The Honeymoon Period (The Austin Series)

by Fallowfield, C. J.

  I wanted the ground to swallow me up as I desperately scanned the room for Gabe. Where the hell was he? I was going to get propositioned in a minute looking like this all alone. Then suddenly I spotted him, coming out of the men’s room at the far end of the bar, he was looking down adjusting his cuffs and the sight of him nearly knocked me flat on my backside. He was in his tailored black tuxedo, a dazzling white shirt and a black bowtie. I felt my mouth go dry as I looked at him. He was every woman’s fantasy come true. I just wanted to ram him up against the bar and fuck him senseless.

  He looked up and stopped in his tracks as he caught my eye and gave me a dazzling knicker wetting smile, or it would have been if I had any on. His smile soon faded as his eyes travelled over my body and he realised what I was, or wasn’t, wearing. I could feel the surge of testosterone from where I was standing and saw his eyes darken and his lips part as he took in a deep breath. He wanted to fuck me too, I could see it from where I was standing, and my stomach went into knots. He strode over to me and placed his hand in the small of my back and a low moan escaped from my lips to feel his touch and have him so close. To make matters worse, he had on that aftershave I loved so much as well.

  ‘My knees have just got gone weak,’ I whispered in a trembling voice.

  ‘And my cock’s just gone hard. What the fuck are you wearing?’ he growled as he steered me to the bar and gestured with a flick of his fingers for the bartender to come over.

  ‘Don’t you like it?’ I asked, trying hard to breathe normally and stop the dizziness I felt at his proximity. He ordered a JD and coke and a vodka cranberry for me.

  ‘It barely covers your fucking nipples, let alone your breasts and that gap runs down to your bloody crotch,’ he hissed under his breath.

  ‘I’ve tape on, they won’t come out. Are you mad with me? I thought you’d like it, I thought it was sexy.’

  ‘O it’s sexy alright Mia, every bloody guy in this bar thinks it’s sexy, so yes I’m mad, mad and fucking horny as hell baby,’ he splayed his fingers on my lower back and leaned in and kissed my neck, releasing all the butterflies roving around my insides. My skin was on fire for him and I could feel his need for me radiating off him and wondered if he felt mine too.

  ‘O God don’t do that, I’m already dizzy at the sight of you in that tux, you look like James Bond. Do we have to go out?’ I asked. He slid a note to the bartender, who’d just placed our drinks on the bar and I reached out for mine, my hand shaking.

  ‘I booked a Michelin star restaurant for us baby and believe me, it wasn’t easy to get in at such short notice, so yes we’re going out. But, I want you to spend the next few hours imagining how good it’s going to be when I rip that dress off you later and show you just how mad I am and treat you like my Pussy Galore.’ He picked up his drink and knocked it back in one and stood watching me as I tried to drink mine. His lips were parted, pink and swollen and as his tongue ran over them I imagined them sucking me and his tongue fucking me and had to grip onto the bar to steady myself as the ice cubes rattled in the glass in my trembling hand.

  ‘Stop looking at me like that,’ I protested. I could feel my cheeks flaming and my clit throbbing for him.

  ‘You dress like that and then complain that I’m looking at you like I want to fuck you on the bar?’ He leaned in and whispered in my ear, ‘Your nipples are hard, how wet are you? Are you itching for me to fuck you while I wear this suit?’

  ‘I’m very wet and yes,’ I whimpered and knocked my drink back. ‘But with the bowtie and your top shirt buttons undone.’

  ‘Is that a fantasy of yours?’ His fingers were running up and down my spine driving me crazy.

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Then let’s go because the sooner we eat, the sooner I can get back to making that happen for you.’ I looked at him and he had a joyous smile that reached the corners of his eyes to see how desperate I was for him and kissed me quickly on the lips. ‘You’re so hot baby, so damn hot and sexy.’ He grabbed my hand and led me out of the bar to the revolving exit door as he checked his watch. We walked out and I was hit by an icy blast of cold air and gasped, it was in such contrast to the heat and longing in my skin that it felt electric. ‘Shit Mia, you’ve hardly anything on, you must be freezing. Let me give you my jacket.’ He let go of my hand and unbuttoned it.

