20. Austin
CHAPTER 20
Austin
“ S o, how are things going with Mia?”
Miguel laughs, bringing his coffee to his lips and taking a healthy swig. “Good.” He laughs again, nervously this time. The unspoken guy way of saying pretty fucking good while wanting to be respectful. “Damn, I like golf but this early in the morning.” He yawns for the third time in a row, shaking his head to wake up.
“Happy to hear it.” I reach for my own coffee. “Tell me about it, but thanks again for agreeing to meet me on the course. I really hate getting stuck between the two of them alone.” I nod toward Nick and Niles, our richest and also oldest clients who are talking instead of swinging their damn golf clubs.
When the Roloff brothers call you on Thursday night and say to meet at their golf club for a six a.m. tee off the next morning, you show up. And when they want to bitch and moan at each other about God knows what for fifteen minutes at the second hole, you let them.
“Thanks again for giving her my number. I wasn’t sure if it would be awkward.”
“Awkward? Psh, you saw the way I behaved at pickleball.” We both laugh. “Taylor and Mia both made sure I knew how awkward I made it for everyone. Sorry about that by the way.” I lift my cup toward him.
“Not at all man, I get it.” He gives me a knowing laugh. “But, uh, I just didn’t want you to feel like I’d overstepped a boundary with you and Mia, considering...”
“Oh.” I realize what he’s alluding to now. “Not at all. Did she tell you about our first date? How it went?”
“A little, just that it led to a second date but that it wasn’t really a second date?”
“Something like that. She’s great and a beautiful woman, that’s what caught my eye, I won’t lie, but uh…” I chuckle to myself. “She reminded me of Taylor.”
I pick at the sleeve on my coffee cup, remembering the way Taylor stretched against me this morning, her warm body feeling so damn good I wanted to stay like that forever.
“I don’t want you to go.”
The memory of how she ran her nails through my hair, scraping them gently against my scalp as she wrapped her legs around me. The moment felt so pure and genuine, a pout on her lips when she finally opened her sleepy eyes.
“Ah, I can see the similarity.”
“Nothing ever happened between her and me.”
He shakes his head like he doesn’t really need to know, but I know it gives him peace of mind.
“She’s great.” He smiles. “Really funny and I love how outgoing she is.”
I can sense his apprehension so I decide to pry, our two clients clearly so lost in their own conversation we aren’t moving on from this hole anytime soon.
“But?”
“No, but really, just, uh…” He picks mindlessly at his golf shorts. “You ever been married?” he asks, changing the subject.
“Not even close.”
“Not your thing?”
“I wouldn’t say that. I’ve never been against marriage, just wasn’t with the right woman.”
Until now.
“I did it.” He leans back in the golf cart seat. “The whole jump in with both feet when you’re young. We were twenty-two when we met and I fell hard, man. Like after one date I was telling my friends and family she was the one.”
“Did she feel the same?”
“Yeah.” He nods. “Yeah, I really think so. Celine, my ex, she was just as excited with her friends and family, you know, ready to start a family and all that. We decided to wait, though. I finished law school and spent a few years at one firm and then another before we had our daughter.” He smiles when he mentions her. “Best thing to ever happen to me.”
“I’m sorry things didn’t work out between you two. Not that it’s my business but Taylor mentioned you were divorced.”
“Yeah, unfortunately things didn’t work out like I thought they would, but you know, you roll with the punches.”
Finally, the two men stop arguing long enough for Nick to step up to the tee.
Great, here we go for another twenty minutes while he practices his swing fifty-nine times.
“Why are you telling me this, Miguel?” There’s clearly something on his mind, just like Taylor’s on mine.
I check my phone. It’s after seven now so I know she is up, probably having her coffee while she does her makeup. I like that after only two days, I’m already learning her routine, noticing how she gets ready for her morning, for yoga, for bed.
“Oh, I don’t know.” He shrugs. “I guess I’m nervous about getting back out there, entering the dating world in my mid-thirties. Starting over.”
“Are you still in love with her?” I’m not meddling but I also don’t think it’s fair to unnecessarily hurt Mia if he’s not ready for anything besides fun or a hookup.
“I’m not sure,” he says, a touch defeated. “I’m not sure if it’s love or the idea of her. It’s not like we were fighting all the time. I thought we were still in love when it all fell apart. It wasn’t a choice I made to divorce her; she filed and I didn’t fight it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t handle everything right in my marriage, but damn, I sure as shit wasn’t expecting to come home and find my wife in bed with the twenty-two-year-old neighbor.”
“Holy shit.” My head snaps up from glancing at my phone where I notice a text from Taylor. “Twenty-two-year-old neighbor?”
“Yeah.”
We sit in silence for a few moments, my mind trying not to imagine how I would feel coming home and finding Taylor in bed with another man. My stomach clenches and I remember she messaged me. I turn back to my phone, swiping my thumb across the screen to open to her message when I almost send it flying instead.
