Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
VIX - PRESENT
“Can you wait out here for a sec?” Austin stops me in the hallway.
“Oh?” I smirk.
“Just one minute, I promise,” he tells me and then rushes into his room. I hear a thump and some rummaging from the other side of the door. He comes back a moment later and reaches for my hand and guides me into the room.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he says, and I walk through the door, and my heart swells.
The room is lit with a dozen or so candles, setting the mood for a cozy, romantic entrance.
On top of Austin’s comforter sits two pieces of paper, two pens and two cupcakes.
In my inebriated state, my emotions are overflowing, and I can’t help but audibly let out a sob.
“I swear I don’t usually cry this much,” I tell him, choking back the tears that are threatening to escape my eyes.
“I just thought… we could pick up where we left off...” he says, leading me over to the bed, and handing me a tissue to wipe my eyes. I get comfortable, crossing my legs and grabbing one of the sheets of paper.
“You know, after you left, I swore I would never do this again,” I tell him, looking down at the paper before me.
“But I’m so happy you did this. This is the first birthday in such a long time that finally feels like I’ve had a good day,” I tell him, my voice soft.
He leans in, taking my lips in his. He kisses me slowly, like the world has stopped and I’m the only thing that matters.
An apology I am more than willing to accept.
“I will do everything in my power to make up for those lost years, Vix. I’ll show you every day how much the thought of seeing you again completely consumed me.” I kiss him again, gently. A kiss to let him know, with my whole heart, I believe him. He leans back, getting comfortable on the bed.
“Ready to put pen to paper?” he asks, and I nod my head, picking up a pen. I watch him scribble on his paper intently and immediately start to ask him the question I know will get a rise out of him,
“What are you wi—” He holds up his hand, cutting me off.
“No! Don’t even try me. I’m not telling you what I wished for.
It won’t come true if I tell you.” I break out into a fit of giggles.
Some things never change, do they? I write out my wish, and we fold our papers into little origami butterflies, like we did when we were kids.
Flawless as they’ve always been. I used to wish for Aussy.
I wished he would see me, that he would love me, that he would open his eyes and notice me as more than his best friend, Mavix. But now? My only wish is to keep him.
“Where are we supposed to put them? We don’t hav—” I stop talking as he leans over the other side of his bed and lifts a box off the floor. Not just any box. Our box. Once again tonight, I am at a loss for words.
“How?” I ask him, completely dumbfounded.
“A few days before you left Draveport to come to HHU, I flew there to get our box. You didn’t think I would plan to do this without the rest of our wishes, did you?” he asks, as if my questioning him is entirely ridiculous.
“You flew all the way to Draveport to get our box of butterflies?” I’m bewildered by the level of commitment this man has to making me happy.
He cups my cheek. “I would fly across the world a thousand times over if it meant seeing you smile, Vixen.” I lean into his warm touch, the happiest I’ve felt in such a long time.
“Thank you,” I whisper and place a kiss in the centre of his palm.
He smiles, and I feel completely whole. He picks up two birthday candles from his nightstand and places them in our cupcakes.
Lighting the first one, he hands it to me while I wait for him to light his own.
We make our second wishes, closing our eyes and blowing out the candles.
Eating our cupcakes, we sit in silence, as if it’s a part of some grand ritual.
Everything is done the same way as we once had.
We won’t bury the box this time, but I trust Aussy to guard it with his life, as if he’s guarding my heart.
“I have one more thing for you,” he tells me and opens up his nightstand drawer. He pulls out a long, black velvet box tied with a silk black bow on top. My eyes jump to his.
“Aussy, no!” I protest. “I didn’t think we were getting each other gifts!” I exclaim, feeling embarrassed that I didn’t get him anything.
“You are my gift, pretty girl. There is nothing I could ever want more,” he assures me. “This,” he shakes the box, “I’ve had tucked away for three years now.” He fiddles with the bow on top of the box. “I’ve never stopped thinking about you, Vix.” He hands me the velvet box.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he says softly. I take the box from his hands, my own fingers trembling. When I open it up, I see a beautiful, north star pendant on a silver chain.
“Aussy…” I start to say, but he shakes his head.
“Now, no matter where you are on our birthday, you’ll always have a third wish with you. Your own shooting star.” I don’t hesitate, I jump across the bed, arms flying around his neck.
“I love you,” I tell him. Not caring if it’s too soon, not caring if he doesn’t say it back. I’ve waited so many years to feel the way I feel in this very moment with my best friend in the entire world. I’m not letting another second slip away.
“You-you do?” he stammers, and I nod, smiling. Finally feeling whole.
“I love you, Austin,” I repeat, and he leans forward, taking my face in his hands, searching my eyes for the truth in my words.
“I just wanted you to know. I know it’s a lot, I know we’ve just started…
this, whatever this is. But I need you to know how I feel about you.
I love you.” I’m breathless and talking fast. Anxiety is starting to form within me.
“I love you too, Vixen,” he says. “This,” he points between us, “Is it.” I swallow the lump in my throat. He grabs me by the waist and pulls my body beneath him on the bed, crashing his mouth into mine in a claiming, possessive kiss. I pull back, just an inch, heat flushing my cheeks.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I thought we were taking things slow?” I bite my lip, placing my hands against his chest. My eyes drop to his mouth, avoiding the fire in his gaze. A hand cups my face, my chin lifting ever so slightly so that my eyes find their way back to his.
