Southern Hearts (Southern Love Series) (5 page)

"I got you," Austin said. "Don't
panic," he said as his strong arms held tightly onto her. He helped her
back onto the boat.

Farrah couldn't stop shaking, and she was embarrassed about
falling in the lake. Her clothes were soaking wet, and her white t-shirt showed
Austin her perky breasts. "Thank you." She shuddered.

"Don't thank me," he said as he grabbed blankets
from the storage compartment.

Kneeling down, he dried off a shivering Farrah. Both of
them were caught up in the moment, staring each other in the eyes, their faces
inches apart, and before either of them knew what was happening, their lips
met. Farrah felt like everything at the moment was perfect in the world. Austin
wrapped his arms around her waist while Farrah leaned closer into his warm
embrace.

Their lips seemed like they couldn't get enough of each
other. Rain started to fall on them and lightning crashed above their heads.
"We have to get back to land," Austin said as he pulled away from
her.

Farrah was a little dazed as she touched her swollen lips.

They made it back to the dock, where Austin told her to run
to the house. She couldn't leave him behind. She grabbed a rope and helped him
tie the boat to the dock. Austin grabbed her hand as they made a mad dash to
the house. She watched him dig in a flower pot and come up with a key to open
the door.

"Sorry about our fishing trip," he said, out of
breath as he rushed around the house looking for blankets and candles.
"The storm knocked the power out."

Farrah stood by the door, refusing to move from where she
stood. Instead of focusing on Austin and the kiss they shared on the boat, she
turned her attention to the old barn house that was warm and homey with a
rustic vibe to it.

"Farrah, come sit near the fireplace," Austin
called out. "You need to shed the wet clothes before you get sick."

Farrah took off her shoes and walked towards the sound of
Austin's voice. She stopped dead in her tracks as Austin's eyes connected with
hers.

"I found some clean shirts that I left here last
summer."

Farrah nodded her head and accepted the shirt. "I'm
going to the bathroom."

***

Austin closed his eyes as he tried to control his libido.
Stripping out of his wet clothes, he put on a pair of sweat pants and a
t-shirt. Austin stared at the flickering flames as he thought about the kiss on
the boat. Farrah's kisses tasted like honey. He turned to see Farrah standing
in the doorway. His shirt hugged her curves and came inches above her knees. He
released the breath that he didn't know he'd been holding. Farrah was literally
breathtaking as she stood in the doorway, her wet black hair flowing over her
shoulders. His heart nearly skipped a beat.

"Come sit by the fire." He held out his hand for
her.

Walking towards him, she sat next to him on the soft plush
blanket. He watched her eyes close. The room was starting to get warm. They sat
on the floor listening to the fire snap and pop. The only sources of light were
the fireplace and the few candles Austin had found. The flickering light from
the fireplace bounced off the wall, creating a romantic glow around them. The
raindrops on the house served as music as Austin and Farrah exchanged glances.

"Farrah," he started to say as he moved closer to
her.

"Don't." She put her hand up. "This won't
end well, Austin, and you know it. Someone will get hurt."

"Can we go out on a limb and say that we both have
feelings for each other? I have these feelings for you that I'm fighting."

"I won't lie about my feelings, Austin. I love the
time we spend together, but this can't happen between us." Farrah's voice
so was soft that Austin had to strain his ears to hear her. He took her hand
into his.

"Every day I'm around you, I'm realizing that marrying
Rebecca would be the biggest mistake I could ever make," he confessed.

"Another mistake would be us, Austin." She pulled
her hand from his.

"One night, Farrah." He moved closer to Farrah
and pulled her into his arms. Austin leaned down and kissed her, his mouth
lingering on hers, teeth grazing her lower lip, making Farrah shiver in his
arms.

Everything stood still as their lips claimed one another in
a sweet kiss, making both forget everyone and everything. Austin's lips were
pressing against hers; he wanted her to feel what he felt for her as he kissed
her with a passion that took her breath away. Farrah wanted to stop but
couldn't. Kissing and being in Austin's strong arms felt right. His kisses were
warm and tasted like peppermint. She moaned as his fingers slid up under her
shirt.

