Chapter 11
Chapter
Eleven
Austin
My heart thumps in my chest as I follow Liv into her house.
I don’t remember the last time I felt this excited and nervous about a sleepover.
Liv throws her keys onto a sideboard near the door, and I notice a picture of her with a huge grin on her face and a toddler in her arms.
“Is this Grady?”
A huge smile spreads over her face. “Yeah. He’s going to be four this year.” She runs a finger over the frame. “I didn’t think I could have kids. Grady was a surprise.”
“Is he… with his dad tonight?”
“Steven has him for most of the summer. I’m with him the rest of the time. It’s tough, but we try to make it work. For Grady.” She turns to me. “God, I never even asked. Do you have kids?”
“No.”
“Do you… want them?”
Of course this is a conversation we need to have. She’s older. She’s already got one kid, and I’m talking about forever.
“I haven’t spent a lot of time thinking about it, to be honest,” I tell her, following her into the small, cozy living room. I feel immediately at home among the brightly colored artwork, blue and white gingham couch, and mismatched armchairs.
“My whole life has been football,” I continue. “I guess I always saw myself with a family at some point way in the future. But I never really pictured exactly what that would look like.”
Suddenly I’m picturing exactly what it would look like. Me, Liv and Grady sitting on a picnic blanket somewhere in the mountains, eating, drinking and laughing. Me throwing a tiny football to Grady, him catching it for the first time and Liv clapping and cheering from the sidelines.
“I don’t know if I can have another one,” she says. “And not just because I’m older, but also because?—”
I step towards her, running a thumb over those gorgeous freckles, and it feels so good, so right.
“Liv. I know we’re meant to be together, but we don’t need all the answers tonight.
” I slide my hand down, brushing that silky chestnut hair from her neck.
“Right now, all I want is to kiss you. So fucking bad,” I tell her, rubbing my thumb over the bottom of her lip.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. And then I want you naked.”
I place a soft kiss on the delicate skin of her neck.
She shudders at my kiss. “Oh?”
“And then I want to fuck you,” I tell her. “Like, so fucking hard.”
Something shifts in her eyes. It’s like one second I’m looking at sweet, kind, self-conscious Liv, and the next, she’s a wild beast with nothing but burning desire within her.
I know how she feels.
My mouth crushes hers and suddenly we’re a tangle of hot, wet lips, tongues exploring through pants and groans. I shove my hands into her hair as my desperate need for her forces me to pull her even closer.
“Fuck, Liv,” I grunt into her sweet, fucking perfect lips. “Why did I take so fucking long to kiss you?” Our lips collide again.
“Austin,” she gasps.
“Bedroom?” I ask, hands grappling for the bottom edge of her top. I sigh with relief as I finally get it off and throw it onto the couch.
No bra. Jesus.
“Or should we just do it right here?” I suggest, her nipples instantly hardening under my thumbs.
“Here,” she says. “Do me here. I can’t wait.”
“Oh, fuck. Liv!” My hands tangle with her button fly and I get her jeans halfway down her legs when she falls into me, sending us both crashing to the ground. I break her fall with a loud oomph, and we’re both in fits of laughter.
God, it feels so fucking good to laugh.
“Sorry!” she says through fits of giggles.
“I’ve had worse,” I tell her with a smirk.
She grins at me. A huge, joyful grin, and I can’t believe how beautiful this woman is, and that she wants me for me.
“Get on your knees,” I tell her.
That fire flashes in her eyes, and I know she wants it like this. She doesn’t need candlelight dinners at expensive restaurants, or for me to brush my teeth before I kiss her.
Not that I’m opposed to buying Liv dinner or teeth brushing. I just really fucking love that she just wants me. Like this. She’s so fucking hungry for me that she wants me on the living room floor. Fuck!
She gets on her hands and knees, and I roughly shove her jeans down to her knees.
“Pink, Liv. Fuck,” I say, sliding my hands to the band of her bright pink lacy thong. I toy with those tiny little straps for longer than she’d like, but I’m just trying to slow down here so I don’t come in my fucking pants!
She bucks her hips at me, and I know what she wants, and I’m going to fucking give it to her.
I slide the panties down just a few inches and take her in. Ass in the air, soft, pink pussy on display. All for me. No one else. Not Garry fucking Grant. Liv wants me.
“You want me, gorgeous?” I ask, sliding a finger down her slit and coating it with her wetness.
“Isn’t it fucking obvious?”
I spank her ass gently. “Tell me. Tell me you want me. Tell me you only want me.”
She looks back at me, and I can see in her big, heat-filled hazel eyes that she gets what I’m asking. I’m asking for monogamy. I’m asking that she’ll only fuck me.
“Austin,” she moans. “I want you. I only want you. I’ll only want you for the rest of time.”
My heart leaps with smug happiness. I grin back at her and place one hand on her back, while the other traces over her soaking wet slit.
“You want me to pound this pussy?”
“Oh, fuck, yes!”
“You like it hard, don’t you?”
She lets out a cute little growl. “I want it like that with you.”
“You’re so fucking sexy like this,” I tell her, stripping off my shirt and unbuckling my pants. “So fucking wet for me. Only fucking me,” I say, pushing a finger inside her. Fuck, watching my finger move in and out of her is making my cock hard as a fucking boulder.
“Austin, please!” she begs.
“Just a second, gorgeous. I need to find a condom.”
“I’m going on the pill tomorrow,” she groans as I rustle around in my wallet to find one.
I shove it down over my throbbing cock and line up with her perfect, drenched opening.
“Ready, gorgeous?”
“Yes,” she howls. “Fucking get inside me!”
I don’t play nice. I do what she wants. I grip her hips hard, fingers pressing into her flesh, and in one hard thrust, I push all the way into her.
“Oh, Liv!” I grunt.
“Aagggghhhh!” she groans.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I say, pulling out halfway and sliding in just an inch.
“It’s not too much. It’s good! So fucking good! Uuuugggh!”
“You like that? You like it deep? You like taking my full fucking cock?”
She lets out another howl, and she sounds like an animal in heat, and I really, really fucking love it.