Chapter 12
The rest of the ride back to the hotel was made in silence, no music playing, tears streaming down her cheeks. Austin pulled into the hotel parking lot and wiped the tears away, knowing she had nobody to blame but herself. Sighing heavily, Austin slid out of the car and shut the door, pulling her purse over her shoulder, wrapping her arms around herself. She had to keep her distance from Randy until after the wedding. Austin couldn't back out of this, no matter how many doubts she was having. She loved John and Randy was married, unavailable. John was, though she was contemplating telling him about her and Randy's past.
Randy wandered the city, not caring if he got lost or about the time. Not like he was really working tonight, now was it? All he could do was replay his and Austin's history in his mind, how they had gotten together; their time apart, then the end...And now, after nine years, she was back in his life. And so was the love he had thought had died. So much for love. Groaning, he looked up, finally taking inventory of his surroundings and sighed.
Deciding to take the edge off and cool her body down from the heated kisses she shared with Randy, Austin changed into her black and gold bikini, wrapping a towel around her waist, and pinned her hair up before going downstairs to the pool area. She left her cell phone up in the room, not wanting to be disturbed, and sighed when she saw there was a hot tub along with a pool. She would go in the hot tub later, after she was cooled off, glad nobody else was in here and set her towel on one of the chairs near the hot tub. Walking over to the deep end, Austin closed her eyes and dived in, proceeding to do laps and let the cool water rush over her, shoving Randy in the back recesses of her mind.
Randy had somehow wandered his ass right back to the hotel, taking the back way to his room, figuring even more walking wasn't really going to hurt. Then he froze, passing by the pool room and stepped back, peering through the window cut in the door. He groaned, watching as Austin swam.
"I'm going to burn in hell for this." He muttered, pushing open the door quietly, and stepped in.
Her arms sliced through the water, keeping her eyes closed, just envisioning nothing except what she was doing. It was calming and cooling her down, her entire body drenched and the bikini clung to her like a second skin. John, Randy, the wedding, everything was temporarily put on hold as she moved, the beat of her heart thudding lightly against the water. She did a few more laps before finally swimming over to the edge and pulled herself out of the pool, sighing in contentment. Her ring was off, not wanting it to slip off during her lap session, currently up in the hotel room. Reaching back, Austin took the clip out of her hair, letting it fall in wet waves down her back and shoulders, fluffing it with her fingers before taking her towel, patting her face dry.
The suddenly tightening sensation in his jeans told Randy his erection had just reached a dangerous point and was about to lose circulation. He could only watch her, watch as she pulled her toned and trimmed body from the pool. Watch as she shook her hair out. Watch the water running down her body...He was burning alright, more than ready to either dive into that pool for a cool down or take her right here, right now.
"Fuck it." He crossed the room to her in a few easy strides and turned Austin so he was staring down at her, blue eyes burning with desire and a few other things, bending down to kiss her passionately.
The fire within her instantly erupted again, his lips against hers feeling like heaven as she wrapped her arms around his neck, his own pressing her against him. What was he doing here? She left him to walk, how did he know she'd be in here? Why was it everywhere she turned he was there, tormenting her with his hot kisses, forcing her into submission? Austin didn't understand it and moaned in his mouth; nails running lightly against the back of his head as he didn't have enough hair for her to grab onto. No matter what, Austin loved him and, just by the way he couldn't keep away or stop kissing her, he loved her too. That just made her heart both ache and fill with anguish and love.
Was it love or lust?
Randy had learned a long time ago not to equate the two together. There could always be sex without love and he was wondering which of it he felt for her, maybe both. He didn't know nor want to figure it out either, knowing that would only lead to even more heartbreak. Something always interrupted them, each and every time. He was taking advantage of the moment, strong hands roaming her bikini clad body, igniting her with the same fire that had burned within since seeing her again.
His hands were like liquid fire singing her skin, nails running from his head down his chest and upper back, moaning even louder. He was kissing her like he hadn't seen her in years; like it was the last time, like he wouldn't breathe without her lips against his...she felt the same way. This was wrong, but how could something so exquisite and wonderful feel so wrong? Their tongues entwined together, tasting each other as she ran her hands up and down his shirt covered chest, which was now soaked through from her wet body. God she wanted him, craved him, a yearning she never felt before and knew she couldn't push him away.
