love.


  The room was stifling and beads of sweat were covering my body. I could feel how slick her skin was by how I was playing my fingers down her spine like a xylophone. I was enamored with the small of her back. I’d always been a sucker for the female form in this way.

  There was a sudden darkness and then an explosion of light behind my eyes. I felt it coming and stopping it was going to be an exercise in futility. The quiet moment was punctuated with a scream of release from my lips.

  I knew she came at the same time practically on the heels of the first shot between her lips. She was grabbing me in the fist of her sex and squeezing to get every last drop.

  She fell to her knees and I followed her still connected body and mind. I didn’t stop and I continued to fuck her with the same impressive tenacity as I did when I began. The orgasm took me on a wild ride.

  We held each other tight and enjoyed the afterglow in silence.

  CHAPTER 19

  Aurora

  I woke up this morning refreshed and ready to face the world. Travis was already up and he said he wanted to cook me my favorite breakfast – eggs benedicts.

  It’s been several days after the arrest. Travis and I somehow fell into this domestic bliss. I moved out of the short term rental where I had been staying since I left the hospital to Travis’ apartment. It was a simple apartment, not in the greatest neighborhood but all that didn’t matter because I was with Travis and that was all I wanted. There was a natural rhythm between us. We didn’t have to say too much and we were already in sync with each other.

  I closed the store for a week since the week after Christmas was generally slow. This Christmas was a quiet one. We roasted a small turkey and brought it to the hospital to have Christmas dinner with his mother. It was lovely to meet his mother, she was an incredibly strong woman. Travis and I took turn filling in the details of what had happened in the last few weeks.

  Before we left the hospital, his mother and I had a one-on-one conversation, and I would never forget it.

  “Aurora, I’m so happy to meet you, I never thought I would get the chance. He’s changed so much ever since you came into his life. I think his turning around has so much to do with you. I can see the way he looks at you, you give him hope and he loves you for every single bit of it.”

  “Mrs. Parker, you don’t need to thank me. Your son woke up me with his kiss and gave me my life. I am eternally grateful for him and I will never be able to repay him in full.”

  “I don’t have much longer, Aurora. Please take care of my dear boy. I’m the last family he has. He’s a good man, even though he had some troubles in the past. Love him like the way he loves you.” Mrs. Parker reached out for my hands. I was pressing my lips tight, fighting to hold back my tears from streaming down.

  “Yes I will love him with everything I’ve got.”

  “Now it’s time for you to go, my dear, it’s getting late.” She smiled and gave my hands a firm squeeze.

  It was that very night Mrs. Parker passed away in her sleep. We received the call at 2 am and we rushed to the hospital to say our last goodbye. Coincidentally, while we were at the hospital, I got a call from the OB staff that Jemma was in active labor and she was already 7cm dilated, they were transferring her from the prison to the same hospital that we were at.

  Travis insisted that I tend to Jemma and that he needed some time to himself to process his mother’s passing. I couldn’t be in two places at once. I was at the OB ward waiting for her arrival. I thought she would not be thrilled to see me but she was in so much pain and asked me to stay with her as her birthing partner. She was all alone and I couldn’t say no despite our past conflicts. She had passed the point when epidural was an option. Not that I had any experience at all being a birthing partner or coach, I just passed her ice chips and towel whenever she asked for it. The baby was born the same morning at 6:13am. She named the baby boy after our father, George. The experience was magical. I was so happy to be an aunt to this tiny little baby.

  It was the cycle of life. One life ended and another one began.

  “I’m going to petition the court to raise their child. I don’t think even my sister wants her baby to grow up behind bars.” I woke up this morning with this idea, and thought this was the right thing to do and also it would be a way to heal the relationship with Jemma. As much as I was angry with all that she had done, she was my sister and the baby was innocent.

  Travis was at the stove making the hollandaise sauces for the eggs benedicts when I threw this curveball at him. He was quiet for a moment. Either he was focusing on his sauce or he was coming up with a plan to bolt and run, I would not be surprised with either. It was hard to wait for a response.

  “Travis, did you hear what I just said?” I came up behind him and lightly touched his arm. I didn’t want to be pushy but maybe he didn’t hear me with the stove going.

  “Yes, sorry I wasn’t ignoring you. I was just daydreaming a little when you told me about you being your nephew’s guardian.”

