Another Mazzy Monday

by Savannah Young

  “If you’ll give me just a few seconds…” He grabs a lighter from the fireplace ledge and quickly lights all of the candles around the cabin. When I glance over at the bed I notice that he’s placed rose petals all over the comforter.

  “I never pegged you as the romantic type,” I comment.

  “I’m not usually,” he admits. “But I promised you that if you allowed me to be your first I’d make sure it was special.”

  “This is amazing.” I take in a deep breathe. “And the place even smells like fresh flowers.”

  Even though it is a bit on the rustic side with all of the candles lit, the cabin looks quite charming.

  “Two more things,” Austin says. I watch as he throws some kindling and old newspaper into the fireplace. He seems to know what he’s doing because it doesn’t take long for him to have a roaring fire going.

  “You’re pretty good at that.”

  He laughs. “If you saw some of the places where I stayed while I traveled Europe you’d know why. When you barter for room and board you usually end up in places that make this cabin look like a mansion.”

  “You really don’t take coming for a wealthy family for granted do you?”

  He removes a bottle of wine from the small dorm size fridge they have in what serves as a kitchen area, but is really just a sink, microwave and tiny fridge.

  I notice he grabs two plastic mugs from the cabinet above the sink, even though there are several glasses in there as well.

  He opens the wine bottle and pours two mugs full. “Let’s sit by the fire.”

  Once we’re seated on the lumpy old couch next to the fireplace he hands me one of the mugs of wine. “Let’s toast.”

  “To what?” I ask.

  “To firsts.”

  We clink the mugs together and each take a sip of the wine. It’s fruity but has a bit of a punch to it. I didn’t get a chance to see the label before he put it back into the fridge.

  “It’s good.”

  “Nabbed another bottle from the wine cellar at the lake house.”

  I enjoy the beauty of the fire for a few seconds. I can’t even remember the last time I was in front of one. Maybe when I was a kid and my sister and I went to Girl Scout camp.

  “I haven’t touched my trust fund,” he says and it takes my attention away from the fire. When I look at him, he continues. “You mentioned me not taking wealth for granted. I’ve never touched any of the money my family gave me. And I probably won’t unless it’s for something really important. I haven’t needed to yet.”

  “So you worked your way through Europe and didn’t rely on your inheritance at all.”

  He nods.

  “I’m not sure I’d be able to do that,” I admit. “Not that I’ll ever have any inheritance to even worry about. My dad has always been in debt. I don’t think he’ll even have the mortgage on his house paid off by the time he hits retirement age.”

  “I’ve just seen too many of the guys that I went to high school and college with turn into real assholes because they’ve always had money to hide behind. And not even money they earned themselves, their parents’ money. I didn’t want to ever be a guy who can’t stand on his own without depending on his big, fat wallet.”

  “Growing up in Old Town we really never ran into anyone like that. Some of the kids, like the Wilde brothers, came from families that were well off, but I wouldn’t call them wealthy. And their parents always made them work for everything they had. They all worked at Haymakers since they were able to work. Our dad put me and Suzie to work too. He’s the one who drove us to the pizza place the day after we turned sixteen so we could apply for our first jobs.”

  “When you work hard for things I think you appreciate them more.” Austin takes a sip of wine then continues. “That’s a lesson my brother never seemed to learn. Not that he hasn’t worked hard to achieve some of his goals, but he also takes advantage of any assistance he’s been given. I also think he takes a lot for granted.”

  “Let’s not talk about Drew,” I suggest. We both glance at the sparkling engagement ring on my finger.

  I don’t protest when Austin removes it from my finger and slips it into his shirt pocket. Then he takes my hands in his and softly massages my fingers. Every nerve ending in my body seems to respond simultaneously to his touch.

  We both glance over at the bed at precisely the same moment and I’m sure we’re both thinking the same thing. How long until we can get in it?

  Austin leans in for a kiss. His lips are soft and gentle at first, but it’s not long before he deepens the kiss and I become nearly dizzy with desire.

  Making out with Tommy in the back of his dad’s car was always nice, but it was definitely nothing like this. Austin’s passionate kisses seem to be vibrating through my entire body and lifting me to another plane of existence. Maybe this is what people mean when they say they’re walking on cloud nine.

  Soon our hands begin to explore each other’s bodies. First over our clothes and then underneath them. As I work my hands underneath his cotton shirt, I discover Austin’s chest is solid muscle, no doubt a result of good genetics and hard work.

  I pull and tug on the shirt in an effort to get it completely off of him. I want to see his body and touch every inch of his hard chest without the fabric in my way.

  He must feel the same way because he’s tugging and pulling on my top equally as hard.

  We both laugh.

  “We should get naked,” he suggests.

  “I agree.”

  He grabs my hands and pulls me up from the couch and undresses me with his eyes before he literally strips me. First he assists with my top. After regarding me in my sexy lace bra for a few seconds he quickly removes it and sends it flying to another part of the room.

  He goes after my breasts like a hungry animal, nipping and sucking my nipples until they become hard points.

  “You’re shirt needs to come off too,” I mutter breathlessly.

  He doesn’t hesitate to fulfill my request. He pulls off his shirt and tosses it to the ground.

