Austin & Beth (3 page)

"Because I didn't want to hurt him. I thought if I could keep it a secret, I'd spare everyone a shit-ton of grief. Now do you understand? I shouldn't have to explain it."

"I don't want to hurt him either like I said, but I had a right to know Emily's mine. You should've told me. And Dad has the right to know she's not his."

"He
does
have the right to know, and I'm sorry, very sorry I never told you the truth. I've just been confused. A lot's been happening and I haven't been thinking straight."

"Alright." He sighed. "But we still need to figure out what to do."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning you need to tell Dad the baby's mine."

No. No way in hell.

"Beth, you
have
to tell him. This shit's been going on long enough."

"When do you suggest I do this?"

"Soon." He swept the dark, disheveled hair from his attractive eyes, revealing his arched brows and tanned forehead. "Maybe—maybe tonight."

"
Tonight
?"

His expression hardened. "You're gonna tell him, Beth. Sure he'll be hurt at first, but it'll be better for everyone in the long run." His tone hinted of desperation as well as anger. There was no further room for argument.

Not once had he ever demanded anything from me; not until now. It was a side of Austin that I could certainly live without; even though deep down I knew he was right. Right about everything.

Joe needed the truth. No more bullshit.

Austin pressed the gas and tires screeched as the vehicle returned to the highway. Within a matter of minutes, he and I would be alone at his father's isolated cabin.

A new sense of fear chilled me to the core. Why? What or whom did I have to be afraid of?

Surely not Austin. Surely not Joe.

A
snow-camouflaged trail led up an incline to the one-story cabin, where Austin parked the SUV and shut off the ignition. I surveyed the property through the filmy windshield.

Joe's cabin—tucked among a dense patch of evergreens—was a small structure fashioned with logs. Behind the cabin, a frozen pond shimmered in the far distance. Joe had inherited the land from his father, who used it as a vacation retreat during summer and hunting spot in winter.

Snow flurries showered, glittered, drifted in the bitter breeze. Austin looped an arm around me, leading me to the splintered front door. He clutched my upper arm to help keep me from slipping on random ice patches.

Once inside, I collapsed on the sofa while Austin found matches and used them to light the stone fireplace. I wrinkled my nose at the hideous sight of the dusty, plaid couch, along with the sudden, strong odor of burning wood.

Flames crackled in the hearth and warmed the room. An orange glow reflected on the plain walls, mingling with scattered shadows. And, its presence intimidating, a tarnished shotgun hung above the mantel.

Austin took a seat and put his hand on my bare knee. My gaze immediately snapped to his.
Say something, Austin.

He seemed reluctant to talk. Meanwhile I couldn't stand the silence.

"What else did you want to talk about?" I stupidly asked.

Austin palmed my cheeks. His riveting stare set me on edge.

"I've been wanting to tell you this since—almost the first day I met you," he quietly said. I swallowed, closed my eyes, anticipating.

"Beth, I think—I
think
I love you."

I love you
. That tender declaration rang in my ears, drowned out misgivings and regrets.

"I care about you. I've cared about you for years. And I hate to admit it, but—I never thought Dad deserved to have you." He stroked my face, traced my lips.

"Jesus, Beth, I've been dyin' to touch you again. Being away for months drove me fuckin' crazy. You don't know how many nights I lay awake thinking about you. How many nights I dreamed about you. Those nights I had to jerk off so I could forget you, but it didn't work. I had to get myself off again, again
and again
. Still didn't work."

I could certainly empathize with that.

Relaxed, comforted by Austin's touch, I kept my eyelids sealed. I sensed heat as he neared, pressed my lips with his. Sensuous twinges quickened my pulse, enticed me to abandon caution.

"I love you. Oh god yes, I really love you." His tongue criss-crossed my throat, flicking, dabbing, teasing. "Let me touch you. Just one more touch, one more kiss and I promise I'll be satisfied."

Austin's hand cupped my head, pulled me closer. His mouth found the side of my neck and snared the sensitive skin, nipped and sucked till it hurt. More and more this endless agony turned me on.

Stuck in a hellish, heavenly mix of pleasure and pain, I whimpered and yielded to his wandering fingers, tongue, lips.