While kissing her, Randy opened his eyes, taking in what he could of the room; he spotted an open archway with a sign indicating it was a changing room. Not breaking the kiss, he lifted Austin up, feeling her legs wrapping around his waist and carried into the empty side room, pinning her to the wall. Unless she stopped him, he was going to have her this time.
"Randy, wait..." She whispered against his lips, pulling back enough to breathe, chest rising and falling rapidly.
They were in a changing room of all places and someone was bound to walk in. They couldn't get caught. Austin moaned when he kissed her again, this time even more passionately than the first, forcing her to submit to him and ran her hand up his shirt. Nails grazing flesh, Austin loved the feel of his abs against her touch. Just as Randy was about to untie her top, his cell phone went off, causing the kiss to break.
She seen Randy curse and felt her feet lower to the ground, the passion haze in her mind lifting. She heard the name 'Sammy' come out of his mouth and immediately walked away, the cold harsh reality crashing over her like a tidal wave. While Randy was on the phone with his wife, Austin made a fast retreat, grabbing her things and headed back to her room, tears filling her eyes.
Randy could only give automatic answers to his wife while his mind gradually took back over, the blood once more returning to the rest of his body. Damn it, he was being teased with Austin; it was becoming a look, don't touch deal. Every time he got close, something or someone interrupted. Maybe this was purgatory.
"You're coming when?" He asked, interrupting her, inwardly cursing.
"In a few days." Samantha answered promptly, nodding at her flavor of the day as he walked over to press a kiss to her lips, pulling the phone away so Randy couldn't hear, a smile adorning her lips. "I think it's time we start acting like a husband and wife, don't you?" Her voice dropped to a seductive tone, licking her lips. "I need you Randy and I have a feeling you need me. I'll be there on Tuesday. Unless you don't want me on the road with you?"
"Oh no, of course I do honey." Randy said quickly, wondering if she was serious. What better way to get Austin out of his mind then his beautiful wife joining him on the road? He groaned softly at the tone her voice had taken, that did nothing to help his current issues. "I need you alright, Sammy." He murmured huskily, glad Austin had left; she probably wouldn't like hearing this. Not that she should care.
When Randy said he loved her, Samantha just said ditto and hung up, saying she couldn't wait to see him on Tuesday, which was four days away.
Austin arrived at her room and slammed the door shut, her back pressed against it as the tears flowed down her cheeks, dropping her to her knees. Her heart was pounding a furious tattoo in her chest and Austin wasn't sure how much more she could take. John wasn't here to satisfy her burning and she needed him right now!
"Damn it!" She whispered in-between sobs, pulling herself up on shaky legs, and threw her things to the side before going to take an ice cold shower. She wanted to be chilled, her lips still burning from Randy's kiss.
Randy somehow made it to his hotel room without dying, wondering if a person could die from lack of sex, sort of like being dehydrated. Sighing, he kicked the door shut behind him, peeling off his shirt and tossed it on top of his duffel bag. Four days. Four days and he could screw his wife's brains out. Providing he didn't totally lose it and snatch Austin up first.
Austin ran outside the following day and jumped into John's waiting arms, wrapping her own around his neck as their lips met in an explosive kiss, feeling him hold her close to him. "God I missed you." She whispered against his lips, staring back into his blue eyes, wearing blue jeans with a Cena t-shirt, green eyes sparkling back at him.
Austin decided what's been happening between her and Randy would pass, especially now that his wife was coming on the road. That was good. She could get back to being the faithful fiancée, even though she hadn't cheated on him technically.
John had been expecting her to be happy to see him, but not this damn happy. "Sheesh baby, I was only gone for one night." He teased, pressing his forehead to hers for a moment before gently holding her back at arm's length, taking in her outfit. "I love the clothes." He laughed, pulling her back to him for a hug. "I missed you too, Austin." He whispered in her ear.
Tears swelled in her eyes as Austin blinked them away, slowly being lowered to her feet, and laced her fingers with his as he kissed her lips softly. "How's your mom doing?" She asked as they walked back inside the hotel, wanting to hear all about his stay with Carol, bypassing Randy on the way to the elevator.
