“You, Austen. Today I want you.”
His face breaks into a boyish grin. “Goddamn woman, it’s about time. I was getting worried there for a hot minute.”
I laugh. “It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since you asked me out. I’m not exactly holding out here.”
“Maybe not,” he says, cupping my cheek with his hand. “But I’m glad I don’t have to wait any longer.”
We walk quickly up the stairs to his room, we know what we want, where we are headed. And my body ignites as I think about being with a man like Austen Summers.
At his doorway, I pause, nervous when I see his bed, knowing that if I want this — him inside of me, it requires me getting naked. I swallow, my eyes on the light switch. It would be easier if those sixty watts weren’t so bright.
“Hey,” he says, taking my hand, and pulling me into his room. He switches off the lights, closes his door. “I would love to see all of you, all of you with the lights on, but I know this is a lot as it is.”
I lower my chin, collecting my thoughts. Yes, I’m not the size of some of the sorority girls, but I don’t want to be defined by my weight. Right now, I just want to feel alive.
“You already saw quite a bit of me,” I say playfully. “I was pretty naked in the hallway if I remember correctly.”
Austen runs his hand over my back, pulling me to him. Pressed against him, I feel his hard cock against my belly. I whimper slightly as he brushes my hair back behind my shoulders, a hand on my cheek. His fingers graze the back of my neck and his touch feels so good, so electric.
“I liked seeing you naked, not in a sweatshirt or t-shirt. I liked seeing all your curves, Samantha. You look fucking hot when you aren’t hiding.”
“Austen,” I whisper, his words sending a chill over me. “I haven’t seen you naked yet. For being a player, you’re kind of a tease.”
He laughs softly. “Girl, you’re trouble.” He runs his hands under my sweater, my lacy bra sheer and he plucks my hard nipples, my pussy growing wet as he touches me.
It’s been so damn long.
6
Austen
I know Sam is nervous, but damn, this girl has nothing to be insecure about. Her body is incredible, and I want to tap her ass so fucking bad. I lift the hem of her sweater, tossing it aside, and step back, unbuttoning my jeans.
She does the same, and I’m glad she does. I want to be sure she wants this as badly as me.
Stepping toward one another, she runs her hand over my strong abs, and I reach back to unhook her bra. “God, your tits are perfect,” I say, massaging her big, round breasts.
Some men are tits guys, others ass guys, but fuck, with Samantha, I’m both. How could I not be?
Heat rises to her cheeks. “I’m glad you like them.” She licks her lips, reaching into the waist of my boxers.
God, I want her to take my cock, run her hands over my length. I’ve been dreaming of this for a goddamn year. Now it’s here. Samantha, in my room, taking hold of what she wants. Me.
“You like my cock, kitty cat?” I ask as she strokes me.
She exhales slowly. “I do. Very much so.”
“Good. Because my cock is so fucking hard for you, girl.”
I run my hand between her thighs, desperate to feel her wetness, and her panties are damn soaked through with want. Good, she needs this. I’m the man for the job, that’s for damn sure. And not just because she plays hard to get, but because her pussy is warm and tight and so fucking wet.
“I need you Sam,” I say, pulling her to my bed. Her long blonde hair spills over her shoulders, her big tits bouncing, her hands over her tummy. I push them away, pinning her to my bed as I lower myself over her.
I can feel her trembling beneath me, see the need in her eyes that remove any remaining insecurities.
“This pretty pussy cat wants my big cock?” I tease, kissing her neck, sucking her nipples, my hands and mouth all over her perfect curves.
She writhes beneath me, pleasure written on her face.
“I need you so bad,” she whimpers, her fingers digging into my skin, hips arching towards me. “So bad.”
“That’s right, girl. That’s exactly what you need.” After I sheath myself with a condom, I take hold of my hardness and enter her nice and slow, groaning as I do. Her pussy is so tight and ready and warm that I can’t hold back.
I fill her up like a greedy motherfucker, but as she wraps her legs around me, her mouth pressing against mine, kissing me with abandon, with lust and need and want. And I know she wants it this way too.
A hard fast fuck.
She wants to feel alive, to feel grounded and present and like the queen she is.
“Fuck me,” she whimpers, putting words to the truth I already know.
As I move against her slick pussy, I give her exactly what she begs for.
She comes quickly, her body tightening around my cock, the spasms of her orgasm almost sending me over the edge. But I’ve been dreaming about this for too long, and with the little amount of self-control I have left I keep moving inside of her, slower now, allowing her body to ride the last waves of her pleasure.
She murmurs against my mouth, “So good.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I groan, pulling out, then filling her again, my mouth lowering to one perfect breast. I swirl my tongue over the hard nub, then suck, making her back arch.
Pleasure races down my spine, and my balls are so damn tight I know I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer. But I want her to come one more time.
Sweat beads on my forehead as I continue to thrust inside of her, her pussy clenching mine, her little moans filling the room, and I can tell she’s close.
“It’s too much,” she whimpers. “Feels too good.”
Her eyes are closed, and I need her to see me.
