Page 70 of Ghosted By Texas

“Becs, I don’t think you have to worry about impressing my dad.”

“Why is that?”

“He threatened to kick my ass across town and back if I didn’t put things right with you.”

“Aw, that’s sweet. I love him already.”

Austin’s eyes went so soft, it looked like he would melt right there in front of me. It was a look I couldn’t resist even in my angriest moments. I was damned with the emotionally beautiful day we shared. That was why, when he leaned in to kiss me, I never stopped him.

Austin’s lips singed my own with their heat, forcing me to immediately open to him so he could cool that fire with a deeper kiss.

It didn’t work. The fire only grew between us until there was a raging damn inferno on my couch. I didn’t even realize when he picked me up and shifted us, so that my body rested fully on the couch, while Austin’s form hovered over mine. His kisses were frantic as my fingers clawed at his shirt to get it untucked from the pants that he’d worn that day. Why in sexy man heaven had he worn pants? Or a shirt for that matter?

Eventually, I had the man stripped down to his boxer briefs as he worshipped the mounds of cleavage that spilled out of the top of my bra. I hadn’t even realized my shirt had come off along with his. That was the drugging magic of his kisses. They were meant to be bottled and sold to induce euphoria among the masses, but I was a greedy thing and refused to share. Everyone else would have to live with the misery of never knowing how it felt to be worshipped by Austin.

I knew there was a certain level of crazy talk going on in my mind again, but I couldn’t fathom being wrong about this. About him. Not again. I just knew that my body needed what his could give and I’d deal with the consequences later.

“Becs, I need you,” he whispered. I fully agreed until I felt his underwear sliding down between our legs and then a tiny bit of clarity bounced back into my brain.

“I don’t have condoms.”

His hand landed on my belly to caress the skin there with the barest tickle from his fingertips. “I think the damage is already done.”

“I’m not worried about pregnancy,” I argued.

He swallowed and looked me straight in the eye. I had a checkup when we were apart and I’m clean, but Becs, I haven’t been with anyone else since you.”

“That’s a lie, or did you forget that Clea and I saw you and Jordan together?”

“You saw us kiss, and that is the only time that happened, since you and I reunited in February. I explained before that I tried to appease her, but when I saw you…”

“I watched you go in for a kiss specifically that day,” I reminded him.

“It was because she tried to feed me the popcorn with Reese’s Pieces in it,” he admitted sullenly. “I was trying to stop her from doing it.”

“You had to remind me about that,” I muttered and pushed on his chest to move him off me.

“That’s not something I ever shared with her. I used to do it when I went to the movies with Houston and Dallas, and they talked about it in front of her at some point, I guess. I don’t think Jordan ever realized that was something I started because of you, considering I never did it when I was with her. She ordered everything, to try to cheer me up, when she dragged me to the movies that night, thinking that it was something special I usually did with my brothers.”

He must have seen the indecision on my face, because he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “I swear to you that I’m telling the truth about all of it. I haven’t slept with her since last year, a couple months before you and I got back together. You can ask Houston about the candy in the popcorn if you need to, he’ll tell you.”

“I believe you,” I muttered.

“Still, killed the mood, huh?”

“Little bit,” I answered as we both took in the fact that he was still sitting there with his boxer briefs tangled around his ankle and I was stripped down to my bra and panties. “Well, this was one way to come up with names for our kid, I guess,” I joked.

“Did you want to name him Randy?” Austin teased.

“Oh, no! That would be awful, especially if he ends up anything like your younger brother. Did Clea tell you about the chocolate sauce and the blow job queen in the back room of the club on Valentine’s Day?”

Austin laughed. “No, but I’m not surprised. Dallas marches to the beat of his own throbbing dick.”

“Well, that was obvious, what with his penchant for diaper wearing.”

Austin kicked his underwear off his foot and turned to me. “Do you think we could discuss baby names from the comfort of your bed?”

“While naked?” I asked.

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