Page 82 of Alive and Wells

“Aus, I love—oh my God.”Sweet, flooding relief starts at my scalp and works its way to my toes.

Half an hour passes; two more orgasms send my world spinning and my heart racing. A hum, like TV static, moves across my skin. Austin kisses his way back up my body until his mouth is devouring mine, the sweet taste of my arousal on his tongue. A needy groan rumbles in his throat as I grab hold of his hard cock.

“Fuck me, please. Make me yours,” I whisper into him, my body wriggling under his. Straining to feel his cock, praying he’ll satiate my need to have him inside me.

“Darlin’, you were made for me. You’ve always been mine and you always will be.” The tip of his cock notches at my entrance and I whimper, which makes him smile. “But if my girl needs to be fucked to prove it, who am I to say no?”

He presses into me with a gravelly moan. Austin grabs my ankles, tossing them onto his shoulders. His cock grinds into my body. The grip he has on my thighs should be painful, but it only adds to the tightly coiled warmth deep in my core.

“Fuck, you take me so well.” He throws his head back with a forceful thrust that has the headboard smashing into the wall.

Just when I think I can’t take another breath without coming, he pulls out and slams back in. The arches of my feet cramp and my legs won’t stop vibrating as I writhe under him. I dig my nails into his thighs, looking up at him with weary, bedroom eyes. Every part of my body is delicate and aching—both with desire and exhaustion.

“Aus, I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“You tappin’ out, darlin’?”

“One more,” I groan as his pumps slow. “Let me have one more.”

He bends down, licking me slowly, and basking in the space between my thighs. Knowing exactly what it’ll take to push me over the edge for the final time, he spits directly onto my clit and rubs it with his thumb. My eyes have rolled too far back in my head to watch him spit on his cock, but I hear it just before he plunges back inside me and I come completely fucking unravelled.

My thighs tremble out of control and I’m filled with warmth as his hot cum fills me. My ankles fall from his shoulders and wrap lazily around his waist. Keeping him in place while his chest heaves.

“You okay?” he murmurs against my hair.

“Tired, a bit sore, and the most content I think I’ve ever been.”

Everything feels perfectly in place. The threat of KJ is gone, Austin’s still inside me, and his breathy voice is whispering how much he loves me.

“I’m officially famished. But I also don’t want to leave here.”

“Then let me go get you food.” He pushes up and I tighten my legs around him, keeping him exactly where he belongs.

“No, I don’t want you to move.” I laugh. “I bet Kate would send over a breakfast tray with one of the guys, if we asked.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “Do you really want somebody to bring food in here with my cock still inside you? You look stunning, but I’m in a compromising position and would rather my brothers not walk in on this. We have some stuff here. Let me go make you some food.”

“Ugh, fine.” I let go of my hold on his waist and feel every inch reluctantly pulling away.

“Don’t worry, darlin’. We’ll get right back to it after I make sure you’re fed and taken care of.”

As tempting as it is to never leave the confines of Austin’s house, it’s also not practical. Especially given the lack of real groceries in his fridge. Had I known nearly the entire crew would be waiting at the big house when we showed up for dinner, maybe I would’ve been okay surviving without food for tonight.

Beryl’s the first to pull me into an embrace when we step into the busy kitchen. My eyes shut and I breathe in her comforting scent, taking a second to ignore the weight of everybody staring. “You’re okay, honey. Brave, brave girl,” she whispers.

The moment her skinny arms begin to ease up, Kate’s tugging me into her. I’m a rag doll being torn between the two.

“Okay, let me go, you guys.” I laugh and slip out from between them. Only to end up, shockingly, in Denny’s arms. Squeezing me so tight, I groan.

“You good, Filly?” Denny asks as he lets go. “That was a bit wild last night.”

“Alive and well, thanks to you guys.”

“He’s a real piece of work. Denny had to give him a couple more smacks on the drive back to town because he wouldn’t shut up.” Colt strides across the kitchen and wraps an arm around my shoulders in a side hug. “He’s long gone, though. Peeled outta town so damn fast. We tried following him down the highway for a while, but he lost us pretty quick.”

“Thank you,” I say quietly, giving the guys a tight-lipped smile. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you all hadn’t turned up.”

“Love ya, Filly,” Denny says.

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