Pulling away from Farrah, he looked into her eyes. "I
want you. Please don't tell me to stop." He pressed his forehead against
hers.

"Don't stop." Farrah wrapped her arms around him
and caressed him, holding him like her most prized possession.

Austin lifted his shirt over his head, revealing a chest
with washboard abs. He smiled when Farrah's eyes traveled down past his waist,
and he laughed when she breathed in quickly. He could see anticipation in her
brown eyes.

"Since the first day I met you, I have been transfixed
by you. I'm not saying this to get in your pants, Farrah." He lifted her
head so his eyes could look straight into hers. "I'm falling for
you."

"Okay," Farrah said as she put her finger on
Austin's lips. "Let's just enjoy our time together."

Austin removed his pants as Farrah took off her shirt. They
stood skin to skin, her nipples brushing against his chest. Austin's eyes
devoured the beauty in front of him. Austin's tongue traveled all over Farrah's
body, kissing her deeply and passionately. He trailed his tongue across both
her swollen nipples, licking in circles around them. Reaching down into Farrah's
wetness, he inserted two fingers that made Farrah arch her back.

"Austin," she moaned and grabbed a fistful of his
hair. Austin's fingers began to slide in and out, then back and forth. Farrah
moved her hips to match his fingers. She surrendered to the pleasure of his
mouth and fingers.

Austin replaced his fingers with his mouth, running his
tongue back and forth. He groaned as he licked her deeper, trying to savor her
taste. Farrah cried out as he nibbled on her clit. She moaned louder, and he
caressed her breasts as his tongue went deeper inside her.

"Now. Please." She trembled.

Austin ignored Farrah's pleas. She shuddered and cried out
as she gripped his hair. Farrah worked her hips in rhythm with Austin's tongue,
closing her eyes as she felt the most amazing climax take her over the edge.

Austin became more aroused and happily obliged Farrah; he
came up and kissed her.

Farrah could taste herself on his lips. Austin's body
covered hers as he guided his iron-hard erection into Farrah's sweet pussy.
They both gasped as he pushed the head in inch by inch until he was buried deep
inside her.

They found a rhythm that had them groaning and moaning in
front of the fireplace. Farrah loved the way Austin plunged in and out of her.

Austin rolled over onto his back as he was still connected
to Farrah. He closed his eyes as she rode him slowly like a stallion. Farrah
picked up the pace, and Austin knew he was about to blow at any second. Rolling
her onto her back, he pumped feverishly into her pussy.

The scent of sex and the sounds of their union filled the
air. They didn't care about anything else but each other as they made love.
Their lovemaking took them to a new high they had never experienced before; the
sensation overwhelmed them as the two lovers succumbed to an explosive climax
and called out each other's names.

Lying on the floor entwined, they kissed and held one
another until they fell asleep in each other's arms.

***

Farrah turned inside Austin's arms. She wanted to remember
his touch, kiss, and embrace. Reaching out, Farrah stroked the side of his
face. He looked so peaceful when he slept. Her heart was heavy as she stood up
and dressed quickly. The wood floors creaked underneath her feet as she moved
around the house, looking for her purse. It dawned on her that she had left it
in the truck. The plan of leaving Austin while he slept evaporated when she
couldn't find the keys to the truck.

Sighing, she flicked the light switch and was surprised
that the power was back on. Farrah decided to give herself a tour of the house.
She found the kitchen, which was her dream kitchen. "Wow," she gushed
as she ran her fingers along the stainless steel appliances. The stove was an
industrial stove like she used in her restaurant. Going to the Sub-Zero refrigerator,
she was surprised that it was fully stocked with meat, dairy, and vegetables.
Grabbing a few ingredients out of the refrigerator, she set them down on the wood
countertop, which reminded her of a huge cutting board. Something caught her
attention on the countertop. It was a sticky note that said
, Rebecca and
Austin, enjoy y'all's time at the lake. Natalie
.

"Something is telling me that I probably wouldn't have
made it down the street in this rain," Farrah said to herself as she
looked out into the gloomy morning sky and torrential rain poured down.

