Another Mazzy Monday (13 page)

I don’t protest when Austin removes it from my finger and slips it into his shirt pocket. Then he takes my hands in his and softly massages my fingers. Every nerve ending in my body seems to respond simultaneously to his touch.

We both glance over at the bed at precisely the same moment and I’m sure we’re both thinking the same thing. How long until we can get in it?

Austin leans in for a kiss. His lips are soft and gentle at first, but it’s not long before he deepens the kiss and I become nearly dizzy with desire.

Making out with Tommy in the back of his dad’s car was always nice, but it was definitely nothing like this. Austin’s passionate kisses seem to be vibrating through my entire body and lifting me to another plane of existence. Maybe this is what people mean when they say they’re
walking on cloud nine
.

Soon our hands begin to explore each other’s bodies. First over our clothes and then underneath them. As I work my hands underneath his cotton shirt, I discover Austin’s chest is solid muscle, no doubt a result of good genetics and hard work.

I pull and tug on the shirt in an effort to get it completely off of him. I want to see his body and touch every inch of his hard chest without the fabric in my way.

He must feel the same way because he’s tugging and pulling on my top equally as hard.

We both laugh.              

“We should get naked,” he suggests.

“I agree.”

He grabs my hands and pulls me up from the couch and undresses me with his eyes before he literally strips me. First he assists with my top. After regarding me in my sexy lace bra for a few seconds he quickly removes it and sends it flying to another part of the room.

He goes after my breasts like a hungry animal, nipping and sucking my nipples until they become hard points.

“You’re shirt needs to come off too,” I mutter breathlessly.

He doesn’t hesitate to fulfill my request. He pulls off his shirt and tosses it to the ground.

Words cannot describe how sexy Austin is. He’s not model perfect like his brother, but his rough edges make him even hotter.

“You like what you see?” he asks.

I reflexively lick my bottom lip in response.

“There are a few other places I’d like to feel that tongue of yours,” he suggests. “But first we need to do something about the rest of our clothing.”

He pulls me close and kisses me again. Savage, ravenous kisses that send me spinning into another universe.

As his fingers slide down my heated thighs they take my pants with them. And when they fall the rest of the way to the ground I kick them away.

His worshipping gaze takes in my entire body. Then he groans, “There’s just one more thing that needs to go.”

He slips his thumbs into the waistband of my lace panties and slowly pushes them downward. “Much better,” he sighs as they slide to the floor.

“And what about those?” I point to his jeans.

Before I even have a chance to process what’s happening he’s got his jeans and underwear off. They’ve joined the heap of other clothes on the floor.

I take in his entire body the way he’s devouring mine. He’s well-built, muscular and everything about him screams hunk.

And he’s rock hard. Obviously extremely aroused.

I let out a squeal when he lifts me up and carries me to the bed. He carefully lays me down on the comforter and then lies next to me.

“You’re a feast for the eyes,” he says as he scans my naked form.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I reply, and then bite my bottom lip hungrily.

He devours my mouth as his hands claim every inch of my flesh. Even though we’re not under the covers it’s not long before his touch makes me hotter than the fireplace ever could.

“I need to be inside of you,” he whispers into my ear. “Or I’m going to explode.”

I tense. Even though my body is screaming yes; my head is a little more reluctant.

He cups my face in his hands, immediately sensing my hesitancy. “What is it?” There’s so much concern in his voice it pierces my heart.

“I’m a little scared,” I admit.

“Look at me,” he requests.

When I meet his gaze his expression is serious. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Just tell me what you want. If you just want to kiss, or cuddle, I’m okay with that. It’s okay, Mazzy.”

I swallow. “I want more. I want to be with you. I guess I’m not sure exactly what I’m supposed to do. I’ve never gotten this far before.”

“Are you sure?” he asks. “I don’t want to push you.”

I nod. “I’m sure. I’m just nervous.”

He gives me a small grin. “I wish I could say I remember being nervous my first time, but I was fourteen. That was quite a few years ago.”

My eyes grow wide with his admission. “Fourteen? Really?”