"You're beautiful, pretty, especially now that you're pregnant. I need to be inside you, feel you. I need to feel your tight pussy squeezing my cock.
"
He begged in whispers, pleaded amidst soft kisses, lured me to his beautifully set trap. "Been so long, baby. Let me show you how much I love you."

"I need you, Beth. Need you, want you, love you
."

He'd opened his heart, confessed his most vulnerable feelings. What could I possibly say that would compare?

That's when I realized my
own
true feelings. Feelings I'd kept locked in my conscience as I hid a painful reality from someone. That certain someone, of course, was Joe. It was time to face the truth—for me, for Joe, for Austin; for
everyone
involved in this elaborately spun, maddening web of deceit.

"I love you, Austin." Four words which made tears erupt and streak my cheeks. I repeated it over and over, unable to stop; then I collapsed in his embrace. 

There we remained on the ugly old sofa where Austin held and rocked me as if I were a child. As if
he
were the older one. His soothing lips loved away my tears, hesitant hands massaged my shoulders, easing lower, urging me to return his intimate caresses.

I did.
Oh, dear god forgive me
; I did.

Austin stood and gathered me up, effortlessly sweeping me off my feet to cradle me. I clung to his shoulders, and a weightless sensation met my stomach while he swung me, making his way toward the hallway. It didn't take a genius to figure out where he was headed.

"I think it's time to visit the bedroom. Time to give you what my father won't," he whispered, breaths
whooshing
in my ear. He nibbled, sucked my earlobe. "I hope you want me as much as I want you, because you're getting it either way." Nibble. Suck.
Lick
.

I nodded, unable to resist, wanting exactly what
he
wanted and desiring what
he
desired.

Flashbacks sparked visions of the first time we made love; when a longing forlorn look passed between us, and intoxicated by sexual chemistry, we exchanged silent but understood pleas. It happened after Joe left for an entire week, visiting relatives in Illinois.

But it didn't
just
happen. Signals and flirting had passed between Austin and me for months, leading to shameless moments in Austin's bedroom. Shameless yet shame
ful
. He had a twin-sized bed but that's all we needed. It got the job done. His bed could shake, squeak and I could scream, cry out however much I needed. No one else could hear.

And I definitely screamed and cried. That's how extraordinary it was. That's how Austin made me feel; how he
always
made me feel. He fulfilled me in ways which Joe seemed incapable of. We had the kind of relationship I'd dreamed about since childhood. I just never dreamed I'd find my Prince Charming in a man so much younger.

Austin carried me inside the bedroom; a dim, cramped space with hardly enough room for the queen-sized bed. He kicked the door shut behind us, then gingerly laid me on the mattress. Gentle as if I were irreplaceable china.

Sitting by, he slowly, slowly dipped and kissed me. His mouth tasted delicious, his tongue slippery as it glided in, glided out, glided in. I extended my tongue and he sucked it in, sucking in suggestive rhythms. Consumed by greed, I circled an arm behind his neck and nudged him for a deeper kiss.

Deeper, deeper;
oh god yes. Exactly how I like it, how I want it. Keep going, baby.

And we weren't even having sex.

He positioned on all fours, backside slanted so his lips could meet mine.

Austin's alluring lips manipulated, caressed, grazed my neck, cheek, forehead, migrated to the other side to repeat the ritual... as if he couldn't stop tasting or satisfy his hunger.

I couldn't stop tasting either and my hunger for him peaked. Breathless, gasping, I grabbed the back of his silky, sweet-smelling hair and jerked. Unfazed and horny as ever, his kisses grew harsher, brutal and wild in his passionate attack. Pitiful cries and moans eluded his lungs, alternating with rapid sips of air, hands which groped, desperate kisses which left my mouth raw.

If we continued this frenzy we could succumb to fatal injuries. Not that I cared. I was enjoying it too much.

"Beth, I love you so much.
I love you... love you
..." Kissing. Groping. Tongue stroking. "I love you—sweet Christ, I can't stop saying it. I can't stop..." Austin's erection caused an enormous swelling that strained the crotch of his jeans. It looked truly painful.