“Oh, shit, you catch it?” Miguel leans his hand forward in an attempt to help me.
“Yeah, got it.” I shake my head, turning the phone away from him so he can’t see the full-screen fucking picture of Taylor’s tits pressed together, wrapped in the sheerest, barely there red bra that hardly comes above her nipples.
“How are things now? Between you and the ex?” I gauge his reaction, thankfully his face not showing any sign that he saw the picture.
“Okay. I mean, I took my time being pissed, made sure to really be an asshole for a while, but at the end of the day, she wasn’t happy with me. Sure, she didn’t handle it right and I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive her for that, but she’s the mother of my daughter. I know I failed her as a husband in ways I probably still don’t even realize. But I took the high road. I couldn’t let my little girl grow up with a father who would punish her mom forever.”
“You’re a better man than me. I’m not sure that twenty-two-year-old wouldn’t be in the hospital.” I keep my phone down by my leg, typing out a rapid response to Taylor and hitting send.
Austin
JFC you trying to kill me!
“Trust me.” He laughs. “I thought long and hard about it. But believe me, when you’re that in love, the thought of that person being unhappy…” He shakes his head. “It doesn’t make sense, but you want them to be happy, even if it’s not with you. I know, it’s stupid.”
His words hit me like a fucking semi. Even when Taylor was dating Noah, it wasn’t that I wanted her to leave him for me. I just wanted her to be happy. I hated that he couldn’t give that to her. That I could see the happiness slowly draining from her eyes over the years she was with him.
“Yeah, I get that. I can’t imagine being the reason for her looking like that again.”
“Taylor?” I look over at him when I realize I said the last part out loud. “Have you told her you love her yet?”
“No.”
My phone buzzes and I steal a second to read her message.
Taylor
I’ll miss you at the office today.
If you were to read that message and you didn’t know Taylor, you’d think she’s being sweet. But I know her better than that. I can just picture her saying it with that snarky little attitude of hers right after she tells me I can’t touch her at work. She knows it gets me going if she’s just being a brat.
But she also does it when she’s deflecting from expressing her emotions, which I’m pretty sure is the case now.
I laugh after a few seconds of silence.
“What?”
“Nothing. Just that I can’t believe I’m sitting here having this conversation with you.” He gives me a questioning look. “It’s just that the night she first interviewed you, I had come by her place to see her, well, actually to tell her how I felt about her, and I saw you two.”
“You thought…?” I nod. “Oh, shit no, not at all. It was an interview.”
“I realize that now, in my newfound clarity through my own bullshit.”
“I am very serious about keeping things strictly professional and I was extremely motivated to get this job. Trust me, that would never be a boundary I’d cross at work—” He pauses when he realizes what he’s saying. “Shit, not that you two shouldn’t. I just meant that there was nothing between her and me.”
“I know.” I reach over and squeeze his shoulder, when my phone buzzes again. “But I appreciate you clarifying.”
Taylor
It’s Friday you know…
She doesn’t need to elaborate.
I mentioned something similar to her this morning before slipping from the sheets. Our first Friday of having our little four thirty couch date since we’ve—well, whatever it is we’ve been doing. Neither of us even coming close to broaching the subject of putting a title on it.
“Same with Mia,” he adds.
We nod, giving each other that look, just as twin brother billionaires Nick and Niles finally get their shit together enough to move us on to the next hole.
“You gentlemen are going to get us kicked off the course again,” I tease them when they rejoin us.
“Bah,” Nick shoos away my comment. “Too bad I own the damn course.”
“I own this course; you own the one down the street,” Niles snaps back before taking off on his golf cart. “They’re the bastards that threw us out,” he shouts into the wind.
At the rate these guys have us going, and with their history of a three-hour long lunch after the eighteenth hole, I’ll be lucky to get out of here in time to see Taylor back at the office, but I make the promise anyway.
Austin
I’ll be there.
Taylor
I’ll be waiting.
Her text has one last accompanying picture. I make sure the phone is turned before I enlarge it. It’s the matching thong panties to the bra she’s wearing. Only she’s not wearing them; they’re sitting on top of my desk.
The thought of Taylor sitting at her desk all day with no panties on runs through my head on a loop. By the time we finish lunch I’m so tightly wound I should probably jerk off before I see Taylor or I’m very likely to fuck her straight through the floor, chair, couch, whatever the hell I can get her on or bend her over.
Surprisingly, I get out of the golf course with just enough time to shower, change, and make it back to work. I make a quick stop at my office, surprised to actually see her panties still sitting atop my desk. I’d fantasized that she’d left them, but I fully expected it was just for the photo, after which she slipped them back on.
I can’t resist and I bring them to my nose and smell them, the faintest hint of her on them still remaining from her ride into work.
It’s now 4:21, 4:22, 4:23. I count down the minutes until I can’t stand it. I walk to the elevator and hit the button, her panties still in my hand.