He nods. “And she was sixteen. I guess I’ve always looked a little bit older than my age. I never bothered to tell her how old I was. I’m not sure she ever knew she was with someone younger. Or that it was my first time.”

“You never told her?”

“Hell, no. Guys don’t want to admit stuff like that.”

Then he kisses my forehead and says, “Just relax and we’ll take things slow, okay?”

I nod.

He gives me light kisses on either cheek and then places a soft kiss on my mouth. He moves to my chin then works his way down my neck with butterfly kisses, stopping briefly at my shoulder and collar bone. As he continues kissing his way down my body he arouses me like never before.

After he places super light kisses on my big toes, he works his way back up between my thighs. I can feel myself start to get wet.

When he parts my thighs he glances up at me as if he wants my permission to venture further.

I nod.

Just that small gesture seems to get him excited because he’s like an animal again as he licks between my legs and laps up every bit of moisture with his skilled tongue.

Before I’m even aware of my own voice. I’m moaning in delight. As I sigh his name it acts as reinforcement for the skilled performance his tongue is making between my legs.

Just as I find myself on the edge of release he stops as if he’s teasing me.

“Not yet,” he says mischievously.

I beg him not to stop, but when I look down and see how much his erection has swelled I know there’s much more in store for me.

“Tell me what you want,” he instructs.

When I say, “I want you,” my voice doesn’t even seem to be my own. It sounds so high and hollow, as if part of me is still lost in the ether of pure desire.

He reaches for something on the small table next to the bed and I realize he’s grabbed a condom. I’m not sure why I didn’t think of it. I’m not on the pill and I certainly don’t want to get pregnant.

It only takes a few seconds for him to remove the condom from the package and slide it on. As he makes his way back towards me his eyes are locked with mine. “Are you sure about this?” he asks again.

I nod. “I’m sure. I want you. I want this.”

He doesn’t hesitate any longer. He moves between my legs and slowly pushes himself inside me.

As I inhale a sharp breath he whispers in my ear. “It’s okay, Mazzy. Just relax.”

He kisses me as he pushes deep inside me. I let out a low moan and I’m not sure if it’s because it hurts a little bit, or because I like how it feels. I think it’s probably a combination of both. The only thing I don’t want him to do is stop.

“Keeping going,” I tell him.

And he does. Slowly at first until my muscles finally relax enough to accommodate his size. Then his thrusts become a bit harder and deeper and I want even more.

“Harder,” I urge.

“Are you sure?” he asks gently.

“I’m sure.”

His drives into me are anything but gentle after that. They’re in sharp contrast to his soft tone and gentle touch. I know he’s doing what I want, what I asked for, and I’m enjoying every deep plunge inside of me.

“More,” I tell him, as I feel myself getting close to exploding. 

“Oh. Come with me,” he implores, obviously on the edge of eruption himself.

And we do. Loud and sweaty we both climax, clutching each other as we sail into other orbits far from our cabin in the woods.

We’re both still wrapped in each other’s arms when we land on Earth again.

He swipes at a droplet of sweat as it drips down my forehead. “You’re glowing.”

I laugh. “You can call it sweat. You’re a little sweaty too you know.”

“Horses sweat, men perspire and women glow,” he states as if it’s fact.

“That’s ridiculous.”

He kisses my nose. “What’s ridiculous is how awesome you are in the sack and you say it’s your first time.”

“This was my first time,” I argue. “And you’re just trying to be nice. I’m sure it wasn’t that good.”

“Mazzy, if you’re this good without any practice I’m in serious trouble. I’ll be spending the rest of my life just living to fuck you.”

I furrow my brow at him in mock disbelief. “Seriously?”

He puts his hand to his heart. “I’m dead serious. That hot little body of yours was obviously made for mine.”

I swallow. The implications of his confession are not lost on me. I’m supposed to be engaged to his brother and Austin seems to be falling for me hard and fast.

Not that I’m not falling for him just as hard and fast. But how are we ever going to have any kind of relationship if we have to hide in a cabin in the woods just to have sex?

“How is this ever going to work?” I ask him.

He takes in a deep breath then lets it out slowly. “I’m not sure,” he admits. “But I know I want you. And it’s even possible that I have to have you. I’m sure that I could easily become addicted to you. Maybe I already am. Once I got a taste of Mazzy I was hooked.”

