28. Austin
28
AUSTIN
O ur dinner is amazing, and we enjoy every moment.
Kay doesn’t mention the other couple again, and we’re able to just sit, eat, talk, laugh, touch, and enjoy one another.
I can’t wait to get her back to the hotel where I plan on spoiling her with a bubble bath, candles, and a massage.
After I pay for our meal, I place my hand on the small of her back, leading her toward the exit.
One of the staff members opens the door for us, and we step out onto the crowded sidewalk, where several people from the restaurant are waiting to catch a cab.
One of those couples is her fiancé and the friend who fucked her over.
We’re face-to-face, not able to pretend that we don’t notice one another.
Everyone is a little nervous, but it’s either be rude and turn our backs or play nice and have polite chit-chat.
Kay makes the choice for all of us when she forces a smile and nods them a hello.
“Scott, Michelle, how are you two doing?”
His brows arch while the woman’s relieved smile breaks through. “Kaylee, it’s so good to see you,” she says, leaning in and hugging her.
My back straightens because
I want to push this bitch away from her, but I hold myself back.
Anger eats at me from having to look at these two knowing the pain they caused her.
The man nods and forces a smile, his beady eyes raking over her body right in front of me. “Lee-Lee, how you been?”
Lee-Lee? I want to gag.
She nods. “Good, everything is great.” She tugs me closer. “This is Michelle and Scott,” she says, looking up at me. “Guys, this is Austin, the man I’ve been seeing.”
Even I pick up on the dreamy look in her eyes and the softness of her voice.
“It’s nice to meet you both,” I say, holding out my hand to shake theirs.
The woman reaches for me first, her green eyes glossing over as she smiles at me.
Her hand lingers a little too long on mine, and I want to knock it off, but I just pull away rather harshly, reaching for his hand instead.
He sizes me up before squeezing my hand as hard as he can.
I give it right back, refusing to flinch. His eyes twitch though he tries to hide it.
When I see that, my smile widens, and I release his hand.
“What are you two doing in the city? Just enjoying a trip, or are you moving here, Kaylee?” the woman asks.
I move my hand up to her shoulder, innocently touching her neck and hair. They both see it, but act like they’re trying not to notice.
“Oh, we’re just here for the weekend. What about you two?” Kay glances at me with a smile, loving my little touches and tickles.
She wraps her arm around my lower back, bending it at the elbow so her forearm aligns with my spine. She angles her body toward me, her left hand resting on my chest.
“We have an apartment here,” the woman replies.
“Oh,” Kay starts, but I dip my head in, putting my mouth at her ear.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight that they both feel it,” I whisper, making her face warm and turn a light shade of pink.
The couple notices the change in her.
The man shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he tucks his hands into his pockets.
He was with her for years, so I’m sure he’s still in tune with her whether he likes it or not.
I’m sure he knows that I just made her wet from one sentence. I bet even the primal side of him can still smell her arousal.
The woman, on the other hand, looks jealous as fuck.
Both of their reactions make me happy.
“We were just about to go to a little jazz club down the street for drinks. You two want to join? I’d love to catch up, Kaylee.”
“I don’t know,” Kay mutters. “We sort of have plans to get on with.”
My hand roams from her waist to her hip. I squeeze before moving it around to her ass.
They can’t see how I’m touching her, but they know, and the protectiveness that flares in his eyes mixed with the jealousy in hers is strong enough that I don’t need alcohol to feel intoxicated.
“Come on? Please? We haven’t seen each other in months, and we left things in a bad way. I think it’s time we put it all behind us. Don’t you?”
She looks up at me before moving her eyes to them. “Okay, sure. One drink.”
The woman smiles and claps. “Perfect. we’ll get a cab.” She grabs her man’s hand and tugs him toward the road.
I spin Kay so my back is to the couple. “What the hell? You can’t drink,” I remind her.
“I know. I’ll just fake it.”
“What’s the end game here? Why are we doing this?”
She smiles. “Because I want to see how miserable they’re making one another, and I want to rub it in their face that I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. And then I want to end the night by telling them thank you because that’s the biggest ‘fuck you’ I can give them.”
I chuckle. “Damn,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Have I told you how much I love your vindictive side?”
She grins and shrugs. “A time or two. Come on. They got a cab.”
She pulls me toward the cab, a minivan so there’s enough room for all of us.