  “A good kind of daydreaming?”

  “Yes a good kind.” He had this big smile on his face.

  “Care to share?”

  “Remember it’s a daydream. I don’t want to add pressure to our brand new relationship,” he waited then continued, “I was thinking that one day that we will a family together. I could just imagine teaching little ones how to cook and make pancakes for all of us.”

  It was a nice dream, a dream that I could totally get onboard with. I was already smitten enough watching him cook breakfast, the image of him and our mini-me’s making pancakes together totally melted me away.

  “I like it. Very much actually.” I wasn’t going to get too ahead of ourselves but I wanted a life exactly like that.

  Tomorrow I was to inherit my family fortune, it would be a hefty sum, enough to not worry about finance going forward. I hadn’t said much to Travis. With this sum of money, it would certainly help with my petition to raise little George while Jemma remain in prison.

  “I never got a chance to ask you. How many kids do you want Aurora?” Travis asked as he set down a plate of eggs benedict in front of me.

  “I would be happy with two, one of each, a boy and a girl. Nothing too crazy.” I took a bite of this deliciousness, I was in heaven.

  “That’s fair. OK, here’s another question, would you consider getting married again?”

  Oh my goodness, why was he asking me this? I needed to be careful with this one.

  I was torn.

  On one hand, I was burnt by my marriage to Andy, I gave him my youth and my probably best years. I thought he was the one, and I got burnt. My judge of character may not be the most reliable. On the other hand, I experienced the most unexpected and most romantic gesture of Travis waking me from my coma with his kiss. This magic and romance gave me hope and belief that love wasn’t just a fairytale. It happened to me even when I was being cynical.

  “Hmm. Depends on who’s asking.” It was easier for me to play coy for now.

  His left eyebrow raised, “Good to know. OK, a follow up question, do you think it’s important to be married before having children? Or I should ask would you have kids out of wedlock?”

  “Why are you asking me all these questions?”

  “Don’t worry about it. Just answer me.”

  “I actually don’t care about the order of things. I would not rush a wedding just because I was knocked up, if that’s what you are asking. I also think it’s perfectly fine to stay together unmarried but still raise a family together too. Does that answer your questions?” I wondered what he had up his sleeves. At the same time, I wasn’t too keen to know so I wouldn’t accidentally ruin it.

  “Yes. That’s good to know. How do you like the eggs benedict?”

  CHAPTER 20

  Travis

  Two Years Later

  “George, put that down, right now! 1, 2, 3…” Aurora shouted across the room as little George was about to toss his toy truck from his high chair ac
ross the kitchen. This little guy got some arms on him, maybe he could be a baseball pitcher one day. George had reached his terrible twos about three months earlier than his second birthday, he had been testing Aurora every single chance he got.

  Jemma and Andy gave their reluctant permission for us to raise the child. It had been two years now, George was just about to turn two.

  Aurora and I moved out of my crappy apartment soon after we became legal guardians of George. My old apartment wasn’t fit for a family. It was way too small and the neighborhood wasn’t family oriented.

  Things between Aurora and I were progressing a little fast initially when George came into our lives. I thought I was going to run for the hills with the sudden change. My old friends might look at me and think I was domesticated, but I had never been happier. I became the master of diaper changes, and I couldn’t be prouder of myself.

  I didn’t need much convincing to agree to raise George with Aurora. The discussion was quite short and uneventful. Aurora asked if I was interested in being a guardian with her on that fateful morning, and I just said yes by the time we finished breakfast. It was simple and easy. Before having Aurora in my life, I used to be afraid of the idea of being a parent having the responsibilities to bring up a child in this crazy world. But with Aurora by my side, I felt much more at ease to take on this monumental task. Parenting was not easy but being on the same wavelength as Aurora made it much easier.

  When my mother passed away, she left me a letter. She had written me this letter a week before she left us. A good portion of her letter read like her will, she stated how she wanted her funeral, where she wanted to be buried and etc. The rest of it was her reflection and her stories about me, the funny moments she had with me when I was a child, how she discovered my personality through all these little moments, and how my personality traits as a child still shone through now as an adult. I must have read her letter easily a hundred times and every time I read it, I couldn’t help but tear up. At the end of the letter, she wrote,