That makes me smile, but underneath there’s a bit of sadness too. “I’m just not sure how we can make this work. Maybe it was dumb of us to even let it get this far.”

“It probably was,” he agrees. “But sometimes once you start down a certain path it’s hard to stop the train or even make it go down another path.”

“Just hold me,” I say. “Let’s not think about it for a while. Let’s just enjoy this time we have together and not worry about it right now.”

He gives me a quick kiss on the forehead. “I like the way you think. But there’s something I have to do very quickly. I’ll be right back.”

He hops from the bed and removes the condom then cleans himself off with a few tissues. Once that’s taken care of he joins me back in bed.

“See. I told you I’d be right back.”

I lay my head down on his warm chest and nestle into him. His masculine scent is comforting and when he puts his arm around me and pulls me to him even tighter I forget about Drew and the lake house and the engagement and everything else in the world that might come between us. I fall asleep wrapped in Austin’s strong arms.    

Eight

Austin

“Stay with me tonight. Here in the cabin.”

Mazzy wipes the sleep from her eyes. We both fell into catnaps after our voracious sex and I’ve been watching her sleep for a few minutes before she finally opened her eyes.

Tilting her head she seems to really give it some thought before she replies.

“We’ve got a bottle of wine to finish and a beautiful fire,” I add in an effort to persuade her.

Then she narrows her eyes at me and whacks me on the arm. “You just want to have sex again.”

I throw up my arms. “You caught me. But I’d want you to stay here with me even if we were just sleeping.”

She props herself up on her elbow and runs her fingers down my chest as she speaks. I realize it’s probably just a mindless gesture, but my dick comes alive again in response.

“I don’t want to arouse too much suspicion. The baby shower ended three hours ago. George will probably be wondering what happened to me.”

“I don’t think so,” I confess.

“Why?”

“It’s possible that I told him I’d pick you up and that I’d entertain you for a while so he could take the evening off.”

She furrows her brow. “Entertain me?”

“You are being entertained, aren’t you?”

She laughs. I’m really starting to love her laugh. It’s the most carefree and uninhibited laugh I’ve ever heard. Occasionally she even lets out a small snort and there is something so free about it. I try to imagine someone like my mother snorting and it’s beyond imagination. Come to think of it, I can’t even remember the last time she actually laughed.

“You seem to keep thinking up new ways to keep me entertained,” she replies. “And I certainly appreciate that. But I think we’d better get back.”

I shake my head. “Too bad. Because I had a juggling act lined up a little later. And some clowns. And a guy on a trapeze.”

That makes her laugh even harder. “I’m sorry I’m going to miss all of that entertainment.”

I whisper in her ear, a little more serious this time. “I’m sure I can figure out some way to keep you entertained at the lake house too.”

She takes in a breath as I place soft kisses on her neck.

“We should probably try to be a bit more discrete at the lake house,” she reminds me.

I don’t want reality to invade what we have together, but I know it’s inevitable. She’s engaged to my brother, fake engagement though it may be. We’re still supposed to act as if it’s real. I’m ready to call bullshit on the whole thing, but I realize that would be extremely detrimental to my brother. It would probably be the last straw for my parents toward finally disowning me. Even if I don’t always agree with them. Even if I think they can be shitty people at times. And even if they don’t understand me. They’re still my family and I do care about them.

“Whenever you’re ready, I’ll take you back,” I promise. “And maybe we’d better get dressed before I lose all self-control and ravage you again.”

She bats her long lashes at me. “I certainly wouldn’t want you to ravish me again,” she teases.

I give her a quick kiss. “Don’t tempt me.”

We both hop out of the bed and sort through the clothes that are scattered about until we find our own.

After we’re dressed I take a quick glance at Mazzy. She’s still glowing. And I don’t mean sweating either. She’s radiant. “You look too happy and too content,” I tell her. “We’re never going to hide our tumultuous affair when you look like that.”

She gives me a playful smack on the arm. “Maybe if you were heartless and bad in bed that would help.”

