The Honeymoon Period (The Austin Series) (54 page)

‘Baby
please stop, you’re distracting me looking at me like you want to devour me,’
he sighed as he lifted my chin to look in my eyes and broke my enjoyable
concentration on other things.

‘I’m
listening, you just look really good.’ I rubbed a palm up and down his bicep. ‘I
can’t help it if I react to you.’ He let go of my waist and grabbed my wandering
right hand and put it on my lap and sighed again as he took a deep breath.

‘Mia, you
need to work with me here.’

‘I will. You
want me to be more careful, I’ll be more careful. Just try and stop shutting me
out, or agreeing rules and breaking them because it always ends up with us
fighting and that’s when I get mad and react, or we just have sex and never
resolve it.’

‘I
am
trying Mia, I’m not used to discussing how I feel with anyone.’

‘Well,
neither am I, only with Lexi if she pushes me.’ I wriggled as his thumb rubbed
back and forth on the inside of my wrist. I was getting hotter by the second,
this was a real problem, we were trying to have a serious discussion and all I
could think about was how much I wanted to undress him, to look at his
fantastic body, to pull it against me and force him inside me.

‘Mia, God
please stop, I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you while ignoring
the fact that I’m desperate to fuck you and you’re writhing about on my lap in
the tiniest of outfits.’ His lips ran up my shoulder and sent shivers rippling
over my skin and made all my hair stand on end.

‘Then stop
doing things like that,’ I moaned as I tried to pull away, but his grip just
tightened around me.

‘So I can’t
even touch you or kiss you?’

‘Not when we’re
trying to talk no, I can’t concentrate on anything but how good you look.’ I
wriggled my hips to try and stop his erection from pressing into me.

‘Fuck it’s
hot in here, I need more water. Do you need more water?’

‘No,’ I
shook my head. He lifted me up as he stood and deposited me back on the chair,
eye level with his crotch, I let out a small moan as I saw how hard he was,
which didn’t go unnoticed.

‘Don’t move
Mia, I mean it.’ He added a pointing index finger to make his point, so I
nodded again, crossed my legs and adjusted my top and smiled at him and he
shook his head and rubbed himself in his jeans with a grimace and headed to the
bar. I watched as he walked, so powerfully but with a surprising grace and
wondered if anything about him would turn me off. Even when he pissed me off, I
still yearned for him.

‘You made
it, I hoped you would.’

I turned
feeling a cool hand on the back of my shoulder to see Etta standing over me.
She walked around in a tight turquoise bodycon dress with a spiral of see
through lace weaving around her body. She sat opposite and crossed her legs
smiling at me, making me shift uncomfortably in my seat.

‘Hi, yes,
thanks for the recommendation, they play excellent music.’

‘They do. I
saw you and your boyfriend dancing, you make a very sexy couple.’

‘Thank you.’
I flashed a glance at the bar to see Gabe was focussed on being served.

‘Where did you
have your breasts done? They’re incredible.’

‘I’m sorry,
what?’ I looked back at her surprised, did she just ask about my breasts?

‘Your
breast job, who did it? Mine need redoing.’ She smiled as she cupped them. I
squirmed in my seat, this was all kinds of wrong.

‘I haven’t
had one, they’re natural.’

‘Am I
making you uncomfortable?’ she asked as she leaned forward and put her hand on
my knee making me jerk my leg away.

‘Yes, you are
little,’ I replied shooting her a back off glance.

‘I thought
you seemed a little innocent, but you’re so attractive I couldn’t resist taking
the risk. I take it that this is your first time?’ she smiled, sitting back in
her chair and observing me.

‘First
time?’ I looked at her puzzled.

‘Swinging.’

‘Swinging?’
I stuttered.

‘Yes, sorry,
maybe I should’ve made myself clearer, my husband and I have a fairly open
marriage, we enjoy other people, but always when we’re together. We both find
you very attractive and we’d like you both to join us tonight. I thought you
understood that when I gave you my card yesterday and asked you to come.’