Kay and I get the back seat and once the ride starts, we’re surrounded by darkness.
I place my hand on her knee, slowly sliding it up her thigh. Her blue eyes grow darker as she teasingly spreads her legs for me.
I press my fingers against her panty-clad pussy, moving them in a circular motion.
She blushes and bites her bottom lip.
Her ex tries to casually glance at us over his shoulder, but I catch it, knowing that he’s getting a whiff of her arousal.
Since Kay has become pregnant, her hormones are in overdrive, and I barely have to touch her to make her wet.
She takes a gasping breath.
I grin and he frowns as he looks over his shoulder, clearing his throat.
You can make that sound all you want to, bud. She’s mine, and I’ll touch her any time I want.
We arrive at the club and climb out.
I make a show of sucking something off the tip of my finger as I step past the other couple, keeping one hand on the small of Kay’s back.
She didn’t see the exchange, but I know they saw the action and assumed that I’m sucking her come from my finger.
I grin, knowing that I’m getting to them with very little effort.
He’s suddenly been reminded of everything he gave up, and she’s jealous that her “friend” is getting fucked better than she ever will again.
In the club, the women go to sit at the table while Scott and I stop at the bar to get drinks.
The place is busy, so we have a wait before we’re served. I guess he feels this is the time to make conversation.
“So, how did you meet Kaylee?” He glances at me.
“I run a contracting company. We just finished up the remodel on her house a few weeks back.”
He frowns. “Her house?”
I nod. “Yeah, the Victorian on Maple Street.”
He nods. “Oh, her grandma’s house?”
“That’s the one. It was left to her as a wedding present, and luckily for me, the guy dipped out at the last minute.” I shrug. “I don’t know much about it. I’m just glad he did.”
He nods. “Right.” He looks toward the women before bringing his eyes back to mine. “So, you two have only been together for a short time?”
“A couple of months. What about you? Have you and… Michelle, was it? You been together long?”
“Off and on since college, I guess.”
I smirk. “Yeah, I figured.”
His jaw tightens. “Why’s that?”
I shrug. “You know how it is, man. Once a couple has been together for a while, they just don’t have it anymore. The passion is gone. The spark dies out. I took one look at you two and could tell you haven’t fucked in a while.” I chuckle.
I see his anger rise. It narrows his eyes and makes his jaw protrude as he clenches his teeth. “You know that Kaylee and I used to date, right?”
I laugh. “No shit? You two?” I motion between them. I obviously know who he is, but he doesn’t have to know that, and I find myself enjoying how easy it is to piss him off.
He nods. “Yeah, we met in college. We were together for years.”
I snort and roll my eyes.
“What’s that about?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Nothing, man,” I turn to look for the bartender.
“No, no. Come on. We can talk about this, right? We’re just a couple of guys with gorgeous women on our arms. They can’t overhear.”
I look back at him, my eyes moving down and back up. “It’s just that… I have a hard time believing that you’re her type.”
He tilts his chin toward his chest like he isn’t sure he heard me right.
“You’re… no offense, but you just strike me as the type who sits at work all day, drinking caramel macchiatos while his assistant is under his desk, choking on his cock. You know, the type that doesn’t come home until his girl has gone to bed, leaving her unfulfilled. Kay’s not the kind who will go to bed without me.” I smirk. “I mean, we fuck so much that my dick is spent. There’s no way I could ever get it up for anyone else. She won’t take no for an answer.” I grin and lean in. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Yeah,” he quickly says, leaning in.
“Once, we fucked like four times in one day. I mean, I woke up and bent her ass over the island in the kitchen. We had coffee and breakfast on the back porch, which only led to me fucking her against the side of the house. Then we went in for a shower, and she was bouncing on my cock in there. Finally, we went our separate ways to work, right? Well, I came home to her cooking dinner, damn-near naked, so of course, we went at it again. By the time we went to bed, I was so exhausted that I could hardly keep my eyes open. But Kay doesn’t like being told no. I woke up with my hands tied to the headboard while she was burying my dick in her throat. After that, there was no way I was going back to sleep.” I chuckle, watching his eyes fill with anger and jealousy.
His brows lift. “Kaylee?”
I nod. “Yeah, man. She can’t get enough. I don’t know the asshole who left her on their wedding day, but he clearly didn’t know how to fuck her the way she needs.”