Chapter 10
She couldn't speak or barely breathe, lifting her arms up when his hands pushed her tank top up and over her head, tossing the material behind him as he kissed her again. A smile formed on her lips as she cupped his face, their tongues dueling together, both wanting the upper hand, both needing to get some serious aggression and frustration out. Not to mention Austin knew Randy still loved her; he couldn't kiss her like this without feeling something.
She was fighting him for control of this interlude and Randy wasn't having it. Nine years had changed them both, it was almost like they would have to learn about each other all over again and he silently thanked his lucky stars that John would be stuck signing autographs for a few more hours. Randy was planning on exploiting this moment for all he could. Grunting, he turned and dropped her down onto the bed, moving so he was hovering over her, blue eyes dark with unveiled desire.
The look in his eyes sent her heart racing, every tendon of her body igniting in tiny flames that only added to the fire deep within her. She couldn't speak to him; green eyes now a dark forest green, telling him all he needed to know. He kissed her again, causing another moan to erupt from her as her hand snaked down to unsnap his jeans, shoving them down his long muscular legs, letting her body do the talking, her motions and actions. She wanted him; there was no doubt about that. She wanted him more than anything in the world, craving to feel him inside of her after nine long, grueling years.
Impatiently, Randy kicked aside his jeans and boxers, letting them fall to the floor. He let her eyes feast on him for a moment before ridding her of her own clothes, hesitating when he seen her nude for the first time in nearly a decade. The afternoon sunlight bathed her in a warm glow. He was almost afraid to touch her…almost.
The way the sun reflected off of his tanned, smooth body caused her eyes to darken even more, the laptop on the floor now thanks to Randy setting it aside. Austin slowly backed up on the bed with him crawling towards her, tears forming in her eyes. "I missed you." She said barely above a whisper, voice cracking and pulled him on top of her as their lips met again. Thighs parting for him instantly, Austin hissed out when he brushed against her.
Whatever happened after this, Austin would suffer through, but at least she'd have this one memorable afternoon with Randy. She slid her ring off of her finger while he kissed her, setting it on the nightstand, not wanting it on while he made love to her. It was like they were seventeen again and taking each other's innocence in the back of his truck under the stars. Austin let that memory sweep her away as Randy wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him hungrily.
Randy brushed the head of his throbbing cock up and down her wet slit, preparing to enter her when his cell phone went off. He had assigned different ringers for every contact, groaning. The reminder of John was enough to deflate him, pushing away from her with a disgusted grunt.
"Hello?"
"Everything going alright? I got Austin's voicemail."
Randy glanced at her, seeing she was confused and sexually frustrated, much like him. Good, he wasn't the only one suffering, though John would very likely reap the benefits of this. "Yeah, she's right here, we were browsing through the dresses."
John.
Austin's mind cleared instantly of the passion haze and looked down at herself, her eyes widening and looked at her left hand. She snatched the ring and slid it on her finger before hopping up from the bed, tears in her eyes. What the HELL had she been THINKING nearly sleeping with Randy?! Austin was trembling as she yanked her clothes from the floor, seeing Randy was trying to dissuade John of what the dress looked like. Randy had to leave, NOW, before something else happened…like screwing each other's brains out.
Randy was more than aware she was having a breakdown, watching as she rushed around trying to dress, sitting back down on the bed calmly. He didn't care that he was naked. They weren't going to have sex that was obvious. Considering, only a moment ago, he had been ready to screw her into the mattress, being shy just seemed stupid. He lit up a cigarette, trying to sound amused as he talked with his completely unaware best friend.
"Nope, sorry, can't tell you." Randy chuckled, taking a drag.
Austin stopped and just dropped her head, walking over to sit on the bed and lit a cigarette up before snatching the phone from Randy. "You're not finding out about the dress, Johnny." She was shaking a little, but for the moment she was calm as a cucumber. "You'll find out on our wedding day." She nodded, flicking ash in the ashtray Randy handed her, lips very swollen and her hair was tousled, hanging all around her shoulders and back, bunched somewhat on top of her head. "I'll see you in a few hours. I love you too." She felt pained when she said that and hung up, snapping the cell phone shut, just staring straight ahead, wearing a bra with a pair of black cotton shorts.
What the hell just happened?
Knowing she was probably having one hell of a guilt trip, Randy didn't say anything. Other than hurting John, he didn't feel TOO bad. Well, he was mildly concerned what his wife would do if she ever found out he had about fucked his ex, but...She wasn't GOING to find out. He stubbed out his cigarette and got up, beginning to dress, his back to her, muscles flexing with every movement.
"You going to tell John?" He demanded gruffly.
"No, are you going to tell your wife?" She countered softly, staring up at him and watched as he turned around to face her, tears glistening in her green eyes. She was trembling and it wasn't because she was scared of John finding out; her body was screaming at her in protest. When he asked if she regretted it, Austin could only shake her head, taking another drag of her cigarette. "I don't regret anything I do, Randy, or have you forgotten that part?"
"Interesting. You don't regret leaving me and you don't regret almost fucking me even though your fiancé is my best friend." Randy mused, shrugging as he pulled on his t-shirt. His eyes narrowed, bending over her. He plucked the cigarette from her and took a long drag off of it, blowing the smoke away before passing it back, mystic eyes never leaving hers.