‘No,’ I
gasped. ‘I just thought you were just being friendly. You want us to come back
to your house with you for sex?’ I squeaked. Christ, Gabe was spot on when he
said this last night and I hadn’t believed him.

‘Not our
house as such, there’s a private members only club upstairs.’

‘O my God,’
I gulped and she laughed.

‘I take it
you’ve never been with a woman then, Mia?’

‘No.’ And No.
Thank. You. Where the hell was Gabe? I shot a glance at the bar, relieved to
see he was pocketing his change.

‘I hadn’t
until my first time at a swingers party. It was a real eye opener, I’d go so
far as to say I swing more towards women than men now and I’m very turned on by
you.’

‘Ermmm,
thank you?’ I replied, confused. I wasn’t sure what the appropriate response was
to a woman telling you she wanted to go down on you.

‘Is your
boyfriend bi?’

‘Bi?’ I asked,
was she implying her husband wanted Gabe as well?

‘Bi sexual,
does he like guys too?’ She asked, confirming my worst fears.

‘No,’ I
replied shaking my head vigorously. ‘Definitely not.’

‘O, what a
shame,’ she sighed. I looked up to see Gabe approaching with a bottle of water
and gave him a desperate
help me
look. He smiled, bent down and kissed
me then sat on the edge of the chair, draping one of his arms over my shoulder.

‘Hi, we saw
you last night at the restaurant, didn’t we?’ he said as he smiled at her. I
watched her undressing him with her eyes. Swings more towards women?
Yeah
right
, not when
my
Gabe was on offer, that much was obvious.

‘Yes, I
don’t think Mia understood my intentions when I gave her my card. I think I’ve
made her rather uncomfortable,’ Etta said with a gentle smile back at me. I
squirmed again and looked up at Gabe to try and indicate it was time to go and
was suddenly aware that a guy had sat down with us.

‘Your
intentions being?’ asked Gabe. I quickly took a look at her husband. He was in
his mid-thirties, mousy brown hair, decent looking and well built, rugby player
build and I nearly died when he grinned and winked at me.

‘To join my
husband and I in the private club upstairs. I understand you aren’t bi, which
is disappointing, but I’d very much like to be Mia’s first before we swap
partners.’

Right, that
was it, I was out of here, there was going to be no eating of my vagina by Mrs.
McKenzie, or swapping of partners. I stood up quickly and could feel my hands
shaking. ‘Excuse me, I need the toilet. Gabe, please will you accompany me?’

‘Sure baby,’
he held out his hand and grinned at me before flashing Etta and her husband one
of his dazzling smiles. I saw her react to it and her husband leaning to check
out my bottom and I started to walk quickly pulling Gabe along by my side.

‘What the
fuck?’ I hissed.

‘What?’

‘You
smiled, you gave her
that
smile. She just propositioned me, asked if you’d
have sex with her husband, then said she wanted me to have my first lesbian
experience with her before her husband fucked me and you said
nothing
.’ I
virtually ran down the stairs and marched out of the VIP area with him still in
tow.

‘It was
amusing baby, I liked seeing you squirm.’

‘
Amusing
?’
I turned and crossed my arms glaring at him.

‘Yes, your
face was a picture. Aren’t you flattered that another couple wanted to fuck
you?’

‘
No
,
please tell me you haven’t changed your mind and you’re up for that?’ I glared.

‘No, of
course not, I told you that last night. I just wanted to see how you’d react. You
could’ve got up and walked away at any time. You didn’t have to wait for me to
rescue you.’

‘I didn’t
want to be rude.’

‘See, there’s
your problem, Mia. A woman tells you she wants to have sex with you before her
husband fucks you and you’re too polite to get yourself out of the situation. What
would you have done if I wasn’t here? This is why I worry.’

‘I wouldn’t
have gone with them, Gabe,’ I shuffled on my feet and looked at the floor. He
came to me and put his arms around me and rested his forehead on mine.

