601 Twilight Ln. by Kat Baxter

Chapter 11

Selina

This day has just been too weird and I feel like my emotions are all over the place. I wipe my hands on one of my rags to clear off most of the oil, then I give my hands a good scrub in the sink at the back of barn, but I know from experience that only a shower will get that metal smell off of me.

I wait for Austin to come back in and I don’t know, is he going to be pissed that my stupid ex showed up? I don’t have to wonder at his reaction for very long because I hear the squealing of wheels peeling out and then Austin appears in the doorway. The sun illuminates him like he’s a goddamn super hero.

My body reacts immediately: nipples tighten, breathing shallows, pussy dampens. This man. I want to keep him. I want him to want to keep me. Thump, thump, thump, my heart is like the tail of a happy dog wagging when it sees its master. Because isn’t that the fucking truth of the matter? This man owns my heart. He owns me.

I don’t know if I can hide my feelings any longer. I don’t know if I even want to.

He strides towards me all graceful purpose and intention in his every move. His muscles and heat crowd into me and he forces me backwards until the edge of the work bench presses into my back.

“This is how this is going to go,” he says, his voice seemingly deeper and huskier. “We’re going to go home and you can shower or eat breakfast or whatever it is you need to do, then we’re spending the rest of the day in bed where I can taste every inch of your body. I’m so fucking hard right now, sweet girl, you should consider yourself lucky that I’m not insisting you get on your knees so I can fuck your mouth.”

My mouth falls open and I know I should have a sassy retort because women don’t like to be talked to like that. I hate when people tell me what to do. Yet, my panties are drenched and my body is on fire. I glance down at the front of his body and see the hard ridge behind his jean zipper.

Without another thought I do drop to my knees and get to work on his fastenings.

“Selina, don’t fucking tease me right now. I’m serious, my self-control is hanging by a tiny thread.”

I glance up at him as I pull down his zipper. “Not teasing.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says as he watches me pull out his dick.

I’m not hundred percent sure I know what I’m doing, but I’ve seen enough porn to figure it out. Besides, how hard can it be to just suck a dick?

I lean forward and lick him from root to tip and he growls.

“Before you suck me, put your hands in your panties and show me how wet you are.”

I swallow and follow his instructions. I slip my hand into my panties and whimper when my fingertips slide past my clit. I’m drenched. I move my fingers through my folds, then pull them out and hold them up to him.

“Sweet girl, you have ruined me.” He grabs my fingers and wraps his lips around them, sucking my juices off. And so I lean forward and close my mouth around his cock.

He’s big, but my mother always told me I had a big mouth. With my hand that he’s not currently licking, I grab the root of his shaft. My fingers don’t meet around his girth.

I swirl my tongue on the underside, sucking lightly on that tender skin right beneath the head.

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m not going to last.”

I relax my throat and take him in as far as I can a few times before going back to lavish my attention on the tip because I know that’s where he’s most sensitive. His thick fingers thread through my hair, but he doesn’t pressure me or move my head, just holds me.

He’s chanting words of praise and pleasure and I don’t think it’s physically possible for me to come just by doing this, but damn it sure feels like I could. I’m so turned on.

“Selina, Selina. Oh fuck, sweet girl. You’re going to make me come. If you don’t want it down your throat you need to get off of me. Baby, oh God. Fuck!” and then hot jets of his sperm fill my mouth, shooting down my throat. I swallow him down, then lick him clean.

He pulls me up by my armpits. And the look on his face is fierce and I wonder if he’s angry. He tucks himself back into his pants, then picks me up—fireman style—and jogs, fucking jogs to his truck.

He doesn’t talk, just drives us back to his house, not bothering to park all the way in the garage. I still can’t tell if he’s pissed or what’s happening. But he comes around, picks me up again and carries me into his house.

Once we reach the bedroom, he drops me onto the bed.

“Amendment,” he says. “We’re going to talk first and then you can shower or whatever and then we spend all day in bed.”

“What the fuck did I do this time?” I snap, suddenly afraid I can’t even give a blowjob without messing something up.