  Words cannot describe how sexy Austin is. He’s not model perfect like his brother, but his rough edges make him even hotter.

  “You like what you see?” he asks.

  I reflexively lick my bottom lip in response.

  “There are a few other places I’d like to feel that tongue of yours,” he suggests. “But first we need to do something about the rest of our clothing.”

  He pulls me close and kisses me again. Savage, ravenous kisses that send me spinning into another universe.

  As his fingers slide down my heated thighs they take my pants with them. And when they fall the rest of the way to the ground I kick them away.

  His worshipping gaze takes in my entire body. Then he groans, “There’s just one more thing that needs to go.”

  He slips his thumbs into the waistband of my lace panties and slowly pushes them downward. “Much better,” he sighs as they slide to the floor.

  “And what about those?” I point to his jeans.

  Before I even have a chance to process what’s happening he’s got his jeans and underwear off. They’ve joined the heap of other clothes on the floor.

  I take in his entire body the way he’s devouring mine. He’s well-built, muscular and everything about him screams hunk.

  And he’s rock hard. Obviously extremely aroused.

  I let out a squeal when he lifts me up and carries me to the bed. He carefully lays me down on the comforter and then lies next to me.

  “You’re a feast for the eyes,” he says as he scans my naked form.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” I reply, and then bite my bottom lip hungrily.

  He devours my mouth as his hands claim every inch of my flesh. Even though we’re not under the covers it’s not long before his touch makes me hotter than the fireplace ever could.

  “I need to be inside of you,” he whispers into my ear. “Or I’m going to explode.”

&n
bsp; I tense. Even though my body is screaming yes; my head is a little more reluctant.

  He cups my face in his hands, immediately sensing my hesitancy. “What is it?” There’s so much concern in his voice it pierces my heart.

  “I’m a little scared,” I admit.

  “Look at me,” he requests.

  When I meet his gaze his expression is serious. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Just tell me what you want. If you just want to kiss, or cuddle, I’m okay with that. It’s okay, Mazzy.”

  I swallow. “I want more. I want to be with you. I guess I’m not sure exactly what I’m supposed to do. I’ve never gotten this far before.”

  “Are you sure?” he asks. “I don’t want to push you.”

  I nod. “I’m sure. I’m just nervous.”

  He gives me a small grin. “I wish I could say I remember being nervous my first time, but I was fourteen. That was quite a few years ago.”

  My eyes grow wide with his admission. “Fourteen? Really?”

  He nods. “And she was sixteen. I guess I’ve always looked a little bit older than my age. I never bothered to tell her how old I was. I’m not sure she ever knew she was with someone younger. Or that it was my first time.”

  “You never told her?”

  “Hell, no. Guys don’t want to admit stuff like that.”

  Then he kisses my forehead and says, “Just relax and we’ll take things slow, okay?”

  I nod.

  He gives me light kisses on either cheek and then places a soft kiss on my mouth. He moves to my chin then works his way down my neck with butterfly kisses, stopping briefly at my shoulder and collar bone. As he continues kissing his way down my body he arouses me like never before.

  After he places super light kisses on my big toes, he works his way back up between my thighs. I can feel myself start to get wet.

  When he parts my thighs he glances up at me as if he wants my permission to venture further.

  I nod.

  Just that small gesture seems to get him excited because he’s like an animal again as he licks between my legs and laps up every bit of moisture with his skilled tongue.

  Before I’m even aware of my own voice. I’m moaning in delight. As I sigh his name it acts as reinforcement for the skilled performance his tongue is making between my legs.

  Just as I find myself on the edge of release he stops as if he’s teasing me.

  “Not yet,” he says mischievously.

  I beg him not to stop, but when I look down and see how much his erection has swelled I know there’s much more in store for me.

  “Tell me what you want,” he instructs.

  When I say, “I want you,” my voice doesn’t even seem to be my own. It sounds so high and hollow, as if part of me is still lost in the ether of pure desire.

  He reaches for something on the small table next to the bed and I realize he’s grabbed a condom. I’m not sure why I didn’t think of it. I’m not on the pill and I certainly don’t want to get pregnant.

  It only takes a few seconds for him to remove the condom from the package and slide it on. As he makes his way back towards me his eyes are locked with mine. “Are you sure about this?” he asks again.

  I nod. “I’m sure. I want you. I want this.”

  He doesn’t hesitate any longer. He moves between my legs and slowly pushes himself inside me.

  As I inhale a sharp breath he whispers in my ear. “It’s okay, Mazzy. Just relax.”

  He kisses me as he pushes deep inside me. I let out a low moan and I’m not sure if it’s because it hurts a little bit, or because I like how it feels. I think it’s probably a combination of both. The only thing I don’t want him to do is stop.

  “Keeping going,” I tell him.

  And he does. Slowly at first until my muscles finally relax enough to accommodate his size. Then his thrusts become a bit harder and deeper and I want even more.

  “Harder,” I urge.

  “Are you sure?” he asks gently.

  “I’m sure.”

  His drives into me are anything but gentle after that. They’re in sharp contrast to his soft tone and gentle touch. I know he’s doing what I want, what I asked for, and I’m enjoying every deep plunge inside of me.

