Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
AVA
He got up from the couch and grabbed my hand, yanking me up. I leaped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist.
One strong arm supported my back, while the other cupped my ass. “Gorgeous bun.” He smiled and kneaded my cheeks. “So perfect.”
Austin carried me down a hallway with beautiful hardwood floors.
The wall sconces lit up as we passed. He slowed his steps as he dropped kisses along the column of my neck.
A moan escaped me, needing to be kissed and touched by this man.
Heat rose in my core, spreading all over me.
I inhaled his musky cologne, an irresistible scent I’d recognize anywhere.
Every part of my body became alive from his scent.
His mouth met mine again, and desire shot through the roof.
I knew we made it to his bed when my back hit soft sheets. He hovered over me, looking down at me with lust in his eyes.
“I’ve been dreaming about this.” He brushed his fingers down my cheek. “You in my home. My bed.”
“I had an erotic dream about you,” I confessed.
“Really?” A devilish smirk slid onto his face. “Tell me more.”
“Strip and I’ll share.”
Immediately, his shirt and jeans flew onto the floor, making me laugh. I sat up watching him step out of his boxers.
Oh my.
The sight of his glorious cock made my throat dry.
My eyes raked his entire body. Deliciously fit and firm.
I scooted closer to the edge of the bed and ran a hand over his strong shoulders.
I took my time moving down his arm, to the outstanding abdomen that could be used as my cutting board, and his powerful thighs and legs.
“Like what you see?” Austin asked in a husky voice.
“Very much.” I slid my hand down to his cock, gripped it, and squeezed. “It’s been a while. Miss me?”
It twitched and swelled in my hand. The inner muscles of my thighs flexed, remembering what his cock could do to me.
Austin nudged me back onto the bed. “My turn.” He removed my sweater, bra, pants, and panties. Growling, he claimed a breast with his eager mouth.
Pleasure exploded in me as my hands flew to his head, holding it in place. It had been so long since I was loved like this.
I arched my back. “More.”
He grinned and feasted on the other breast. My legs wrapped around him, loving the feel of his hot cock against my skin.
I roamed my hands over his back and squeezed his firm ass. “My beautiful buns.”
He lifted his head, and amusement flickered in those blue eyes. “My buns are yours as your buns are mine.”
I laughed, loving the playfulness. A wolfish grin flashed on his lips as he spread my thighs. With an open mouth, he skimmed along my inner thigh, igniting a trail of fire. My thighs trembled from the increasing energy blooming in my core.
When his mouth pressed into me, I cried. “Oh my God!”
The onslaught of sensations pushed my thighs in, but he held them in place. “I’ve been hungry for you.”
His skillful tongue was like a magical whisk that churned me through and through. My entire body softened as need pushed and pulled, thrashing me from side to side. I shivered when liquid heat leaked out of me.
“That’s it, love.” He crooned as he licked me again and again. “You taste so good.”
Pressure increased between my thighs. When he shoved two fingers into me and sucked my bud, I climaxed.
“Austin!” Bliss burst through me, sending a surge of energy shooting to the top of my head.
“God, I love seeing you come undone.” He rose and positioned himself between my legs.
I was still gasping for breath when he slid into me.
“So tight,” he moaned and met my eyes. “You okay?”
“Never been better.”
With that statement, he pummeled into me, hard and fast. Our moans and blissful cries filled his bedroom. He kept going until his body tensed. I watched his face as the orgasm erupted within him. Heat filled me as his body shook from the massive quake.
“So good,” he said and thrust into me once more.
Then he dropped onto my body, bracing a hand on the side so he wouldn’t crush me. With his cock still inside me, he dropped a kiss onto my forehead. “Sorry, I forgot the condom. I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
“Really?”
He nodded, and his cock twitched inside me. “Only you can turn me on.”
I smiled as he rolled off me and ran to the bathroom.
I glanced around his spacious bedroom. It had a nightstand and a large bureau on the other side of the wall.
A tall lamp stood in the corner. Brown curtains covered the window.
The ambiance of the bedroom could improve with a chair, another lamp, some artwork, maybe a candle, and plants.
He returned with a towel to clean me. He’d always done this, and I loved watching him care for me.
“What are you thinking?” He dropped the towel to the floor and slid back into bed with me.
I curled up against him. “Admiring and decorating your bedroom in my head.”
“I was hoping you would.” He pulled me closer. “I haven’t done much to it.”
His phone rang, and he reached for his jeans, pulling out his phone.
“Hey, Jeremy. What’s up?” Austin listened, nodded, and said, “I’m putting you on speaker so Ava can hear too.”
“Hi Ava,” said Officer Jensen. After I returned his greeting, he said, “I’ve got an update for you.”
“Did you catch his accomplices?”
“Will soon. Juan is going to help us.” Officer Jensen sighed.
“He doesn’t have a record. I spoke to his boss at a cleaning company.
He’s hardworking and doesn’t create conflicts.
Apparently, Juan’s twelve-year-old daughter has a brain tumor, and insurance isn’t paying a lot.
These men promised to give him a portion of the sales of the stolen goods.
So far, he has received none. He felt bad about stealing but didn’t know how else to help his daughter. ”
A brain tumor.
“What’s going to happen to him?” I asked.
“If we catch the other suspects and recover all the stolen items, it’ll help his case.”
I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing, but my heart told me to help Juan.
“He didn’t steal out of greed or malice. He stole out of a need for his daughter. I don’t want him to go to jail for that.” I tried to imagine the fear and worry that probably gripped him. “Maybe he can do community service or something? His family needs him around.”
To me, it wasn’t justice to send Juan to prison because he wanted to save his family.
Austin rubbed a hand on my back. “Is that something you can do, Jeremy?”
“I’ll try my best. I’ll speak to the prosecutor to see what he can do. We want the shark. Juan was a small, desperate fish that swam and trusted the wrong people.”
“What if I don’t want to press charges for my bracelet?” I asked, meeting Austin’s curious eyes.
“That would help him too.”
While Austin chatted with Officer Jensen about holiday plans, I thought about all the families who were worried about a loved one.
I was grateful my mom’s chemotherapy went well.
But I remembered the anxiety that kept me up at night.
I didn’t know Juan, but I believed we all deserve a second chance.
I looked at Austin, who was still on the phone.
We got our second chance. I reached for my clothes, got dressed, walked over to the window, and pushed the curtains aside to see a sheet of ice on the back patio.
Ugh. It was going to be a pain removing the ice from my car.
I had to head home, shower, and sleep to prepare for tomorrow.
“Where are you going?” Austin wrapped his hands around my waist, nuzzling my neck.
“Home.”
“It’s too dangerous. Didn’t you hear Jeremy say only essential people are allowed in the street for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours? The ice storm is worse than they expected.”
“What?” Anxiety bubbled in my stomach. “Let me see my car.”