I grin. “There may have been a few times when I’ve been accused of being heartless, but no one has ever complained that I was bad in bed.”

When she places a quick kiss on my cheek my heart skips a few beats. I don’t want to tell Mazzy that the only thing that would ever make me treat her heartlessly is if she broke my heart. And she could do it too because she’s stolen it right out of my chest. I don’t know how she managed it, but it’s in her hands right now.

We both double check all of the candles to make sure they’ve all been blown out and I use a poker on the fire to make sure it’s completely extinguished. Then I grab Mazzy’s hand and lead her out of the cabin and back out into the cold evening air.

“We really do need to get you a leather jacket,” I state when I see that she’s shivering. “Wear mine for now.”

She shakes her head as I remove my jacket, but I won’t take no for an answer. She’s trembling.     

“You’ll be freezing,” she protests as I place my jacket over her shoulders. She looks like she’s swimming in the thing it’s so big on her, but at least she’s stopped shivering.

“I’ll be fine,” I lie. I’ll probably freeze my ass off in the thin cotton shirt I’m wearing, but I’d rather be cold than to have Mazzy freeze.

I place the helmet on her and we both hop onto my bike. This time I don’t have to coax her to grab a hold of me. She puts her arms around my waist and nestles close to me.

By the time we get back to the lake house it’s nearly dark, but I still notice my dad’s dark blue Mercedes sitting in the middle of the driveway.

My mind races trying to think of all the reasons that he could possibly be here and none of them are good.

As I turn off the engine I swallow the lump that’s starting to form in my throat. Once we’re both off the bike I help Mazzy remove the helmet. I’m sure my dad will notice that she’s wearing my jacket, but I’m not going to make her take it off. That will make me look like a complete jack ass. And I kind of like the idea of her wearing it.

“Whose car is that?” She points to the Mercedes.

“My dad’s.”

She raises an eyebrow and I shrug in response.

“I have no idea why he’s here,” I tell her.

She cringes. “This could be bad.” 

“Let’s not jump to conclusions. Let’s see what he wants.”

I instinctively grab her hand without thinking and luckily she’s quick enough to pull away right before my dad opens the front door.

Mazzy and I hurry inside and I try not to look like I’ve got something to hide. When I glance at Mazzy she’s got a strange smile plastered on her face. It’s almost like she’s not sure what to say or do so she’s just smiling for no reason.

My dad looks back and forth between the two of us before his bushy eyebrows squish together in confusion. “What’s going on?”

Mazzy’s eyes grow wide and then she looks over at me. I take the cue and reply, “I picked Mazzy up from a baby shower in town. George had the evening off and she needed a ride.”

My dad bites his bottom lip as if he’s giving the matter some thought. Then he says, “Drew needs to buy you a car, Mazzy. You can’t be roving around town on the back of a motorcycle like some kind of outlaw. That’s not the impression we want to give voters of the next First Lady of New Jersey.”

Mazzy nods, but I can tell she’s not herself. That awkward smile is still plastered on her face and her eyes are wide and wild, like a caged animal’s.

“Where is Drew anyway? I was a little surprised to show up here and find the place completely deserted.”

“Drew had to work,” Mazzy mutters unsurely.

My dad shakes his head. “He’s always working. Nose to the grindstone.” Then he turns his attention to me. “You could learn a thing or two from your brother’s work ethic.”

I take in a deep breath to stop myself from saying something I’ll regret. Something like: Drew is working about as hard as I was. Only while I was fucking his fiancée I’m willing to bet money he was fucking his boyfriend.

But I refrain. I’ll let my dad continue to have his delusions.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m here,” my dad continues.

“It has crossed my mind,” I reply.

He removes a newspaper from the pocket of his overcoat, shakes it out, and then turns it around so I can see the headline and lead article. There’s a large photo that was taken at the engagement party, only it’s not of Drew and Mazzy, as nearly every mainstream paper featured. This one is a photo of me and Mazzy, and it’s captured the two of us looking at each other and looking very much like we want to do exactly what we just did in the cabin. The headline reads:
Does Drew Graham’s Fiancée Have Eyes for His Younger Brother?

