Chapter 15
2327 Words
Fifteen
Austin
The sun is setting, leaving an orange glow in the sky. A lot of the families with younger children have left, headed to the Veteran’s Hall for snacks and drinks. We climb aboard the Ferris wheel, and a few kids lingering nearby snap pictures with their phones.
“I don’t think your wish regarding Buzz Wheel is going to come true.”
“Guess not. As long as they don’t see us kiss or anything, we’re good.”
“I really want to kiss you,” I mumble, sliding my hand between us and running my finger over her thigh.
“Austin.” She picks up my hand and places it in my lap.
I move my hand back. “No one can see us.”
She laughs. “I have a feeling you’re going to have a hard time adhering to the secrecy thing.”
“Me? I’m great at taking direction. Or don’t you remember?”
Her cheeks pinken and my d**k stirs. It’s the first thing I remember noticing about her at Lucky’s—she embarrasses easily.
Our cart reaches the top of the circle.
“This would be a great place for a kiss,” I say.
She shakes her head and we miss our opportunity, falling back down the other side. When we get into sight, I remove my hand from her leg. Both of us sit there like two thirteen-year-olds, our hands on the metal bar, facing forward.
“Go, Coach Bailey!” someone on the ground screams.
She raises her eyebrows.
We go around and around, my stomach dropping with each fall. Each rotation, I slide my hand onto her thigh until we get in view of others. My hand inches closer and closer to the space between her legs, and she spreads them an inch wider each time. The thread of s****l tension between us tightens with each dip and rise of our cart.
When they stop to let off passengers below, we’re a few spots from the top. I inch my fingers closer to her center.
“Austin…”
My name is a soft plea on her lips.
“I really want to kiss you,” I whisper, tucking my head into the crook of her neck.
“We can’t.” She lets out a long breath, her legs parting for me even more.
Sliding my finger over the seam of her jeans, I press in. My lips kiss her neck. “No one can see us up here.”
Her hand falls to my hand. “But…”
“Turn to me,” I beg, her smell just as intoxicating as it was that night in my Jeep.
She turns her head. Her eyes are hooded, her lips moist, and her cheek soft as it runs along my nose.
“Holly?”
“Uh-huh,” she says, her eyes closed.
“I’m going to kiss you,” I whisper as our chair stops in the top spot. If this guy running it knows what’s good for him, he’ll leave us here for a while.
I don’t wait for a response, taking her lips with my own. I taste the sweetness of the whipped cream as my tongue slides into her hot, waiting mouth. She meets me halfway, her tongue gliding along mine. I press my finger against her center, and she squeals into my mouth, rising up off the seat. When she falls, I plunge my tongue into her mouth and my hand covers her center for more pressure.
The chair falls down a notch and she pulls her mouth from mine.
“I guess I’ll buy you cotton candy another time?” she pants.
“I knew we were in sync.”
She laughs as the chair continues down. I notice the slight flush of her cheeks, the shyness of her actions. Her gaze skitters to me then away.
Watching her step out of the Ferris wheel chair, I hope that we can stick to the plan. I’ll already be hurting my family when I leave. I can’t take crushing someone else’s heart on top of it. Regardless of what happens, I’m leaving Lake Starlight in three months. It’s about time everyone understands nothing is keeping me here, not even a gorgeous auburn hottie.
We walk the two blocks to her house, and because I’m a gentleman, I walk her up the stairs.
“So, this is where we part?” She smirks as she unlocks her door.
I smile in case anyone happens to be watching. In towns like Lake Starlight, there are eyes everywhere. “I’ll come to the back door in twenty minutes.”
“Sounds good. I’ll leave it unlocked.”
“Perfect.” I nod.
“Well, good night, Austin,” she says in a louder voice than she needs to.
“Night, Holly.”
I jog down the stairs, watching her get into the house. We wave goodbye, and I walk back toward downtown so I can be seen without her before sneaking back to her house.
Of course, once I reach Main Street, I run smack-dab into Mrs. Andrews.
“Austin,” she sneers.
“Hello, Mrs. Andrews. Have a great night.” I attempt to slide past her, but she places her hand on my upper arm.
“May I have a word?”
I blow out a breath. I have about one hundred words for her, none of which I think she’ll appreciate.
“Sure.” I deliver a fake smile because I’m a Bailey and that’s what we do in this town.
“I just wanted to say that JP talked to me about his detention, and although I think it’s very unfair since Elijah punched him first, I don’t want him to lose that friendship.”
I blink to make sure those are actually tears forming in her eyes.
“I’m not sure… well, Mr. Andrews says I protect JP too much, but he’s my baby and after…” She inhales a deep breath and composes herself by repositioning the purse hanging off her forearm and blinking a few times. “After we lost Vivian, I suppose I spoil him, but it was good friends who got me through losing her and I don’t want JP to lose a good friend like Elijah. So…” She stops again, straightening her back and looking across the street. “I’m asking if you could help to mend that? It’s the least you could do, what with not getting recruiters to come look at JP for college.”
She was doing so well until that last line.
She holds her head up, her eyes briefly making contact with mine.
“Sure. I’ll do what I can.”
She nods. “Thank you, Austin. Have a good night.”
“You too.”
