Page 11 of Always Yours

He chuckles and grips my foot. “I’m not.” He presses into my feet, moving from one to the other. I can’t stop the sounds that fall from my lips, and I don’t even try. Whatever he’s doing to me, it feels good.

He moves his hands up my calf and massages me there. “Fuck, Austin, that feels good.”

I can’t resist now. I open my eyes and watch him as his hands move up and down my legs. He’s smiling as he soothes my sore muscles.

His touch goes deeper, and I moan again. “Seriously, if this whole whiskey thing doesn’t pan out, then you could definitely get a job as a masseuse.”

“Ha! Good to know, but I don’t plan on going around giving around massages to people I don’t know.”

I roll my eyes and try to act like the thought of him giving massages to someone else doesn’t bother me when in fact, it drives me crazy. I instantly see red. Just the thought of him touching another woman has me tensing up.

He pats my leg. “What’s up? You’re supposed to be relaxing. Why are you tensed up? What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“Nothing.”

He pats my leg again and starts on the other one. I stretch my feet out and gasp as I feel it nudge against something hard and erect. I freeze. I should pull away and act like nothing happened, but that’s not who I am. I flex my foot again, and it’s still there. I’m not imagining it. “Uh, Austin?”

He adjusts my feet away from his bulge. His voice is low and strained. “Yeah, baby?”

I swear there’s a tug in my lower belly when he calls me baby. “Uh, what do you have going on down there?”

“If you’re going to moan like that, I’m going to react.”

I throw one arm over my eyes. “Good to know it only takes a sound.”

He stops massaging my feet and wraps both his hands around my ankles. “I’m not a pervert. It takes more than a sound.”

I grit my teeth. “Well, good thing you can go take care of it.”

I don’t want to think about him with another woman, and the idea that he may leave here and go to some woman to satisfy himself makes me ill.

His hands tighten on my ankles. “Ally…”

“What?” I ask him, unable to hide my anger.

“You sound mad.”

I soften my voice, even though my hands are still formed into fists. “I’m not mad. I mean, there’s no reason one of us shouldn’t be scratching their itch. Live it up, Austin. Have fun.”

He trails his thumbs in circles over my ankles, and I’m doing my best to not let my body react. He starts to stroke his finger up and down. “Soooooo, you think that I’m going to what? Go out, find some random woman to take care of my hard cock?”

I gasp and lift my arm from my eyes so I can see him. I can’t believe he just said that. Austin and I are close, but he’s never talked to me about stuff like this. My surprise doesn’t stop him, though. He continues, “I mean, that doesn’t seem fair, right? You’re the reason I’m in this condition. You’re the reason that I’m about to come in my shorts… and you think I should go and let some other woman take care of it?”

I lift my foot to kick at his leg. “Funny, Austin. You know I didn’t cause that.”

He shifts in his seat and sits up a little higher. “Trust me, Ally. You’re the only reason I’m like this.”

He drops that bombshell, and all I can do is stare at him, open-mouthed, in shock. Is he being for real right now? How long have I wished for something more with Austin? Only more than half my life. After high school, I knew I had no hope. He had girlfriend after girlfriend, and there was no way I could compare. I gave up any hope of thinking there could be something between us. I accepted that we would never be anything more than friends. So why is he acting like this?

Chapter8

Austin

“You’re just horny, Austin. You’ve been too busy trying to take care of your pregnant best friend instead of taking care of”—she points at my nether regions—“that. You need to go get laid.”

I stare at her, and I’m completely conflicted. I’ve always played it safe with her. Never have I ever allowed myself to flirt with her or say anything inappropriate, even though I’ve definitely had those thoughts. I shrug as I come to the conclusion that I’m done holding back. If I want Ally, I’m going to have to let her know I do. “I am horny. I haven’t had sex in a few years.”

It’s a bombshell for her. I know it is. She thinks I have some kind of active sex life, but the truth is, I don’t. She struggles on the couch, but I reach for her hand and pull her up as she practically shouts at me, “Do what? A few years? You’re lying.”

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