Losing Me, Finding You(15)

I don't even think about stopping; that's not an option anymore.

I wet my lips and bend down over Amy, more determined than ever to have her, claim her, mark her as my own. Crazy as it sounds, already I'm thinking up a pitch for the Pres, getting ready to tell him that I've found our next recruit. It's stupid as hell and doesn't make much sense, but when I imagine Amy's arms around me, the open road stretching out before us, I feel something. I can't figure out what it is at the moment. After all, I've got one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen bent over a pool table in front of me. But later, I will sort this out. After all, Amy Cross isn't the first small town girl that I've had a bit of fun with, just the first that's managed to get my panties in a wad.

“Shh,” I whisper in her ear, drawing her hair back with my fingers, feeling her shudder beneath the weight of my body. “If somebody hears you, they're going to want to come see what's going on.” I pause and listen to the sound of her breathing, the soft whimpers that manage to escape from her throat despite her pursed lips. “Unless you like being watched?” I ask as I lick her ear and push my hips forward, rubbing the hard bulge of my cock along her tight skirt. Amy shakes her head, and I can't help but hold back a chuckle, standing up and pushing her skirt the rest of the way up.



Chapter 10

Austin is teasing me. Bastard, I think as his rough hands caress my thighs and expose my very tasteful, very dull, laceless, nude panties. He pauses for a moment, and I suck in a big breath, worried that he's going to stop, that he's going to step away from the baggy cotton shaking his head and mumbling under his breath.

“You silly girl, you,” he laughs and then he's tugging them back forcefully and letting them drop to the floor where they tangle around my ankles. Once again, I use my reading knowledge to keep the moment as hot and seamless as possible. After all, Sali Bend once said to her equally sex starved friend, Brandi Waters, “When the panties drop, dear God, girl, make sure you unhook at least one ankle or when he gets to that epic moment where he wants to kick your legs apart and ram you, you're not gonna be ready!”

I lift one of my white heels (my mother bought them for me for Easter last year, if you must know) out of the leg hole and set it back on the floor, bracing myself for what I'm sure is going to be a life changing experience. After all, this is the night of my first kiss, my first time, and my new life because whether Austin lets me join his motorcycle club or not, I'm leaving. I can't really say what it is that's gotten into me, but it's too late to put a lid on it now. The possibility of change has risen its head, and I can't look away from that penetrating gaze.

I feel warmth pressing against me, and I can't help the butterflies that take off of in my stomach, leaving me a knotted mess of anticipation. This better be as good in real life as it is in my books, or I'm going to be quite upset. I close my eyes and gasp as something pushes inside of me, sliding deep into a place even I've never been. It doesn't feel like a … cock … so I glance back at Austin and see that he's teasing me with his hand, caressing me in ways that make my toes curl and my lips part with soft sighs of pleasure.



Chapter 11

I try to take it easy with Amy, but it isn't something that comes naturally. I'm fighting every instinct in my damn body that's begging me to thrust inside of her warmth and make her mine. Instead, I caress her slick * with two fingers, sliding them in and out as gently as possible while my muscles quiver and my lip twitches with my repressed desire.

“Austin,” Amy whimpers and I have to close my eyes to keep from forcing myself inside of her. I've been with virgins a handful of times before, and I know that most of them can't take it all right off the bat. Never bothered me before, but with Amy, I can't help but wanting to take it slow, show her a good time. Sounds like she put a spell on you, Austin Sparks, my mind whispers, but I ignore the thought, focused wholly on the gentle pulse of Amy's body and the throbbing sensation from down under. Hot damn, I'll be lucky if I survive this, I think as I slide my fingers out and touch them to her clit, smiling as she shivers and wiggles against me. “Shit,” she says and the word sounds foreign coming from that soft mouth, those rounded lips.

“You like that?” I ask her quietly, working hard to keep my voice pitched low. There's nothing I want more than to dirty talk Miss Amy until even her ass blushes red, but the thought of Mireya or Beck or Gaine coming through those doors and finding us convinces me that I better get this over with quick. How long till somebody gets in their mind that they wanna play a game o' pool? I have a pretty good feeling that if another man walks in here and sees Cross bent over this table, that I'm going to go buck wild and deck his ass. “Then I think you'll like this even better.”



Chapter 12

Austin slides his fingers slowly out of me, drawing my breath along with them until I'm left feeling tight and empty all at the same time. There's this brief moment of hesitation where my conservative upbringing rings loudly in my ears and promises eternal damnation for what I'm about to do. But then Austin is pressing his warm hips against me, grabbing me with both hands in a bruising grip and thrusting the hot, long fullness of his body inside of mine.

Eternal damnation? This is so worth it.

I try to stay quiet, but Austin's heat is searing through me, spreading me open, breaking down walls both physical and mental, and I just can't stop the sounds that burst from my lips as he cuts through me with this horribly delicious dichotomy of pleasure and pain. His fingers wrap in my hair and pull my head back as a scream threatens to break from my throat, stopped only by the warmth of his hand cupping my lips and silencing me as he pulls out just enough that I swear on all that is holy that I'm going to die. Just when I'm starting to think about casket colors, he comes rushing back, filling me and slamming me so hard into the pool table that it shakes and screeches across the floor.