I laughed nervously. “There’s a zipper in the back.”
Austin made his way to his feet and offered me his hand so I could do the same. He turned me gently toward the windows. I watched as we flew through the clouds. He lowered the zipper and slipped the dress down my body.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Austin told me as he slipped his fingers down my body gently before taking my hips to turn me around. Austin quickly unclasped my bra and dropped it on the dress before kissing me again.
We dropped back to the bed, and he kissed my mouth until it tingled. Austin moved his mouth down my body and attacked my neck and chest with hot kisses before drawing a nipple into his mouth. His hands were between my legs the entire time; cupping me, fingering me, and finally sliding his fingers inside of me as he bit gently at my nipple. I was a mess of nerves. He brought me to the edge a few times before covering my pussy with his mouth.
That was what I needed, and I cried out his name before I remembered where we were. He suckled at me and drank me in. I moaned and jerked against him.
Once I was calm, Austin rose and slipped off his briefs. He kissed his way up my legs before sliding inside of me slowly, filling me with his thick cock. I let out a guttural moan and wrapped my weak legs around him. He moved again, pushing all the way inside of me.
I gained my strength back, and we rocked together until he cried out my name and came inside of me. Austin dropped beside me and pulled me close to him. I breathed the scent of us in.
I hadn’t even eaten yet, and this was already a perfect night.
Chapter Thirty-One
Austin
I sat at the table on my laptop, pleased with the updated internet service in my parents’ house. I looked at Preston’s pictures from his unexpected vacation and noticed how often the cowboy hat was on his head. It seemed to suit him, and I thought deeper about that. We’d been to Dallas when I bought the restaurant, and he’d seen the bigger city, but he wasn’t quite as struck with it as he was North Reed.
What was it about North Reed?
I didn’t even feel the same way about Texas as I did this town. I’d avoided it for years after leaving, and I don’t think my parents even knew about the restaurant. I hadn’t told them I bought it, and if they’d read about my purchase, the matter had never come up in any conversations. Going to Dallas was much like going to Chicago for me, if I tried to not think about North Reed when I was here.
I always made it a different world in my mind.
Something clicked in my head, and I sighed. Perhaps Rebecca wasn’t the only reason I avoided North Reed. If it changed Preston in a matter of days, why wouldn’t it change me as well? This was a different life than the one I’d grown accustomed to in New York, and the differences were obvious right now.
Everyone was closer here. They all cared about each other. If I went to the hospital in New York for any reason, the police chief would not be at my door. He would probably only read about me in the papers and wouldn’t care about my well-being with all the things going on in the city. Hell, I couldn’t picture the man in my head, and we’d met at a few social functions in the past. I met everyone that was high up on the ladder of business and the social world, but nobody really knew me there.
I couldn’t count the amount of times neighbors called to check on Dad or brought food over to help Mom out. They even went to the trouble of making sure it was healthy for all of us to eat, including Dad. The kindness of this town had stunned me once again, and I wondered how happy I was back in New York.
Fuck. Why did I keep thinking about this?
I heard the door open and glanced up to see Mom walking in with a bag. She’d been enjoying sneaking away to the stores while I was here, and today she had something from the bakery.
“Hi, Mom.”
She gave me a warm smile. “Is Dad sleeping?” she asked.
“Yeah. He’s been down for about an hour now. I’ve been looking at Preston’s vacation pictures.” I watched as she unloaded some fresh bread and muffins on the counter.
“Is he having a good time?” Mom came over to me, giving me a curious look. “Is it okay for me to look at them? They’re not indecent, are they?”
“Preston is a proper chap, and he’d never show anyone pictures like that.” I turned the screen.
She looked through the slide show and raised a hand to her mouth. “He's still wearing that hat in Singapore?” she asked with a laugh.
“He seems to have taken a piece of North Reed along with him,” I agreed.
She kept looking through the pictures. “Who is that pretty girl who keeps showing up at his side? Will she be coming back with him?”
I rolled my eyes. Though he was a proper chap as I liked to tease him about, he knew how to work the women.
“Probably not,” I said. “She’s a local there, more than likely. We’ll see when he comes back to New York in a couple of weeks.” Shit. Preston would be coming back to New York, and I didn’t know what the hell I wanted to do.
“If you’re there,” Mom echoed my thoughts as she glanced at the last picture. “Would he move here with you?”