My arse muscles clenched around the dildo as my cock jerked
and cum spurted onto my stomach.
Austin moaned through his orgasm and then lay still, panting, his eyes hooded. “I want to stay inside you.”
I let my hand fall away from the base of the dildo, which was still buried inside me. Unlike a real cock, it wouldn’t
go soft. “My hand’s all messy,” I said, showing him my slick-drenched fingers.
“So’s mine.”
“Do you have to be anywhere?”
He shook his head. “Do you?”
“No. Can we fall asleep together?”
“That could end up being a very expensive video call.”
“I’m paying.” And I didn’t need to worry about money at all. “Please?”
“I’d love to. Do you want to get cleaned up first?”
“Nope. I don’t think I can move.”
“What about the dil—”
“I want you to stay buried balls deep inside me.”
Austin smiled. “I’d like that very much.”
Finally, I let my eyes drift shut.
I didn’t remember falling asleep, but when I woke, the video call was still active, and Austin was smiling as he
stared at me.
I yawned. “Have you been awake long?”
“Just a few minutes. Have I ever told you how adorable you are when you’re sleeping?”
“Nope, but you can tell me more often.” I reached between my thighs to gently tug the dildo free. “That was nice.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Not as good as you.”
Austin chuckled. “You say that every time we play with toys.”
“Yeah, and I mean it. When I’m home, the first thing I want to do is wrap you up in my arms and feel your lips
against mine.”
“And then?”
“Then I want you to screw me over your piano.”
“And then?”
“Then I’m gonna repay the favour.” I rolled my eyes. “Once I’ve recovered, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
“Austin?”
“Yes?”
“When we’re mates, where are we gonna live?”
Austin’s eyes went wide. “I…hadn’t thought about it.”
“I have.” I bit my lip. “I can’t come up with a good solution.”
“Oh?”
“My apartment’s kinda small. Plus, I figured you wouldn’t want to leave your place.” I sighed. “I wouldn’t want you
to leave your place. It’s gorgeous, such a beautiful home. I’d love to live there with you, but it has really steep
steps. I just…”
“Wouldn’t feel safe?” Austin finished when I trailed off.
I nodded. “I’m sorry. That house must have so many memories.”
Austin smiled, but his eyes drowned in sadness. “Not many happy ones.”
“You brought Jesse up in that house, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then every memory there is a precious one.”
Austin’s chin wobbled, and his eyes welled up with tears.
“I didn’t mean to make you sad.”
“It’s okay.”
“Austin?”
He hummed to ask me to carry on.
“There must be a perfect answer, but I can’t find it.”
“We’ll think of something together once you are home.”
“Promise?”
Austin smiled again, and this time it was full of happiness that reached his eyes. “I promise. There’s no problem
we can’t solve as long as we’re together.”
I wanted to pluck his words out of the air and cuddle them to me. “I think that’s the sappiest thing anyone’s ever
said to me.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Yes. It’s really, really good.”
It meant he wanted me and the reality of a relationship. The good and the bad would go hand in hand, but he was
right. We would handle it all together. More than ever, I wanted to shout from the rooftops that I was in love with
Austin Steele. I would wait until he was ready because whether Austin knew it or not, he was worth waiting for.
5
Austin
I was invited to the barn on Tuesday to have lunch with Jesse, Isaac, and his dads, Frank and Kyle. While Jesse
and Isaac prepared food, the rest of us sat at their rustic dinner table, cuddling the twins between us. Kyle had
Colby while I snuggled Jasper to my chest. The dark-haired baby gurgled and smiled at me, which showed off his
adorable dimples.
“Are you enjoying your time off?” Kyle asked me as he gave Colby a bottle.
“What he’s really asking is whether or not you’re going stir crazy yet,” Frank said.
“Oh, hush,” his mate scolded.
“I’m not going stir crazy, and, yes, I’m enjoying it.”
“Jesse said you were writing. Are we going to be treated to some new Austin Steele songs? A new album,
maybe?”
I laughed and shook my head. “My performing days are done.”
“Oh. Shame. Danny will be disappointed.”
Danny, Isaac’s oldest brother, was a long-time fan of mine. I hadn’t wanted to believe I still had any fans left, but it
had finally sunk in that I did. It was good to know.
“I’ll happily sing whatever songs you write, Dad,” Jesse said from over
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