She walks down the street, stopping briefly in front of the toy store before glancing back at me and walking into Lard Have Mercy.
Figuring Mrs. Andrews saw me on the street without Holly and that I’m good, I circle the block and walk through the backyard to Holly’s back door. I open the door, the distinctly female scent of her house reminding me of her.
A can of whipped cream sits on the counter with a small note. I pick it up.
I did promise you could clean me up. I’m upstairs waiting. ;)
Grabbing the can, I ditch the note, toe out of my shoes, and walk up the stairs.
My hands move to the hem of my T-shirt as I walk into her bedroom, admiring her lying on her bed, even if she’s fully clothed. “For some reason I thought you’d be naked?”
“Half the fun is undressing one another.” She gets up on her knees, moving toward the edge of the bed. She’s washed the dried whipped cream off her face.
“Especially the first time.” I quirk an eyebrow, and she laughs.
“It was dark, and we were suffocated for space.”
“True, I’ve been reliving it through the memory of touch more than sight.”
She falls back to sit on her ankles. “You relive it?”
I step forward, drop the can next to her on the bed, and take her face in my hands. “Are you kidding? Will you think less of me if I say it was the hottest s*x I’ve ever had?”
She playfully pushes my chest, her cheeks flaming red. I love that look on her. “I’m here, willing and waiting. You don’t have to use lines.”
I grab the hem of her sweatshirt and pull it up her body. She helps me by raising her arms, and when I see another layer of a long-sleeve T-shirt, I groan.
She giggles.
I reach for the hem. “There better not be another shirt under this one.”
When I slide it up her body, her bare skin is revealed to me inch by inch. The T-shirt and my hands move up and over her breasts, my thumbs grazing her black lacy bra. She sits back on her ankles, letting me soak in the vision of her. I’m committing her body to memory because that’s going to come in handy every morning in my shower.
“I’m on the fence about these things.” My hand kneads her right breast, and she bites her lip, squirming.
“This thing is a bralette.” Her fingers dive under the bottom to free herself from it, but I stop her.
“I thought that was my job.”
“Okay,” she says sheepishly.
Sliding my fingers under the elastic edging, I pull up. Her t**s bounce down, and I throw the fabric on the floor.
“I think there should be a zipper or something.”
She tilts her head. “Are we going to talk about bras all night?”
She raises up, her fingers latching onto my jacket zipper and slowly pulling it down. Her hands splay on my chest, up and over my pecs to my shoulders, to slide my jacket off me. I toss it on the chair in the corner of her room. She wastes no time reaching under my T-shirt and splaying her hands on my bare stomach. With my shirt rising, her plump lips cast small kisses up my abdomen.
I grab the back collar and pull off my shirt.
“Hey, that’s my job.” She stares up at me with her chin pressed to my stomach and her lips a millimeter away from my n****e. Without warning, she latches on, biting it.
I retract in surprise, not pegging her as that type.
She laughs. “Don’t make me tie your hands behind your back.”
Her fingers manipulate the button and zipper of my jeans. Pushing them down, she doesn’t take my boxers with them. I think because she loves the process of undressing. Not that I’m complaining. It’s been years since I took time like this before sleeping with a woman.
My d**k tents my boxer briefs, and she rubs her palm over the long length, squeezing it. She sucks on my n****e as my c**k twitches in her hand, and I thread my fingers through her auburn hair. f**k, going slow definitely has its perks.
I step out of my pants, fling off my socks, and lightly push her down on the bed. She slides up to the pillows, her breasts prominently on display for me to admire. I swallow the excess saliva pooling in my mouth. I haven’t wanted something this badly in a long time.
I lift one of her legs, dramatically taking off one of her socks before my hands slide up her jean-clad leg. Slowly, I lower her leg back down and take the other leg, doing the same thing.
“You sure are taking your time with this undressing thing.”
“Well, I kind of owe it to you. At this point last time, your shirt was around your neck and your pants in the driver’s seat.”
“True.” Her fingers play with the comforter underneath her.
It’s impossible to stop admiring her body as my knee presses to the edge of the bed and I climb between her legs. My gaze glides along her bare stomach, over her breasts, right to her eyes as my fingers unbutton and unzip her jeans. She lifts and wiggles as I strip them from her body.
Black lacy underwear that matches the bra she was wearing makes my d**k grow harder, eager for relief.
In the truck, I slid her panties over, but this time, I want to feel our bodies with nothing in between us.
Well, nothing except a condom.
Shit. I wasn’t exactly thinking I was going to get laid tonight.
“Condom?” I ask, sending up a small prayer that one of us is prepared.
Her body slackens into the mattress, with an expression that says nope.
“f**k, this isn’t good. I can’t go to the drugstore in town because people will talk.”
She sits up in bed. “Well, that’s crushing.”
It is. But necessity is the mother of invention, as they say.
“It doesn’t mean I can’t do other things.” My fingers slide under the top of her panties, and she wiggles back down on the bed. Grabbing the bottle of whipped cream, I say, “I gotta get you messy before I can clean you up.”
I spray a mound of whipped cream on her n****e and my mouth descends.
“It’s possible by the end of the night, I’ll be happy we don’t have a condom.” Her hand falls to the back of my head, and I start the very long, but pleasurable, task of making Holly as dirty as possible.
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