Her eyes were only for John as she leaned her head against his arm, laughing at something he said about throwing his shoe at his brothers. Whenever John got mad about something, he would throw his shoe at them. It was hilarious to witness, though he'd never thrown his shoe at her. He knew better.
He knew better was right; he had to sleep with Austin and didn't much like the idea of one day waking up to find his balls had been cut off and then mixed with his breakfast. "So...what'd you do?" He asked when he was done talking, staring down at her. He was glad he'd seen his family, but wished she could have gone with him. "You and Rando have fun? Or did you threaten him with bodily harm if he spills to me about the dress?"
"It was fun, but not as much fun as I'd have with you." She replied, lying through her teeth, and smiled when he kissed her softly. "And yes, I did threaten him bodily harm if he told you about the dress."
That was another lie.
They would never stop now and Austin felt horrible. She felt like her world was caving in around her and nothing would stop it from happening. What if she did tell him about her and Randy knowing each other? Would that change anything? Austin wasn't going to find out, not about to take that risk, too selfish to find out the truth. She would marry him and then everything would be fine. Austin was sure of it as they arrived in their hotel room. Samantha would soon be on the road with Randy and life could go back to normal between her and John.
John had noticed something was amiss with his fiancée, not always as dumb as he came off, and contemplated asking her about it. Something told him Austin would just blow it off and sighed softly, wondering if she was having pre-wedding jitters, even though they had a few months to go. "I love you." He said quietly, turning to stare down at her.
"I love you too." She replied without hesitation and felt John pull her into his arms, passionately kissing her, knowing he missed her while he was away.
Austin wasn't in the mood, but she had no choice in the matter, allowing him to guide her down on the bed. In the three years they'd been together, Austin always wanted to have sex, make love, fuck, whatever they called it at the time. It varied as John slowly undressed her, knowing he was going to take his time to enjoy her. Austin enjoyed it, immensely, but all she could think about was Randy and kept the tears at bay until they were finished, putting everything she had into this bout with John. She had to keep him in the dark, not wanting to hurt him.
John had to wonder where all that came from then grinned. "You DID miss me, didn't you?" He teased, body coated in sweat, laying down on his back, reaching for her, blue eyes sparkling at her. "Damn baby, if that's how it's going to be; maybe I should go away more often?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her, completely unaware anything was wrong.
Austin giggled back at him through raspy breaths, running her finger down his cheek and kissed him softly, lingeringly. At least the burning within her body, that Randy forced her to feel over the past few days without John, was gone and she was content for the most part. "We haven't made love in three days, it was overdue."
She smiled when he pulled her on top of him, head resting on his chest, and felt him kiss the top of her head while her eyes closed. How could she make love with her fiancé while thinking of another man? The thought repulsed her and Austin was thinking about going back to Atlanta until after the wedding was finalized, wondering if working for the WWE was really worth this.
John smiled, nodding his agreement about the love making being overdue, kissing the side of her head lingeringly. "We'll have to make sure that never happens again." He promised, wrapping his arms around her tightly, making a low, contented noise from deep within his chest. "I'm so happy, Aus." He murmured. "I have to be the luckiest guy, finding you..."
"No, I'm the lucky one, John." She whispered softly, lacing their fingers together and rested them over her heart, a few silent tears sliding down her cheeks.
Austin wasn't good enough for him and she knew it.
She was a whore; a filthy, dirty whore who apparently took pleasure in destroying lives. First Randy and now John, who she was trying like hell not to hurt. He was happy with her and she was laying there wishing it was another man holding her. After John fell asleep, Austin extracted herself from his arms and went to take a shower. She could cry her heart out in there because her tears would wash away with the water.
John didn't even feel her go, though he did roll over and drape an arm over her side of the bed, frowning in his sleep. He pulled her pillow to him, burying his face in it, and inhaled her scent. "Austin..." He murmured, a happy, dreamy smile spreading across his face. She was there, even in his dreams; he couldn't get his beautiful fiancée out of his head.
Honestly, he didn't want too.