“I have never wanted anything more in my entire life, Vixen.” Gripping the back of my neck, he pulls my face close to his.
“It’s you and me, always.” His lips press against mine, hard and demanding, stealing the very breath from my lungs like a man starved.
He reaches down with his other hand and grips under my thigh, lifting my leg and pushing his hard length into my core as if he’s been waiting for this moment to claim me, until I am ready to surrender to what is inevitably meant to happen.
This is really happening. For so long, I tried to deny how I felt for him.
Throughout my entire life, I have tried to push away any semblance of hope I had of connecting with another being who looks at me the way Austin does.
He has a hunger within him that can only be satiated by the taste of my undoing.
He’s going to ruin me, and I’m going to surrender without thinking twice.
Our kiss deepens as he runs his hand up my neck, gripping the back of my head and fisting my hair.
Breaking contact, he backs away, slowly, and stands at the end of his bed.
He grabs my calves and pulls my body down with such force.
His dominance fills the air, thick and intoxicating, and I can’t stop the whimper that escapes me.
Hovering over my body with our mouths connected once again, tongues clashing, unwilling to break away for even a second, our bodies move, heat building between us.
He releases his hold on my hair and stands over me, lust in his eyes and a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, as if he’s admiring the view.
He drags his fingers down the length of my body, meeting the hem of my dress. Lifting my arms above my head, permitting him to undress me, he lifts the dress and drags it off of me with a gentleness you wouldn’t expect from someone of his stature.
“No bra?” He quirks an eyebrow. I shake my head, and a cheeky grin stretches across his face like a teenage boy getting to second base for the first time. He runs a thumb over my pebbled nipple, giving it a little pinch.
“Fucking perfect, Vixen.”
Austin trails his finger down the center of my body, meeting the edge of my panties. He rubs the outside of the fabric in a deliberate, circular motion, soaking up my arousal. My arousal for him.
“Is this what you want, Vix? You’re so wet, like your pussy is begging to be devoured. To be mine.”
I nod my head, my breathing heavy and laboured.
I’ve never wanted anything more. He removes my panties from my pussy and grips my hips with both of his hands, dragging my body to the edge of the bed.
Trailing kisses from my calf to my inner thigh, our eyes never leaving one another, he glides his fingers between my legs and runs two fingers straight through my glistening heat.
He slides them up and down, coating himself with my wetness.
Pushing one finger inside of me, I arch back against the mattress, desire rolling through me in waves. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, yet not nearly enough. Need blooms inside of me, my lust for this man pooling in my core.
“You like that, Vix?” he asks as if he doesn’t already know I would give anything for him to keep going.
“You’re teasing me.” I pant. He slips in a second finger and starts pumping in and out while curling his fingertips up, hitting that sweet spot that makes me moan.
His thumb lazily circles my clit, never missing a beat with the rhythm of his fingers moving inside of me.
I feel pleasure and my release building in my core, waiting for that perfect moment to ignite.
“Not yet, baby girl.” His fingers slip out of me, and I immediately mourn the loss.
I watch as his head dips between my thighs.
“Not until I’ve tasted what’s mine.” His warm tongue laps the entirety of my center.
He continues rubbing my clit in a circular motion while feasting on me as if he were a dying man and I am his last meal. I come undone.
A scream tears from my throat with his name on my lips. I run my hands through his hair as he licks and sucks the orgasm right from my soul.
AUSTIN
I stand, looking over her body as she’s gasping for air, the orgasm still visibly vibrating through her, and my cock twitches beneath my slacks. Pulling my length free, I stroke my shaft; the restraint I’m managing to maintain is solely thanks to the amount of alcohol I have consumed tonight.
We’ve both sobered up, now feeling only the need we have for one another.
I climb on the bed, hovering over her naked body, taking a moment to remember her face.
To remember the desire, the longing in her eyes, begging me to give her all of me.
I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips as our tongues move in rhythm with our breathing.
“Please, Aussy, I want to feel you,” she whines.
I kiss her again softly, as I position myself between her legs, bracing myself for the moment that will change everything we thought we knew about one another, forever.
I push into her slick warmth slowly, and she gasps at the fullness of my cock.
Digging her fingernails into my back, she cries out as I rock my hips, thrusting deep inside of her.
“You’re taking me so good, baby,” I praise, trying to still my racing thoughts so that this doesn’t end before it even begins.
“Mhmm,” she moans, bucking her hips forward, forcing my cock to fill her.
“Oh my god,” she cries. “Austin, I’m going to come,” she tells me, and I start pumping into her harder and faster, her perfect, rosy tits bouncing in front of me.
I feel like I’ve died, and this is my heaven; there’s nothing that could ever stop this moment.
I continue thrusting, feeling the walls of her pussy contract around my shaft, and my orgasm ignites through me.
A scream tears from her throat as she arches her back, trembling from the ecstasy running through her body.
I spill myself inside of her, my pulsing cock strangled by her tightening walls, milking me for everything I’ve got.
I fall forward on top of her, and we both lie there, clinging to one another, panting.
“That was—”
“Fucking awesome,” she cuts me off, and I laugh.
“It was definitely fucking awesome,” I tell her. “I love you, Vixen.” She looks at me, eyes glazed over, sleep beckoning her by the second.
“I love you too, Aussy, happy birthday.”