“Look at me, Sam,” I demand, holding myself above her, balancing my weight on my forearms, as my hips move to meet hers, our bodies in perfect unison.
When she opens her eyes and meets my gaze, my chest squeezes. So many damn emotions flood through me. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before. A wanting. A need. Both protective and possessive. And I know I want to make her mine, not just for this one night, but forever.
It’s a scary fucking thought.
But one thing life has taught me is that when you love someone, you don’t waste time, because you never know how much you may have left.
“Austen,” she whimpers my name, her own eyes a mirror of the emotions I’m feeling.
“Come for me again sweetheart,” I say, pressing my forehead against hers, and lacing my fingers with her own as my rhythm picks up.
She cries out again, my name on her lips as pleasure rips through her, and I come so fucking hard, I swear for a brief second, I lose all sense of time and space.
“God, Sam,” I murmur against her ear, collapsing on top of her, hands still locked, my cock still twitching with the last of my release. “That was incredible.”
I kiss her cheek before rolling off, discarding the condom in the waste bin.
She’s starting to roll out of my bed when I turn back around.
“Hey,” I grab her wrist and pull her back down and shift so that she’s laying in my arms. “Don’t leave yet. You promised me a movie, remember?”
She chuckles, but I can hear the insecurities returning, the doubt. “You know that was just an excuse to get you in bed.”
I tilt her chin up so that she’s looking at me, and tease, “So you’re just using me for sex?”
Instead of laughing like I expect, her brows pull down. “That’s all this is, Austen. Just sex.”
Frustration knots inside of me, but I don’t want to ruin what we just had. I’ll let her think what she wants for now, but I know the truth — she’s mine.
“Doesn’t mean you have to race off. Tell me more about yourself.”
She starts to pull away, but I hold her tight. “At least let me put some clothes on.”
/> “No way.” I run a hand up her thigh, over her hip, then smack her ass playfully. “I know the second you’re dressed, you’ll be running for the door.”
“It’s not that. I just...I don’t feel comfortable...”
“Someone really did a number on you, huh?”
“What makes you think that?”
I brush my lips against hers. “Because you’re one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen, but you act like your Quasimodo's sister.”
She rolls her eyes at me, and I can tell she thinks I’m exaggerating, that she doesn’t believe that I see her the way I do. I’m going to have to change that.
“So, who was he?”
“Who?”
“Whatever asshole that made you insecure about your body.”
“Whatever insecurities I have, that’s on me.”
I can tell she’s holding back. “But there’s a guy.”
She sighs. “There’s always a guy.”
“And?” I push, wanting to know more. Wanting to know everything about her. Even though I feel a tinge of jealousy form in my chest thinking about her with someone else.
“His name’s Gavin. We dated for a couple years. I thought...” She swallows hard. “Thought he was the one. He was in med school when we started seeing each other. I was just starting my first year of my Master’s degree. I was...skinnier than I am now, but that first year, the stress...I guess I ate my emotions. Gained fifteen pounds, then another ten the year after.”
“Sam, your body is perfect—”
“Don’t do that.”
“What? Tell you the truth?” I sigh. “So, this Gavin guy, what he told you to lose weight or something?”
“Or something,” she mumbles, and I can tell whatever the asshole did left a deep scar. “Doesn’t matter, it’s in the past. I lost some of the weight, but no matter what I eat or how hard I exercise, I’m just stuck here.”
“With the body of a goddess,” I growl against her ear, pulling her closer, my cock already twitching again. “Must be a hard life.”
That makes her grin. Her palms spread on my chest. “I thought you wanted to watch a movie?”
I cup her breast and flick the nipple, making her whimper. “My plan is to keep you in my bed for the rest of the night. I’ll do whatever that takes.”
It’s a bit of a lie, because I don’t just want her in my bed tonight. I want her here for the rest of our lives.
7
Samantha
“We’re not dating,” I tell Tillie, my cheeks warming with embarrassment that I’m even having this conversation about her brother. I’m sitting on the bed watching her go through my collection of shoes, the only thing we’re the same size in.
“Austen sure thinks you are. And you’ve spent every day—” She coughs and says with a smirk, “And every night with him for the past week.”
“We’re working on the haunted house. We’ve spent how many afternoons at the hospital with Henry making decorations? The haunted house starts tomorrow so we’ve been focused on that.”
“Fair enough,” Tillie says. “Still, you guys are going at it like rabbits.”
I roll my eyes, hating that everyone in the sorority knows about me and Austen—and also hating how thin the walls are in this house.
“Right,” she says, holding up a pair of three-inch black pumps. “These are perfect. Can I borrow them?”
I nod, trying to focus on my dissertation, which has gotten very little attention lately. Even though my advisor says it’s more than ready, the perfectionist in me can’t stop worrying that it isn’t good enough.
But isn’t that my life — constantly worrying that I’m not good enough.
And yet with Austen I feel...like I am.
It’s scary. Because I’m just waiting for the ball to drop. For something to happen, or for him to make a comment. Anything that will make me push him away. Because that’s something else I do.
