Page 56 of The Thorne at My Side
Will I be spending the night with him?
Should I shower?
I lift my arm and sniff my armpit, it's not great but it's not terrible.
I step into the bathroom. My makeup looks okay, a little less sharp than when I first applied it this morning but that was eighteen hours and three time zones ago.
I fill up a glass of water from the tap and chug down the lukewarm sink water. It's better than nothing I suppose. I pull my SMS Connect phone out of my toiletry case and turn to lean against the counter before I power it up.
DCFox usually writes to me at night. Since he's back in D.C. I bet there's a message waiting for me.
I drum my nails against the back of the phone while it turns on and only realize I was holding my breath when I inhale sharply at the empty inbox.
Weird.
Reading the notes from DCFox has been a comforting way to end my day these last couple of months. He seems to understand me in a way no one else does. I've been more vulnerable with him than I have been with anyone else.
Well, except for Austin.
Austin has a way of making me feel comfortable. Even if I'm annoyed with him it feels more like a game than actual hate.
Is it possible I've come to respect my fuck friend? That we could actually become friend friends?
I double check that his room key is in my pocket before slipping my own into my other pocket and heading up to his suite.
???
"You're late," Austin says as I let myself in. He's lounging on the bed in just a pair of slate blue pajama pants. My mouth goes impossibly dry as I take in his chiseled torso. Each muscle istaught and firm and begging for my touch. He leans forward to grab the remote and it’s like every muscle I can see is pointed towards his waistband and I zero in on the bulge just below it and my mouth goes even drier.
"It's one after," I respond when I can unglue my tongue from the roof of my mouth. He turns off the TV and slides across the bed to sit on the edge facing me. The smile on his face is sinister and when he slowly crooks a finger for me to walk to him my own smile grows wide.
"One minute when I could have been doing this," he says as he pulls me down to kiss him. Our mouths open and I desperately inhale through my nose as the familiar taste of him floods my senses. My fingers thread through his thick hair and my nails scrape along his scalp. He groans as he unbuttons my pants and slides them over my ass.
They pool on the floor around my heels but when I reach down to pull one off his hand stops me.
"Those, stay on," he informs me as he adjusts the glasses on his face. "Turn around."
I turn slowly and he reaches up to pull down the shoulders of my body suit. Shivers explode in the wake of his fingers as they trail along my skin.
He's savoring it.
Savoring me.
While we might just be doing this for the stress relief he's attracted to me. And I like it.
Feeling desired gives me power.
Thank goodness the election is less than two weeks away because the more I think about being with Austin the more I want to be with Austin.
The more I find him charming,quick witted, and intuitive. The more I find myself admiring him.
When the bodysuit reaches the curve of my ass, Austin stands and pulls it off my hips. I shiver and wrap my arms around myself while his chest warms my bare back.
He guides the garment to the floor and helps me step out of it before he stands up again and takes a seat on the bed.
I'm standing, with my back to him, in nothing but a pair of black pumps. I peek over my shoulder and see him rubbing his chin like he's trying to solve a problem. His eyes are dark behind his glasses. He slides them off his face and tosses them on the nightstand. My stomach flips at the gesture. When his eyes flash up to meet mine, it feels like the cage on a tiger enclosure was just unlocked. He’s ready to pounce.
"What should we do first, Austin?" I ask.
