Page 62 of Thinking It Over

Austin snorted, the concentration on his face slipping.

“Penny?” I garbled, laughing a little, squeezing Austin’s cock so tightly when I did so. Our mutual groans echoed around the room.

“Yeah,” he said breathily. Amusement and lust warred in his eyes, and my lips twitched despite the desire spreading around my body, singeing my skin in its wake.

Another bang followed by a howl had a full-on laugh escaping from me this time. “Christ, she’s going to break the door—” Nudging me deep inside, Austin worked his hips faster, harder, each flick of his hips ruining me and tearing away my ability to speak.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered as he brushed once more against the spot that I knew would have me seeing stars.

Gripping myself, I jerked my cock root to tip. There was no longer synchronicity, no longer slow and steady and a seductive buildup. Austin pounded into me, branding me as his own, fucking me ruthlessly and perfectly.

“Oh….” A whine eased out of me, quiet at first until it turned into a loud groan. Hand still working overtime, I threw my head back. Lights danced in my vision. Electricity charged through every cell, reaching my nerve endings. An orgasm unlike any other tore through me, leaving its mark soul deep. Semen coated my hand, our stomachs, and I shuddered, panting, still finding it in me to move.

With one final jerk of his hips, Austin’s fingers digging so deep I hoped to hell he left evidence, he froze, the cords on his neck tightening as he filled me. A few short breaths after, Austin’s fingers loosened, and I needed to move before cramps destroyed my legs. There was a strong possibility if I tried to stand, I’d collapse.

I chuckled, my head resting against Austin’s shoulder.

“Okay?” he asked, humor in his words.

“I will be if you can help me stand,” I said, managing a grin.

“I think we may need to help each other.” A light chuckle followed his words.

With groans and grunts, we detached and stumbled to the door, heading to the bathroom and I hoped bed.

“Fuck.”

Austin’s curse had me looking over his shoulder as he opened the door.

Penny charged in, completely beside herself. I cupped myself immediately. I loved the damn dog, but her sniffing around when I was naked and covered in jizz made my previously numb legs start working. “You’ve got this, right?” I laughed as I eased past the two of them, hightailing it out of there and casting a glance and a wince at the small dent and countless scratches now on the sitting-room door.

SIXTEEN

AUSTIN

The shrill ringof the house phone had me jolting awake. It took me a moment to get my bearings and then remember where the house phone actually lived. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d used it.

“What the—”

“Shh, it’s okay. Get back to sleep,” I said quietly to Jasper as I scooped up my cell and eased out of bed. A strange grumbling noise followed me as I left the room, switching on my cell that I always turned off at night.

There was just enough light filtering through the house from the almost full moon to help guide my way and stop me tripping. Just as the phone stopped, my cell came to life. Within moments, notifications of missed calls popped up, one after another. My heart lurched. They all seemed to be from Dad.

Quickly keying in my passcode, I hit his name. The call connected, and one ring sounded before he answered, “Austin, thank God.”

“Dad, what’s wrong? What’s going on?” Nausea swirled through my gut as I entered the kitchen, turning on the light as I did so. I cast a look at the wall clock. It was just after 4:00 a.m. Nothing good ever came from calls at this time of the day.

“I need you to come to Chicago.” His voice was tight, carefully controlled.

I froze. The swirl in my stomach sped up, and a burst of adrenaline pulsed through me at his request. “What’s happened?”

“It’s your brother.” The sound of his gulp was loud, the emotion in his voice evident with the quiver. “He’s been in an accident.”

Clamping my hand on the countertop, I held tight, willing myself to remain upright.

“He’s unconscious.”

I had no idea what to say, what to do.

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