Tillie stands at the edge of my bed, dangling the shoes in one hand. “Well, I’m just happy you’re finally putting yourself out there. Even if it is with my brother. And just so you know I warned him that if he hurts you, I’ll—”
There’s a knock on the door, and Austen is leaning there against the frame, a smirk on his handsome face. “Always with the threats, Tillie.” He clucks his tongue at his sister, messing her hair as he walks by, then kisses me hard before flopping down on the bed beside me.
Tillie rolls her eyes at him. “Your balls have been warned. That’s all I’m saying.”
“Hey, I’m your blood,” he says, taking my hands and brushing his lips casually across my knuckles, sending a million little sparks racing up my arm as he continues to banter with his sister. “Shouldn’t you be worried about me? It’s my heart that’s in danger of being crushed.”
I know he’s just joking, but I see Tillie’s brows raise, and something pass between them, some sibling communication I’m not part of, before she turns to leave, shutting the door behind her.
“We so need to get our own place where my sister isn’t around all the time,” he says, pinning me down so my back is against the bed and his hard thigh is between mine.
Our own place? I know it’s another one of his nonchalant comments. But it makes me think about the future. It won’t be long before I’m going to have to start looking for a place to live, for a job.
My body hums as Austen’s hands roam across my body, and I don’t flinch as his palm runs over my stomach, then up to my breasts, because I can feel his hardness, what I do to him. And I’m even starting to believe him when he tells me how sexy I am. Because when I’m with him, I feel it.
But this can’t last. No matter how good it feels. No matter how sweet of a guy he actually is. And no matter how bad I crave him. Because in the end. I’m twenty-seven years old, and he’s only twenty-two.
He pushes up on his elbows, studying me. “What’s wrong?”
“I just think...we need to put a pause on this.”
“A pause?” He frowns. “Or do you mean a stop?”
“I don’t know...” I don’t want either. I want to continue with this crazy fling, see where it goes. But I know there’s no future where we both end up together. “We’re just...we’re both at different places in our lives.”
He rolls off me and stands, scrubbing a hand over his face. “This is about the age thing again.”
“Maybe. A little. But it’s more about what we want. You’re only twenty-two and—”
“I graduate in the spring, just like you. Sure, I won’t have a PhD beside my name, but I’ll be done with school. I can get a teaching job anywhere.”
“Anywhere? Your teaching certificate will be for this state only. I could get a job offer across the country, Austen. Then what?”
“You think too much about the future—”
“Because I’m twenty-seven—”
“Bullshit, Sam. That’s just an excuse you use to justify not being with me. You either want me or you don’t. So, which is it?”
I want you, my heart cries out. But maybe it’s best to tell him otherwise. Break things off before my emotions get involved.
Too late for that.
I’m saved from saying anything I don’t mean when my phone starts to ring. I frown when Gavin’s name pops up on the screen. It’s been months since he’s called me, and I thought he finally gave up trying to get me back.
Austen must see the name too because he frowns. “You’re still talking with that asshole?”
“No. But even if I was it’s none of your business.”
The ringing stops. But it starts up again a few seconds later.
“Must be important.” Austen’s voice is clipped. “Don’t let me stop you from answering it.”
I can hear the slight accusation in his tone, what he’s really saying, unless there’s something you don’t want me to hear.
I sigh, then answer, “Hello?”
“Samantha,” Gavin says on the other end. “I’ve be
en thinking about you.”
“What do you want? I already told you—”
“I know I fucked up.”
“You didn’t just fuck up, you fucked someone else. While we were dating.”
I see Austen’s brows go up. I hadn’t told him that part.
“And I said I was sorry.”
“Fine. You’re sorry. But I’ve moved on. I suggest you do the same.”
“I’m not calling about getting back together with you. I’m offering you a job.”
I frown. “A job?”
“You’re graduating soon, and the hospital where I work is looking for a new research scientist.”
“You work in Seattle, Gavin.” He moved there right after we broke up. The distance helped me get over him.
“Yes, Seattle, and I think you’d be perfect. And I’d put in a good word for you—”
“Why?” Suspicion forces the word out.
“Because Sam, even though I fucked up, I still care about you.”
“And what do you want in return?”
Austen’s mouth pulls down and I see his jaw clench and unclench.
“Nothing. Just have dinner with me.”
“You’re in town?”
“Just for a week, visiting family.”
“But dinner? Gavin—”
“Look, it wouldn’t be a date. Just to go over your resume and the job description. I think this could be really good for you.”
“I...” He’s right, the job would be perfect for me. And it would mean a steady income as soon as I graduate at one of the premier hospitals in the country. “I’ll think about it.”
“Don’t think about it too long. They’re starting interviews next week.”
When I hang up, Austin says, “So you’re having dinner with him?”
“It’s not a date, it’s just about a—”
“Job.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, I heard that.”
“I have to think about my future.”
“A future in Seattle with an asshole is better than a future with me?”
“It’s not like that. It’s—”
Austen cuts me off. “It’s exactly like that, Samantha. Look, it’s your life. You get to choose how you want to live it.”
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