When I reach for the handle of her office door, it’s only 4:27.
“You’re early,” she says, leaning against her desk, her fingers curling around the edge. That’s when I notice her blouse, an extra button undone, revealing just enough that I see a flash of her red bra.
She was waiting for me.
The thought excites me further.
“And you’re not wearing these,” I say, holding up my hand, the sheer red scrap dangling from my finger.
“Oops.”
She slowly starts to inch her way back onto her desk, her eyes never leaving mine as she reaches down, bunching the material of her skirt up just enough so that she can spread her thighs, giving me a perfect glimpse at her sweet, wet center.
I take a few seconds to admire her, my mouth watering.
But when my eyes travel back up to her face and I witness her expression, I reach for my belt without hesitation, walking toward her.
“How do you want it?” My belt is through the first part of my buckle when her hands reach for my shirt, and she pulls me toward her hungrily.
“Kiss me.” Her lips are on mine before she finishes the plea. Her hands sliding up my body, into my hair so she can pull me even closer.
My cock throbs, begging for release. I reach down to finish undoing my belt and zipper.
She slows the kiss, her hands reaching down to grab the hem of my polo, pulling it upward. I help her, lifting it over my head and tossing it to the floor. She runs her hand down my chest slowly, to my abs and finally to my cock.
“How?” I moan into her mouth, my strength to continue holding back hanging by a thread. “What do you need?”
“Fuck me,” she whispers back, her tongue licking inside my mouth, “slowly.”
I groan, my body wanting a quick, hard release after today’s torture.
“Unbutton your blouse.” She undoes another one.
I slide my hands up her thighs, beneath her skirt, wrapping my hands around her ass and tugging her closer to the edge of the desk.
“More.”
She obeys, undoing two more. I brush her shirt open and off one shoulder, the bra coming into full view.
“You are stunning,” I confess, leaning forward to drag my tongue between her tits and up her neck, her back arching. “The absolute epitome of beauty.”
She grinds her hips against me, trying to guide me into her. I reach down, helping her, slowly dragging the tip of my cock up and down her slit until she’s tugging my belt, pulling me inside her.
“I’ve thought about this all day, about you.” She’s leaning back slightly, one hand flat on the desk behind her, the other flat against my chest, but my arms are basically what’s holding her up.
“Tell me more.”
“You have no idea.” I slide into her slowly. “I count down the minutes, every single Friday until I’m in your office.” My lips press against her collarbone. “I have dreamed of holding you like this.”
The confessions continue to pour out of me.
“You are everything,” I whisper as I slide farther in, “I could ever want.”
Her eyes won’t leave mine. I expected her to look away, to close her eyes the more I confessed, the more I bare my soul to her, but she remains focused on me. Like she’s hanging on every word I’m saying.
I pick her up from the desk, turning us around and sitting on the couch so that she’s straddling me. Her eyes light up, her hands sliding up my neck, into my hair as mine drift down to her hips.
“I’ve had this fantasy too.” I smile when I see the excitement register on her face. “At least a few hundred times.”
“Me too.” Her hands reach around to grab mine, pulling them from her body so she can pin them to the couch.
“Oh?” She flashes a mischievous grin.
“This is my fantasy,” she says.
So, I sit back, letting her take control of me.
It’s not long before she’s released my hands, her nails now digging into my side as she rides me. She falls slightly forward, her pace increasing. Her other hand is tugging my hair to the point of pain, but her climax is building.
“Oh yes,” she pants against my lips. I slip my hand between us, toying with her clit. “You make me feel…” Her sentences trail off, one after the other.
“You’re so…”
“I’ve wanted this for…”
I’m so close it’s a miracle I’ve held off, but I don’t have to much longer. I feel her walls clench, her pussy quivering against my cock.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” I pull her face away from my neck, her lips parted, one bra strap hanging down her shoulder. I swipe my thumb over her pert nipple, eliciting a moan from her. “Tell me,” I say, not sure what I’m asking her to express but wanting to hear it. To hear that she’s falling for me too.
“Ohhhh, I’m comiiiiiiing.” Her cries are loud, loud enough that if anyone else is outside her office or within twenty feet of her office, they’re going to hear her. But she either doesn’t remember where she’s at or doesn’t care because she doesn’t hold back.
She continues riding, grinding against my thumb as she twitches and convulses against me.
“Yes, baby.” The orgasm is intense. “Oh, Austin, yes.”
It’s kryptonite for me. Hearing her moan my name while I shoot my load inside her.
Motherfucking kryptonite.
We’re panting, our eyes locked, both of us still speechless from coming. She leans in close, her lips brushing over mine once, twice before she slips her tongue inside.
“Ohhh,” I moan when her pussy clenches against me again. But she doesn’t continue. She pulls back, cups my face, and says without absolute clarity, “I think I’m in love with you.”