Losing Me, Finding You(70)

“You and I, right now, are we … ” I don't want to say that we're a couple because I don't know if we're there yet. I search my romance novel knowledge for the proper terminology. “Exclusive? I mean, you'd expect me not to be sleeping with Gaine while you're out right?”

“The f*ck?” Austin asks, opening his brown eyes wide. “You were f*cking Gaine?”

I feel a blush creeping up my neck, and I know that I've just blown the conversation. Smooth, Amy. Very nice. Be careful, your knowledge of men is showing.

“No, I … Mireya said she thought you might be sleeping with Kimmi because you're always disappearing together … ” I trail off when Austin keeps staring at me, one brow substantially higher than the other.

“Someone's been telling you stories, sugar. Kimmi enjoys the ladies almost as much as Beck does.”

“Excuse me?”

“She's gay, sugar. Kimmi is gay.”

“Oh.” I flush even brighter, feeling more and more like an idiot as the seconds tick by. “Austin?”

“Amy.” I pause as he steps closer, the heat of his body wrapping around me and pulling me in before we've even touched. “Now, I've got business to take care of, but I can't leave this spot until you answer me straight, alright?” I nod and try not to moan when he grasps me under the chin, narrowing his eyes and leaning in close. “Did you and Gaine f*ck?” I blink at him and try to pull away, but Austin grabs me at the last second and hauls me against his chest. “Well?”

“No!” I shout at him, putting my hands up against his firm body. “Goodness, Austin Sparks. Mind your manners.” I push away from him and he lets me go, watching as I take a deep breath and dig my feet in. “So are we?”

“Are we what, beautiful?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Exclusive. I mean, you're not going to sleep with anyone else without telling me, right? I mean, because otherwise I'll have to keep worrying about it, and we'll have to start using condoms and – ” Austin steps forward again and grabs me around the waist, thrusting his hot mouth against mine and running his tongue along my teeth, tasting me with bated breath, pushing me up against the wall with the weight of his body. When he pulls away, I have to remind myself to breathe.

“I've never made this promise to anyone,” Austin says, licking his lips and sucking in a huge lungful of air. That angst filled stomach ache I so craved before comes rushing back and makes me sick. He's going to tell me no, isn't he?

“Never mind,” I say, trying to play it off. Maybe he's not ready for this. I mean, I met the man a week ago. Austin smiles at me and reaches a hand down to the waistband of my pants, tugging them slowly off of my hips until they pool on the floor at our feet.

“But maybe I can make an exception for a pretty girl like you, especially one that's got the balls to tell me I'm hers.”

Austin grabs me by the hip with one hand and reaches behind my head with the other, grabbing a handful of curtains and flinging them away. A floor to ceiling window shows itself, spilling cold, gray light into our room along with the shadows of rain drops. I squeal and try to move forward (I'm not wearing panties, if you must know), but Austin doesn't let me. He pushes my bare ass against that glass, rips open the fly on his pants and proceeds to (pardon my language) f*ck the ever living shit out of me.

I forget about poor Christy for the time being as my body fills with him, with Austin, and he proceeds to slam me into the glass with desperate thrusts. At first, the very idea that my ass is pressed tight against the window and exposed to anyone that might be outside bothers me, but then I start to like it. I start to love it.

I wrap my arms around his neck and let him slide our sweaty bodies against the cool dampness behind me, fogging it up with our desperate breathing and the heat of the friction we're producing together.

“If you want me to be exclusive,” Austin whispers into my ear, grunting as he thrusts deep. “Then you're going to have to keep me satisfied, sugar. Think you're up for it?”

“The question is,” I breathe, squeezing as tight as I can around him, so that he's forced to stop, to give into the power that's between my legs and wait for me to release him. “Can you handle me? I have high expectations, you know. All us romance readers do. We're spoiled by words.”

Austin moves his hands from my hips and up the back of my shirt, using the pressure of his body to hold me in place, squeezing me so tight that his fingers bruise the skin on my back. So tight I can't see straight anymore, so tight that my heart lets out a sigh of joy and my body relaxes, allowing him to move in me again, stroking the fires of our orgasms.

“Oh, you can bet your sweet stars on that,” he tells me, biting my lower lip so hard it hurts and feels amazing at the same time. “And remember next time you're reading a f*cking book, how hard my cocks feels inside of you, see if it compares any. Now be quiet and finish up. I told you,” he growls, leaning in. “I've. Got. Work. To. Do.”

Austin pummels me into the window, sends me over the edge and brings me crashing down on the other side.

Next thing I know I'm in the bed, panting, and Austin is already gone.



Chapter 50

I shouldn't have f*cked Amy. I didn't have time for it, not by a long shot. But she looked so friggin' cute in her stupid ass pajamas, and then she got me all worked up thinking she'd slept with Gaine. I shake my head to clear it and try to pretend that I don't notice Kimmi glaring at me as we trudge through the mud of a field, heading towards the back of the Fort Clinton National Bank.