‘I know
baby, but you let yourself be dragged into a conversation where they were
assuming that we were up for it and will be heading back to join them any
minute. You need to be able to cut people off Mia, be clear that you aren’t
interested, it’s not rudeness, it’s just being honest. I need to know that you
can do this if I’m going to trust you while you’re out without me.’

‘I’m not
sure I know how to be rude, Gabe. Lexi’d just tell someone to fuck off, that’s
not me.’

‘Well, you
could always slap them, you’ve got that down to a fine art, my face still hurts,’
he smiled. I laughed and put my hand up and gently ran my fingers down his
cheek.

‘I’m sorry,
was it really that painful?’

‘Yes, but
also really hot. I was so bloody mad the first time, I wanted to take you over
my knee and slap your arse pink before fucking it.’ I inhaled sharply as he ran
a hand up my back and gripped the back of my neck. ‘I still want to do it now,’
he whispered. ‘Do you want me? Do you want me to spank you, or use the flogger
on you then fuck you hard and fast?’

‘O God yes,’
I groaned and grabbed his hair, pulled his lips down to meet mine and kissed
him ferociously. My body heated up instantly, the desire for him bubbling away
under the surface was no longer contained. I pressed my body into his and
hooked one leg around his hip and he gripped my bottom with his free hand as he
groaned into my mouth. I was already wet for him, my muscles clenching in
anticipation of him thrusting into me. I was drowning in him and I suddenly pulled
my head away panting and dropped my leg. ‘Tell me it’s more than this, Gabe.’

‘More than
what?’ he sked, his breathing hard and fast, his eyes dark and smouldering.

‘Just sex,
physical attraction. I need to know we’re more than that.’

‘Mia, where’s
this coming from?’ he looked at me aghast.

‘We can’t
keep our hands off each other Gabe, it’s not normal.’

‘I don’t
give a fuck if it’s normal or not. Are you telling me you’re unhappy at the
level of sex we have?’

‘No, I want
you all the time as well, but what if that dries up, Gabe? People often stick
together because of that initial burst of sexual attraction and compatibility,
which invariably wears off. If it does will you still love me?’ I asked as I
looked at him nervously. He put his hand on the side of my face and looked
directly into my eyes making my stomach pole vault.

‘Baby, I
told you that my love for you is more than that. I won’t deny that I love
having sex with you so often, but it’s not everything to me, you are. We’ve
been weeks without sex recently and we’re still here, together.’

‘But we
didn’t Gabe, you may not have fucked me, but we couldn’t even go a day without
one of us getting the other off.’

‘You’re
worrying over nothing baby. Part of our relationship is a very strong desire to
please each other sexually, that’s not a problem unless we make it one. I
couldn’t be happier with our sex life, with you. You want me to step back and
not have sex so often? You want to take a break from it? I’ll do it if it’ll
put your mind at rest. I love you, Mia,’ he stated as he looked at me full of
honesty. I leaned into his hand and closed my eyes, I’d been feeling seriously off
since our argument in the bar. Something told me that the bliss of the last
three days wasn’t going to continue once we got home. That he was going to
revert back to being over controlling, moody and short fused like he’d been
since his accident, and that side of Gabe I found so difficult to handle. He
stifled me when he was like that and it felt like I was suffocating and losing
a part of myself just trying to keep him happy. I wanted so badly to make him
happy, but when he was like that it was such a heavy burden and I worried that
I wasn’t strong enough to shoulder it for him. That I’d fail him, or he’d end
up hurting me, either way the result was the same.

‘I’m so scared,’
I whispered.

‘Of what?’
I felt his thumb stroking my cheek.

‘You’ve
changed recently Gabe, when you get in a temper … well, sometimes it
frightens
me.’ I looked up at him as I bit my lip and he took a pained breath.

‘Christ
Mia, that’s the last thing I want to do. I know I’ve been short tempered, but I
figured it was the stress of my recovery and being cooped up. You really think
I’d hurt you? I really scare you that much?’