“This is a rag,” I say dismissively. “No one reads this crap. They like to refer to themselves as an
alternative
news source, but it’s mostly celebrity gossip and entertainment information. Those so-called exposés they publish are nothing but sensationalism to sell ads. The mainstream news would never touch something like that because it’s nothing but a fabrication.”

My dad narrows his eyes at me, seemingly unconvinced. Then he points a finger in my face. “Just watch yourself, okay. Since the engagement announcement your brother has moved ahead in the polls. I don’t want anything to screw this up.”

I throw up my hands in mock surrender. “I get it. I’m just helping Mazzy out when Drew’s not around. I know he’s got a lot on his plate.”

My dad nods, but his eyes are still narrowed. He gives me one final cold stare before he snaps the newspaper shut and folds it up again.

I think he might leave, but he turns back around to me. “Just stay out of the news completely. The focus needs to be on Drew right now.” As almost an afterthought he glances at Mazzy. “And his lovely fiancée, of course.”

My temples are starting to pound. All I want is for my dad to leave, but he snaps his fingers and points to Mazzy. “I almost forgot. Your future mother-in-law, my lovely wife, would like for you to accompany her for lunch tomorrow. I believe she would also like to do a little shopping. She always wanted a girl, but we had two sons, so she’s thrilled that you’ll be joining our family.”

And with that he finally strolls out the door.

Mazzy and I are both frozen in place until we hear my dad’s car engine start and then pull away. It’s almost like we’re both counting down the seconds before we feel comfortable enough to exhale the breath we’re holding.

“Oh, my God,” Mazzy exclaims when she finally looks at me.

“A little tense?” I joke.

“My heart feels like it’s going to pound right out of my chest.”

I want to take her into my arms and hold her, but I also don’t want to risk getting caught right out here in the foyer. Especially after being greeted by my dad standing right on the threshold. That was a little too close for comfort. 

“Sounds like you’ll be spending the day with my mom tomorrow.”

A pained expression spreads over Mazzy’s face, almost like I just slapped her.

“What’s wrong?” 

“Your mother terrifies me,” she admits.

I don’t want to laugh at her because she looks like she’s about ready to cry, so I say, “My mother terrifies everyone. Join the club.”

“Come with me,” she pleads.

As much as her appeal is tugging at my heartstrings I’d rather have my fingernails pulled out one by one while I’m forced to stand on hot coals than spend an afternoon with my mother.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” I say as gently as possible. “I don’t want to arouse any more suspicion, especially now that we know the slime sucking, lowlife paparazzi are sniffing around for a story.”

“Slime sucking? Really?”

“At least I got you to smile,” I reply.

“I’m not even sure what to talk to your mother about.”

“You don’t have to worry about it. My mother will talk enough for the two of you. Just smile and nod. That’s all you’ll be required to do.”

“She wants to start shopping for a wedding dress. There isn’t going to be a wedding.” I notice her voice gets much higher pitched when she’s nervous or upset. Right now it’s about two octaves higher than normal.

Even though I know I shouldn’t, I take Mazzy into my arms.  She practically melts into me and I can feel the tension release from her body. We stay wrapped in each other arms for a few minutes, neither one of us saying a word.

Being so close to her, feeling her body next to mine, smelling the fragrance of her sweet shampoo as her hair tickles my nose—it’s all a little too intoxicating.

I let my guard down even more and kiss her.

She doesn’t protest or push me away. She’s right there with me. And when she lets out a small moan of pleasure it fuels my desire even more.

I deepen the kiss and she allows my tongue to explore her mouth.

It doesn’t take long for my body to respond and for my dick to swell. I pull her closer so she can feel how hard she makes me.

We both nearly jump out of our skins when the front door pushes open and Drew enters.

Luckily we were startled apart far enough that we’re no longer in a completely compromising position, but I have to push my hands deep into the pockets of my jeans to tame my raging hard-on.

Drew looks back and forth between the two of us like he’s trying to see something that only Mazzy and I can see.

“I came home early to see if you wanted to get dinner,” Drew says to Mazzy.

She quickly nods. She still looks a little shell shocked from being interrupted right in the middle of our make-out session.