"Please, baby. I want you,
need
you." He inserted his finger in my panties, lightly massaged my slit. My nipples and clit tightened with unleashed, heightened sensation. 

"Damn, you're wet as hell." His fingertip traced my vaginal opening. "I think you're ready for me."

No shit!
I bit my lip, thrashing.

"Does this feel good?" he asked, fingering my pussy's engorged folds. "Want more, baby? Oh, I
promise
I'll give you more. A hulluva lot more." Using leisurely motions, he raised upright, peeled off my panties. He slid his hands beneath my dress, hiked it until my breasts popped into view.

Austin's tongue explored and eased from navel to nipples, flicked and sucked from left to right, puckering my nipples into towering pink buds. Milky beads gathered and Austin lapped it up. He suckled, suckling hard while he groaned and groped the sides of my breasts, his mouth going after my tits as if starving for actual sustenance.

My heart rate tripled as blood rushed to my clitoris. If he didn't stop soon  I'd reach climax, and first I needed to feel his length inside me. The anticipation was killing me.

Thankfully Austin left the bed. He posed perfectly straight, his gaze lusty and ravenous as he reached for the buttons of his shirt. Nimble fingers flew across those buttons until the shirt loosened, showing his broad shoulders.

Standing with his shirt gaped—complete with bronzed skin and ridged abs—he reminded me of a male model cut straight from a magazine. He also could've been a male stripper. I practically salivated.

Eyeing me, Austin whipped off his shirt. He unzipped, tugged down his jeans, exposing a
gigantic
hard-on that bobbed when he stepped forward. A hard-on that appeared quite ready; the thickened shaft aimed upward, and pre-cum glistened on the tip.

Yep, he was ready to blow. The sight shocked me, for it'd been months since I'd witnessed his cock. It'd been forever since I'd seen
any
cock. Austin should be proud, his monstrous prick must've been seven or eight inches in length. Hugely wide too, including cum potent enough to get me pregnant the first time.

Austin touched the head of his cock, placed the moistened finger on his lips and grinned as he licked his pre-cum.

God
.
Get over here and fuck me. Fuck me now.

He drifted to the bed's edge, lowered, then gripped my forearms to help me onto his thighs. I straddled him.

He lifted off my dress, tossed it in the corner. Austin leered at me, his lascivious, white smile like the Cheshire cat's.
Mmm
. 

Just as I returned his naughty grin, he clutched the sides of my waist, lunged and gave my pussy every luscious hot inch. His body released a series of violent, punishing thrusts. My breasts and stomach jiggled as I bounced, his frantic actions dizzying, painful and incredibly arousing.

"
Ah, ah, ah, oh, oh, fuck, baby, fuck yes
." He grunted, fucking with haste. Fucking with unrelenting cruelty, his cock nailed me like a jackhammer as if he hadn't fucked in forever and couldn't gain gratification—no matter how
fast
or
hard
he went.

Cinching my waistline, he coaxed me up and down in unison with his upthrusts. He leaned backward, giving his cock enough room for longer strokes. In this position it rammed so deeply that sharp pangs radiated.

Creak creak creak
went the mattress.

"Oh, Beth," he shouted through reddened lips, hair tousled, boyish head tilted and adam's apple bulging. "
Oh, oh, oh
." Banging. Banging.
Banging
. Good lord. I'd forgotten how energetic Austin was. He refreshed my memory—quite vividly.

"Is it good?" He moaned, ribbons of sweat trickling to his sealed eyes, hips pumping. "I wanna give it to you good...
wanna satisfy
—
satisfy you... ah ah oh oh, sweet, almighty fuck this feels AMAZING
."

"Yes it feels amazing, Austin."

"Oh god I don't wanna come yet. No, no, no." He rose slightly, seized my upper arms, pivoted and laid me flat on the mattress as he climbed on top. He disengaged during the shift in position.

Austin cupped his cock and drove forth. I flinched, yelped at the sheer roughness of his impaling. He clutched the sheet on each side, and his biceps flexed while he boosted himself above my stomach, dipping his pelvis to keep his cock buried inside me. My legs locked around his narrow waist.

Unforgiving, vengeful brutality resumed. I winced with every thrust of his hips, dragged my nails along his shoulders and detected moisture. Blood.