Losing Me, Finding You(55)

Sight. Well, obviously the woman is standing right in front of me looking f*cking gorgeous as shit. I close my eyes for a brief second. When I do, I can see my body moving inside of hers, can picture her face as I spill my seed into her womb. I shiver and open my eyes real quick. I don't think either Gaine or Amy misses my raging hard-on. I stand there, unashamed. After all, it's her fault I've got the damn thing.

“Everything is f*ckin' fine. How about your fine selves? What did you do today?”

Sound. Amy's sweet voice speaks to me from inside my head and out of it, telling me that they had lunch, that they talked about that Goddamn badger again. In the back of my mind, I hear her calling my name, begging me not to stop. I shake my head. Sex, sex, sex. See, it's all sex. Just sex.

“And Austin?” she says, setting her beer down and sliding off her stool.

“Yeah?”

Amy leans into me, sliding her arms around my neck. I notice that my hands go straight to her hips and my grip tightens, pulling her even closer. She puts her lips to my ear and whispers.

“I've been thinking about you all day.”

Ah, f*ck.

I grab her hair and pull her head back, pressing my mouth against hers.

Taste. Well, Christ on a cracker. Amy tastes like … warmth, comfort, home. I tell myself that's the dumbest damn shit I've ever heard, but it doesn't matter because it's true.

Gaine grumbles something vulgar under his breath and moves away, leaving us alone in the lounge with nothing but a pair of empty beer bottles as spectators.

“Tell me why I shouldn't just throw you over one of these tables and f*ck you?” I ask, breathing in the smell of Amy's hair and running my jaw along the silkiness of her scalp.

Scent. Shampoo, flowers, and something else, something primal that isn't a product of soap or perfume or anything like that, just part of Amy. It makes my cock swell so much that I swear to God, my pants are about to burst open at the zipper.

“Because I'm not wearing a skirt?” she teases with a small wince. I grab her by the belt loops on her pants and start walking backwards, taking her along with me.

“That's a bad girl, Miss Cross. If you don't listen to your teacher, bad shit happens.”

“Oh?” she asks, pretty, little mouth in an 'O'. “Such as?”

“Such as I spank your impertinent little ass for disobeying me.” Her face flushes bright and her eyes flutter like she's surprised I just said that.

“Really?” Amy's voice is breathy, brushing against my skin and making me crazy for it. I let go of her pants and reach down, grabbing her behind the knees and around the waist, hoisting her up into my arms. I think folks in the lobby are staring, but they can go f*ck themselves for all I give a shit.

“Yes, really,” I tell her, carrying her over to the elevator and stepping inside before the doors close. “I told ya the rules and you broke 'em. Time to pay up.”

“You're an interesting person, Austin Sparks,” she says suddenly, face going from lustful to compassionate in a quick instant. It freaks me out a bit, but not enough for me to put her down. It would take a whole lot of something to make me let go of this girl. “And a strong one, too.” Aha. There's a glint in her eye that says she feels sorry for me, that she hurts for me. There's only one damn thing that's ever happened to me that might spark a look like that.

“Shit,” I say, thinking I might've figured it out. “Did Gaine tell you about my brother?” She blinks at me in surprise and I know right away that I've got it. “That motherf*cker,” I growl and Amy starts to struggle against me like she wants down. I tighten my grip.

“I'm sorry,” she whispers, eyes closed tight. “I shouldn't have pried into your past. It wasn't my business at all.” Already, I'm shaking my head.

“Beautiful, that bitch goes spouting off secrets wherever he goes. It was only a matter of time before he dished some dirt on me. Honestly, if that's all he told you then I'm in good shape.” My heart is pounding in my chest and I feel weak, like I can still see the look on my brother's bloody face when he fell to his knees in front of me. I don't tell Amy that though. I don't tell her that Gaine has never told anybody else that story without my permission. Either he's pissed at me over something or he thought Amy needed to know. I'm betting on the latter. “Don't think about it for another second, sugar.” I keep my voice light. One day maybe I can bury my face in her hair and tell her how much it hurts, how I never cried but how I f*cking wanted to with every breath I took. I've never felt like that with anyone before. I swallow hard and step out into the hallway, catching sight of Mireya and Gaine at the end of it. Mireya's glaring, of course, but Gaine looks oddly pleased. Crazy f*ck. I'll deal with him later.

I don't say anything to them and they say nothing to me, watching as Amy and I move towards them and then disappear into our room. I kick the door closed behind me and sit down on the edge of the bed, giving Cross one last kiss before I flip her over.

Touch. Amy's body is soft and round, curvy in all the right places, a perfect hourglass figure. When I touch her skin, it's smooth as silk, just like her hair. I figure this all goes back to sex, but then I think about how it feels when our hands brush against one another. It's like sticking your damn finger in an electrical socket. Shit, Austin, let this crap go! Stop reminiscing like a little bitch and spank the girl.