I’m sitting on the edge of the bed and he drops down to his knees which puts us pretty much at eye level.

“I’m going to say things to you that you don’t want to hear. That you don’t think you’re ready to hear. But I know you are. So just try to behave and sit here quietly until I finish.”

“Are you mad at me?”

His features soften. “Never. I’m mad that I didn’t tell you all of this before you sucked me off because that blowjob blew my fucking mind. No pun intended. But I need you to know that all of these words, all of these thoughts and feelings were here before you did that. Do you understand?”

My heart keeps tripping, like it’s jumping rope and misses every now and then. “I think so.”

“I am one hundred percent, irreversibly, irrevocably in love with you, Selina Blackmore. You have turned my entire world upside down and marrying you was impulsive and maybe some would say it was a mistake, but I think it was fate because you, my sweet, sweet girl belong to me. I’m in this marriage for real and for good and I’m not giving you up without a fight. So you want to do battle, come at me, because I’m holding nothing back.”

Tears are pouring down my cheeks and I’m shaking my head.

His thumbs swipe at my tears and he frowns. “Why the tears?”

“You don’t want me, Austin. I’m a mess of epic proportions.”

“Don’t care. I happen to excel at messes of epic proportions. However I can have you, I want you. Happy, sad, grumpy, whatever you’ve got. You don’t scare me. The only thing that scares me, in fact, is a life without you beside me.” He tilts my chin up so our eyes meet. “I know you feel something for me, sweet girl. Tell me it’s not just pure animalistic lust because I’m so sexy.”

I snort out a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

He smiles. “I’m going to tell you a hundred times a day until you believe me. I love you.”

I open my mouth to ask him that question that’s rotting on my tongue, but I hesitate.

“What? What is it? You can say anything to me.”

“What if you change your mind? What if there comes a day and I’m just too much?”

“Love is the easy part, Selina. I know life is hard. Your dad is sick. I already lost mine. Things happen, but how I feel about you,” he shakes his head. “Nothing can change that except to make it bigger and stronger. When I commit, it’s for life. I won’t change my mind.”

I just stare at him. I want to believe him.

“Do you know that my favorite meal has been French toast and bacon since I was four years old. I could eat it everyday and never get tired of it. You can call my mom right now and ask her and she’ll tell you.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“I’m just saying that I know myself. I know what I like. I know what I want. And I know when my heart is settled. Whether you want me or not, you own my heart. There will never be another woman for me.”

I reach out and put my arms on his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him to me.

“Technically I’m legally obligated to love you,” I say.

“Is that right?”

“Yep. Even though I don’t remember them, I said vows and well, I may be be a lot of fucked up things, but I’m not a liar.”

“So I guess I’m stuck with you,” he says.

“I guess you are.” I search his beautiful face. “I’m scared.”

“I know you are, sweet girl. But I’m not. I have full confidence in us. We fit, you and me. You’re my home.”

Just then both of our phones chime. We reach for them and I just laugh.

“Uh-oh,” Austin says. He holds his phone out to me.

JACOB: I asked you to check in on her, mother fucker, not marry her!

So I show him my phone.

JACOB: WTF? Selina, you marry my best friend and don’t even tell me?

Austin grabs both phones and tosses them in a drawer. “He’s not going to want to be in this room in any capacity for what I’m about to do to you.”

Before he kisses me, I put a finger to his lips. “I love you, Austin. I’m never changing my mind either.”

His grin is blinding, it’s so bright. “Do you want to get married again so we remember it this time?”

I think on it, then shake my head. “I don’t need to. We can if you want, but I feel like what we did stuck. So if we’re both all in, then let’s just get on with our lives.”

“That’s music to my fucking ears. Now get naked so I can put a baby in you.”

“Hold up there, bossy. You’re not actually going to be the only one barking orders in the bedroom. I hope you realize that.”

He grins. “You do want babies though, don’t you?”

“You think I’d be a good mom?”

“I think you’ll be an amazing mom.”

“Well, I’m on the pill for medical purposes, but we can talk about me going off of it soon. But for now, it can just be us.”

“You’ll always be enough for me, sweet girl.”