Page 40 of Ghosted By Texas

“I love that you don’t bow down to other people’s expectations and do things your own way.”

He grinned at me as we walked into an open concept space that housed a giant fireplace in the back corner with a large, gray leather sectional placed strategically in front of it to soak up the ambiance. The kitchen and dining area were open to everything as well, and to the left was a gorgeous wood beamed staircase with stone steps that matched the outside of the house perfectly.

“That staircase alone is a masterpiece,” I commented.

“Glad you like it because we’re going up. I’ll give you the grand tour of the whole place in the morning. You’ll appreciate it more with the light streaming in, anyway.”

“I appreciate it enough now, even in the dim lighting, but I’ll take your word for it.”

We ascended the masterpiece of a staircase and immediately I fell in love with the large loft area that was open to the full width of the first floor from the front to rear of the house. The fireplace along with the full expanse of the living room, and a bit of the dining area and entryway was visible. The kitchen and anything else that came beneath where we stood and back weren’t visible, obviously.

There appeared to be a hallway, or maybe another, smaller staircase on the opposite side of the loft from where we stood. It seemed to stretch in the opposite direction as the one we’d come up. “What is down there?” I asked for clarification.

“There’s a smaller stairwell that leads down near the backdoor in the kitchen, in case of emergencies,” Austin whispered in my ear.

“I can’t wait to see this place in the daylight,” I murmured.

“I know, and you will.” He tugged gently on my hand to get me moving again. “Let’s go, so I can show you what my bedroom looks like in the dark.”

I giggled as he pulled me along down a wide hallway in front of the main stairs we’d just come up. We passed one door on the left and there were several lining the right side, but we ended up ducking into the second one on the left before I could really see much else.

My clothes were peeled off by overeager hands before we even made it to the grand bed with the large wooden posts that had to be at least six and a half feet high at each corner. I really couldn’t wait to see the bed in the full light of day, too. That would not stop me from putting it to full use until then.

As my bare back rested against his still-shirt-clad front, Austin grabbed my breasts with each hand, and it felt like a perfect fit as his fingers wrapped around and held their weight.

“Fuck, Trouble. I wish we had the lightshow of that art exhibit here right now, to paint your gorgeous skin in beautiful stars.” He leaned down and licked my neck before nipping just below my ear as he squeezed my breasts roughly in his hands again.

“Close your eyes and picture being back there. We were trapped after closing but figured out how to turn everything on.”

“Wouldn’t security notice?”

“Nah, they were too busy dealing with the ninjas trying to steal the show.”

“Ah! A clever distraction. Good thinking.”

One of his hands dipped down into my panties, the only clothing that still adorned my body. “I would touch you like this,” Austin slid a finger down the crease of my sex until he could dip the digit inside me and swirl it around in my increasing wetness.

“Anyone could come back at any time, though,” I breathed the words out in heavy, aroused pants.

“We better make time our bitch then, and make the most of it,” he countered as the man turned me to face him and then pushed me onto the edge of his bed. “We’re going to become one with those stars as I fuck you,” he insisted.

“Make me feel them,” I challenged as I arched my back and leaned up to nip at his beard covered jawline.

Austin pulled back only long enough to disrobe, then he crawled up my body and groaned against the base of my throat while placing the sweetest fucking open mouth kiss there. “I can’t wait,” his strained voice vibrated against my skin to emphasize his warning as he slid inside me.

“Oh, Austin,” I moaned his name the minute he slid so deep I could feel his pubic bone grind down against my clit and upper mound.

He picked one of my thighs up and lifted a little higher, using the crook of his arm to rest inside the groove of my leg, which opened me a little wider so his hips could hammer home without hinderance. His other hand slicked my hair back from my face as Austin stared down into my eyes. There was just enough moonlight coming from somewhere that I could make out his hungry look before he dipped down and kissed me completely fucking stupid.

Austin worked me through three incredible orgasms before succumbing to his own and tucking us both into the middle of his bed.

The post-sex haze and the incredibly comfy mattress lulled me into an easy sleep, but it only felt like my eyes had been closed mere minutes when something, or someone, banged on the front door like they were SWAT coming through the solid-wood construction with one of those battering ram thingamajigs.

“It’s probably Dallas being an ass as usual. You would think he didn’t have his own place to go at night,” Austin muttered as he quickly pulled on some sweatpants that made his butt look bitable as fuck.

I sat up, wondering if the wild Mercer brother would storm the upstairs, and decided that it was better to be prepared for Dallas than not. I grabbed Austin’s button up that he’d worn earlier and put it on before I heard voices raise downstairs. That was most definitely not Dallas.

Quickly, I slipped my pants and shoes back on and then hunted down my cell phone and the small cross-body purse I’d brought with me on my date. Then, I headed for the stairs and stood at the top where I could just peek down into the lower level without being spotted, thanks to the shadows the beams formed in the low lighting.

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