  “More,” I tell him, as I feel myself getting close to exploding.

  “Oh. Come with me,” he implores, obviously on the edge of eruption himself.

  And we do. Loud and sweaty we both climax, clutching each other as we sail into other orbits far from our cabin in the woods.

  We’re both still wrapped in each other’s arms when we land on Earth again.

  He swipes at a droplet of sweat as it drips down my forehead. “You’re glowing.”

  I laugh. “You can call it sweat. You’re a little sweaty too you know.”

  “Horses sweat, men perspire and women glow,” he states as if it’s fact.

  “That’s ridiculous.”

  He kisses my nose. “What’s ridiculous is how awesome you are in the sack and you say it’s your first time.”

  “This was my first time,” I argue. “And you’re just trying to be nice. I’m sure it wasn’t that good.”

  “Mazzy, if you’re this good without any practice I’m in serious trouble. I’ll be spending the rest of my life just living to fuck you.”

  I furrow my brow at him in mock disbelief. “Seriously?”

  He puts his hand to his heart. “I’m dead serious. That hot little body of yours was obviously made for mine.”

  I swallow. The implications of his confession are not lost on me. I’m supposed to be engaged to his brother and Austin seems to be falling for me hard and fast.

  Not that I’m not falling for him just as hard and fast. But how are we ever going to have any kind of relationship if we have to hide in a cabin in the woods just to have sex?

  “How is this ever going to work?” I ask him.

  He takes in a deep breath then lets it out slowly. “I’m not sure,” he admits. “But I know I want you. And it’s even possible that I have to have you. I’m sure that I could easily become addicted to you. Maybe I already am. Once I got a taste of Mazzy I was hooked.”

  That makes me smile, but underneath there’s a bit of sadness too. “I’m just not sure how we can make this work. Maybe it was dumb of us to even let it get this far.”

  “It probably was,” he agrees. “But sometimes once you start down a certain path it’s hard to stop the train or even make it go down another path.”

  “Just hold me,” I say. “Let’s not think about it for a while. Let’s just enjoy this time we have together and not worry about it right now.”

  He gives me a quick kiss on the forehead. “I like the way you think. But there’s something I have to do very quickly. I’ll be right back.”

  He hops from the bed and removes the condom then cleans himself off with a few tissues. Once that’s taken care of he joins me back in bed.

  “See. I told you I’d be right back.”

  I lay my head down on his warm chest and nestle into him. His masculine scent is comforting and when he puts his arm around me and pulls me to him even tighter I forget about Drew and the lake house and the engagement and everything else in the world that might come between us. I fall asleep wrapped in Austin’s strong arms.

  Eight

  Austin

  “Stay with me tonight. Here in the cabin.”

  Mazzy wipes the sleep from her eyes. We both fell into catnaps after our voracious sex and I’ve been watching her sleep for a few minutes before she finally opened her eyes.

  Tilting her head she seems to really give it some thought before she replies.

  “We’ve got a bottle of wine to finish and a beautiful fire,” I add in an effort to persuade her.

  Then she narrows her eyes at me and whacks me on the arm. “You just want to have sex again.”

  I throw up my arms. “You caught me. But I’d want you to stay here with me even if we w
ere just sleeping.”

  She props herself up on her elbow and runs her fingers down my chest as she speaks. I realize it’s probably just a mindless gesture, but my dick comes alive again in response.

  “I don’t want to arouse too much suspicion. The baby shower ended three hours ago. George will probably be wondering what happened to me.”

  “I don’t think so,” I confess.

  “Why?”

  “It’s possible that I told him I’d pick you up and that I’d entertain you for a while so he could take the evening off.”

  She furrows her brow. “Entertain me?”

  “You are being entertained, aren’t you?”

  She laughs. I’m really starting to love her laugh. It’s the most carefree and uninhibited laugh I’ve ever heard. Occasionally she even lets out a small snort and there is something so free about it. I try to imagine someone like my mother snorting and it’s beyond imagination. Come to think of it, I can’t even remember the last time she actually laughed.

  “You seem to keep thinking up new ways to keep me entertained,” she replies. “And I certainly appreciate that. But I think we’d better get back.”

  I shake my head. “Too bad. Because I had a juggling act lined up a little later. And some clowns. And a guy on a trapeze.”

  That makes her laugh even harder. “I’m sorry I’m going to miss all of that entertainment.”

  I whisper in her ear, a little more serious this time. “I’m sure I can figure out some way to keep you entertained at the lake house too.”

  She takes in a breath as I place soft kisses on her neck.

  “We should probably try to be a bit more discrete at the lake house,” she reminds me.

  I don’t want reality to invade what we have together, but I know it’s inevitable. She’s engaged to my brother, fake engagement though it may be. We’re still supposed to act as if it’s real. I’m ready to call bullshit on the whole thing, but I realize that would be extremely detrimental to my brother. It would probably be the last straw for my parents toward finally disowning me. Even if I don’t always agree with them. Even if I think they can be shitty people at times. And even if they don’t understand me. They’re still my family and I do care about them.