"I think that's the smartest thing you've said this
morning," Austin said from behind her.

Farrah turned around and looked at the sexy specimen
standing in the kitchen wearing only boxers. "You were faking sleep?"
she asked.

"I'm an early riser if you didn't know that by
now." He winked at her. "I heard you fumbling around. Even a ninety-year-old
woman with bad hearing couldn't sleep through the ruckus you were making."

"I didn't make that much noise," she said
sheepishly. "If you say so." He smirked and stepped closer to her.

"Hey, I'm cooking here," she said and moved out
of his reach.

 "I know, but you look so cute in the kitchen."
He went towards her and kissed her forehead. "I'm going to sit right here
and watch you cook."

"Okay," she said. There was this huge elephant in
the room that they needed to talk about. Farrah tried to concentrate on the
cornmeal pancakes she was making. "Do you want to cut up the onions and
bell peppers for the omelets?" she asked.

"Sure, darling, just point me in the right
direction," he drawled in his southern voice.

"Okay." Farrah found a cutting board and knife
for Austin and showed him how to cut the vegetables.

"You're doing a great job."

"Thanks, sweetheart." He looked at her and
smiled.

Farrah took a deep breath and focused on mixing the
ingredients in the bowl. "I saw that the refrigerator is fully stocked
with fresh fruits, so I'm thinking we can do fresh fruit parfaits."

"We can have whatever you want," he replied.

"We need to talk." Farrah moved away from the
island bar to the stove, where she poured oil into a cast iron skillet.
"What we did last night was wrong."

"Really?" he said, sneaking up behind her.
"I think it was magical, intense, and electrifying."

Farrah moved away from him and looked at him. "It was
reckless, stupid, and—"

"Heartwarming," he interrupted her and stole a
kissed that almost made her knees buckle. "Let's finish so we can
eat," she sputtered.

"I think I want something else to eat that is not on
the menu," he whispered in her ear.

"Go finish eating me." She paused when he laughed
at her. "I meant go finish cutting the vegetables for the omelets,"
she said and went back to her task of making pancakes.

"Yes, ma'am," he said with a salute.

Within thirty minutes, they were sitting down to a
breakfast that consisted of cornmeal pancakes, bacon, omelets, and peach
parfaits.

"How long is this rain going to last?" she asked.

"On the weather radio they said we received over three
inches of rain, which means the dirt road we traveled on is probably flooded,
so it'd be best to wait. I already called the ranch to notify Hank that we
would be staying up at Lake Lewisville," he said and wiped his mouth.
"These cornmeal pancakes are the best," he said in between bites.

"Thanks," she said, chewing a piece of bacon.
"So when can we leave?"

"When the storm stops, I'll call the sheriff's station
to see if the road is underwater," he assured her.

"Austin, we need to talk about last night," she
said softly. "It was a terrible mistake, and it shouldn't have happened."

"Was it?" he said, looking at her with desire in
his eyes. "Yes," she said truthfully.

"Was it a mistake when I made love to every inch of
your body all night long?" he asked.

Farrah refused to make eye contact, instead focusing on the
tree blowing in the wind outside. "Yes," she stuttered. "A
horrible mistake."

"We're both grownups. Grownups who had the best night
of our lives," he said.

"I had sex with a man who is practically
married," she said.

"I made love to the woman I'm falling for." He
reached across the table and stroked her hand.

Farrah tried to snatch her hand from his, but he wouldn't
let go. "Austin, you're getting married in a couple months."

"If I get married to Rebecca, it will be the biggest
mistake of my life," he said.

Farrah shook her head. "I can't tell you what to
do."

"I know." He paused. "For a few weeks, I've
been actually grappling with the decision to end my relationship with
Rebecca."

"Why?" she asked. When she saw them at the
wedding, they appeared to be a cute, loving couple.

"It seems like I'm learning so much about my fiancée.
We're different. There have been arguments about kids, my career, and other
fundamentals regarding our life."

Farrah didn't know what to say to him. She didn't want to
say anything that he might take out of context.