Page 33 of Knot Yours

Austin bypasses the garage, parking to the right of the house. He collects my bag from the back and frees Piper from her confines. I step down from the truck and turn in a circle, taking in the leaves rustling on the breeze and birds chirping in the branches. “Come on. I’ll show you around.”

I follow Austin to the wide front porch, and he places a hand on my back to lead me inside. Rich hardwood floors lead in every direction from the entry. The walls are light gray with trim to match the floor. The ceiling is over twice my height, putting it at least eleven feet high.

An office sits off to the left, surrounded by mostly glass walls. To the right is a dining room. The living room is straight ahead, with the kitchen to the right of it. “The garage and laundry are that way,” he gestures down a hall to the right. “The stairs are there as well. The master suite is to the left.”

Austin turns left with my bag and leads me to his room. “I’ll put your things in here, but you’re welcome to use one of the spare rooms.” Winking, he adds, “Mine has the best bathroom.”

The whole house is artfully decorated, and I say so just to make conversation.

“I can’t take credit for that. I hired someone. My frat boy style of bachelor living has been over for some time.”

Austin’s bedroom matches the color of the rest of the house. A large bed takes up the middle of one side, and the back wall is almost all glass. Like the rest of the house, the bathroom has a heavy timber and rich wood ceiling to match the dark tile. The shower is made of river rock, and the countertop is a thick floating concrete slab. Beneath a large picture window is a gigantic freestanding copper tub.

“It’s… wow.”

I approach the window, looking out over a sprawling tile deck with a fireplace on the far end. Beneath the bathroom window is a garden area with a waterfall and koi pond. The backyard features a stone platform island with another fireplace on one end before a vast seating area and outdoor kitchen.

Noticing my amazement, Austin steps close, lining up his front to my back. “Outside of work, this house is all I’ve had to spend my time and money on for the last ten years.”

I’ve lived in mansions and penthouses, and none come close to the dreamlike beauty here. Austin has done well. “This place is incredible.”

Austin takes my hand and leads me to the back deck. Piper beats us there, having gone through the sophisticated doggie door. Along the way, Austin lifts the seat of a bench beneath the living room windows, retrieving a bag of fish food. He places some in my hand when we reach the pond's edge, and I spend the next few minutes feeding the giant fish.

I dust my hands off when finished and wander to the seating area in the center of the yard. Austin steps up to my back, wrapping his arms around my waist. “It’s quiet, peaceful. Hopefully, you can find respite here.”

I turn and loop my arms around his neck. “Your home is beautiful, but it isn’t the house that brings me peace.”

He meets me halfway when I push onto my toes. What was meant to be a sweet kiss quickly burns hotter than I can withstand. Maybe it’s the desperation of my situation. Perhaps it’s the serenity of my surroundings. Maybe it’s just Austin.

Whatever it is, I don’t care as I pull Austin’s black Knot Corp t-shirt from his black uniform pants. Austin draws back long enough to throw the cotton to the ground and reaches for the hem of my tank.

The clouds rolling in from the west, heavy with rain, cover half the sky in dark purples and blacks. The other half is clear enough to let the sun filter through the trees, casting orange light on the elevated outdoor living room. The sharp shadows they create dance across Austin’s muscular chest. Hypnotizing.

He steps back, pulling me with him toward the plush patio sofa. I go willingly.

Austin drags my bralette upward as he moves, tossing it away like our shirts. He falls onto the sofa cushion, taking me with him. Instead of pawing at my breasts or latching on with his hot mouth, Austin wraps his big arms around me, holding me tightly against him.

Austin burrows his face in my neck, not in any kind of rush. Time freezes in the stillness of the moment. My gut, on the other hand, tells me to enjoy Austin while I can. A clock ticks down in my head until our time will be up. No matter how much I want to ignore it or wish it away, I can’t.

I untangle myself from his arms, giving in to the sense of urgency, and slip off his lap. Wanting to return some of the pleasure he’s brought me, I fall to my knees before him and reach for his belt. Austin doesn’t stop me as I release him from his pants.

His dick stands thick and ready, and my tongue darts out and swipes over my bottom lip. I stroke my hands up Austin’s powerful thighs just as the clouds let loose the rain they carry.

Instead of seeking shelter, the sexy man leans back, letting the drops splatter against his chest. The rain collecting in Austin’s hair shimmers like orange diamonds in the sunset. My lover looks like a dark character in an old film noir. The scene is so surreal I have to stop and take in the view.

The rain falling on me is cold but not enough to chill my overheated blood. I lean forward, licking up Austin’s hot length, grinning when he hisses. I suck him down, lifting off my knees enough to slip off my shorts and panties. Austin sinks his fingers into my hair, combing through the strands before fisting his hand to pull me closer. He groans when I take him deep and squeeze his shaft with both hands.

Austin’s long fingers release their punishing grip on my hair to grab onto the back of the sofa. The skin stretching over his knuckles turns white, and Austin’s murmurs of pleasure and approval fill my ears. “God, baby. Just. Like. That.”

His praise rolls over my flesh, making me want to hear more. I renew my efforts, determined to drive Austin to the brink, but I don’t get to experience him blowing apart. He jerks me off the patio floor, grinding out, “No. In you.”

Austin pulls me onto his lap, spearing into me in one motion. I cry out and arch my back, and Austin lifts my hips, slamming me down again. He reaches so much deeper like this. Every plunge hits a spot that’s as pleasurable as it is painful. As long as he keeps doing it, I’m happy to walk that line.

I roll my hips, wanting to be the force that makes Austin shatter. When I push him to lie back again, he releases his hold and lets me take control.

My face lifts skyward, raindrops falling softly on my eyelids. “Marisol.”

The hunger distorting his voice makes Austin sound feral, a monster holding back his attack. I look down at him to see the dangerous predator he hides within. “Don’t look away again.”

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