Austin stared back into them, the longing evident in hers, swallowing hard and felt him brush his lips against hers. Her eyes slowly closed before feeling him pull back. Why was he TORMENTING her like this?! "I left you because you gave me a damn ultimatum. We were twenty years old, Randy..." She sighed heavily, knowing no matter what she said, what she did, nothing rectified what almost happened between them. "I don't know what you want from me. You're married with a wife, with the life you wanted..." Austin couldn't even look at the ring on her finger, knowing it didn't belong there and she didn't deserve it, taking another drag of her cigarette before handing it over to him. "I'm sorry; I don't know what else to say."
"You could say you enjoyed what WOULD have happened between us if John hadn't called." Randy said evenly, watching her face intently. When she just looked at him, he shrugged, going for his shoes. "Forget it Austin, you always were good at it." He said, sounding tired as he headed for the door, shoes in hand. "Catch you later."
"Damn it Randy!" She practically shouted at him, stopping him from going out the door, and stood up from the bed as their eyes locked again. "I enjoyed what happened and I want to kill John for interrupting us. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Tears spilled down her cheeks as she walked away from him and felt his hand wrap around her arm, pressing her body against his, those eyes causing her insides to melt all over again. "Why did you kiss me?" She managed to choke out; trembling against him from how much raw desire and emotion was coursing through her.
"Because I wanted too." It was a simple enough answer and, for the most part, true.
A second later, he was kissing her again, pouring nine years worth of pain, sorrow, agonizing heartache and love into it. All of the emotions stemming from her. When she was breathless, he let go, watching her reel away, blue eyes filled with the emotions he had just avalanched her with. He shook his head and walked out.
Austin dropped to her knees as the tears poured down her face, wrapping her arms around herself, watching him walk out the door away from her. "Damn it." She choked out, not able to move from that spot, staying hunched over for an hour straight.
Finally, she pulled herself up from the floor and sat on the bed, raking hands through her hair, and took the pillow he was leaning against, inhaling it. God he smelled so good. Austin felt her heart shatter in her chest as she tossed the pillow back on the bed and went to take a shower; As much as she didn't want too, Austin did not want to smell like another man around her unsuspected fiancé.
Randy hit the shower as soon as he was safe in his hotel room, not bothering with the cold water. He just gripped his painfully throbbing erection and pumped his hand furiously, his mind providing him with ample imagery. Austin's nude body swam to the forefront of his mind; the taste and feel of her lips, he was finished.
"Honey, I'm hooommmeee!"
Austin smiled back at him, typing on her laptop, wearing her jeans and white tank top, hair up the way it was when he left her a few hours later. They had to go to the arena, though Austin had other plans. "Would you mind if I stayed at the hotel tonight honey? I have so much work to get done for this wedding and my fitting appointment is early in the morning." She explained, staring back into his blue eyes, the sparkling diamond ring on her finger where it was supposed to be, even though Austin felt sick seeing the happiness pour forth from John. "I promise I won't do it often, but I can work from here and your schedule will be completed when you get back tonight."
John studied her thoughtfully, moving to sit down beside her on the bed, taking her hand in his and raised it to his mouth, brushing his lips against her knuckles. "That's fine, baby. I know all this traveling has got to be rough on you." He said softly, knowing she probably needed some downtime anyway, not used to this hectic lifestyle. Hell, it was hard on anyone, but it took a long time to get used to it. "I love you, Austin."
"I love you too, John." She did; she truly did love John, but Randy held a piece of her that was bigger than the entire universe. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his, rubbing his nose, and smiled when he reluctantly pulled his hand away from hers. "Tomorrow, plan on doing something else because you're NOT coming with me for my fitting." Austin stated, voice stern and smirked when John just saluted with her with a grin, causing her to laugh. "Go on, you have a match tonight and I have work to do." She accepted his kiss before he got ready.
"Bossy wench." John teased, wondering what his mother would say if he dropped in to visit her unexpectedly. She'd probably have a heart attack, or co-cock him with her giant rolling pin. That thought amused him. He finally grabbed his duffel bag, glancing at Austin and sighed, already missing her. Damn, he was getting sappy. Smiling, he walked over to kiss his beautiful fiancée on the top of her head. "I'll see you tonight, gorgeous." He murmured tenderly.
"I'll be here." She grinned back at him and leaned up as their lips connected in another soft kiss, her hand caressing his face and watched as he walked out of the hotel room, having kept the tears in.
As soon as she heard the click of the door, Austin immediately let them flow down her face freely, shaking her head back and forth, and drew her knees up. She was horrible! Simply the worst human being on the face of the planet. Austin was fine up until she seen Randy again; now he was all she could think about. She wanted him to take her far away from here, so they could be together, but knew that would never happen. He was messing with her to get revenge on what happened nine years ago. Sniffling, Austin wiped her tears away and just stared out the window as the rain poured in gallons from the sky.
"Where's your woman?"
"She needed a night in; she has her dress fitting in the morning." John said, falling into step beside his friend, walking towards the exit. "So...going to tell me about her dress?"
"No, but I could tell you about what'll be underneath it."
Poor John assumed Randy meant garter, looking like a boy at Christmas.