  ‘No, please don’t. I’m so hot it’s nice, it feels good. I’ll tell you if it gets too much.’ I reached up and tucked his hair behind his ear as I looked at his stunning face. How was he mine? He pulled me against his firm chest and put his hands around my waist, gripping my wrists behind my back and bent his head to kiss my neck again.

  ‘God, I love you. You look so beautiful you make my chest hurt.’ He said it with such sincerity I had to bit my lip.

  ‘Stop, you’ll make my cry,’ I pleaded. He straightened up and ran one hand through his hair and exhaled sharply before releasing his grip on my wrists.

  ‘Our car’s here,’ he said with a flick of his head. I turned to see he’d booked a limo and looked back at him stunned, he just grinned at me as the door was opened. I held onto the edge of my dress slit as he helped me in and I slid across the back seat, my heart pounding, wondering if he was going to fuck me on the way to dinner. He knew it was one of my fantasies to have sex in a Limo and he was already dressed up in another of my fantasies. He got in next to me and the driver shut the door and I took a deep breath and looked around to see him watching me.

  ‘No,’ he mouthed.

  ‘I haven’t said anything.’

  ‘I know what you’re thinking, Mia.’

  ‘Please, you’ve no idea how badly I want you right now, this is all my fantasies rolled into one,’ I moaned as I reached out to run my hand up his thigh, but he grabbed it.

  ‘I do baby, I feel it too,’ he lifted my hand up and gently kissed each of my fingers.

  ‘And you’re still saying no to me?’ I gasped.

  ‘Yes,’ he nodded as his eyes held mine. I snatched my hand away and glared at him and he started laughing.

  ‘It’s not funny, Gabe. You’ve done this to me a few times now. How would you feel if I said no to you?’

  ‘You wouldn’t, you don’t have enough will power now that I’m better and you know you can’t hurt my shoulder.’

  ‘I was right that first week I met you, you are cocky and arrogant.’

  ‘But also right baby.’ He reached out to tuck a stand of hair behind my ear and I batted his hand away and scowled at him. ‘Wow, you’re so hot when you’re mad with me.’ He smiled with a lascivious twinkle in his eye.

  ‘You really think you’ve more willpower to resist me than I do you?’

  ‘Yes, I’ve done it many times.’

  ‘When I’ve been drunk, or in pain because you didn’t want to take advantage or hurt me.’

  ‘I resisted the night you broke Adam’s nose. I could have fucked you in that booth and I didn’t.’

  ‘You still went down on me and it’s more private in here.’

  ‘Well tonight we’re going to try proper delayed gratification Mia and you’ll thank me for it later. Give me your hand to hold,’ he ordered. I scowled at him again, he thought he could resist me? Well I loved a challenge.

  ‘No.’ I smiled sweetly at him.

  ‘Mia?’

  ‘No, apparently we can’t always get what we want can we?’ I lifted myself up and swung around to sit diagonally opposite him on the long sideways seat. I crossed my right leg over my left, letting my dress fall apart exposing my calf and thigh all the way up to my hip. I looked at him through my lashes and smiled again when I saw his eyes flit down and travel back up my leg. He shifted in his seat and his hand brushed over his erection.

  ‘Mia, get back over here and hold my hand,’ he ordered.

  ‘No. Why should I?’

  ‘Because I asked you to,’ he said flatly as he looked at me, as if confused that I was questioning his request. I took in a sharp gasp.

  ‘S
o I have to do what you ask, but you can ignore my requests? Is that how you see our relationship?’ I gave him my best scowl, he was treading on thin ice if that was what he was implying.

  ‘I’d like you to do everything I ask you Mia, but there’s no chance in hell of that ever happening is there?’ he scowled back.

  ‘No there’s not, Gabe. I’m not a compliant little puppy that you can train to bark or rollover whenever you want it to. I have free will and if you won’t do what I ask, why should I reciprocate?’

  ‘Because you know I like control and it pleases me when you do,’ he answered too quickly.

  ‘Ooooo, you … you … domineering … arsehole,’ I hissed. I was on the verge of throwing myself at him and ripping off his bowtie and fucking him and showing him how little control he had as he came inside me, but I clenched my fists at my side. That would be playing right into his hands, letting him know he was in charge. Fine, he wanted a battle to see who had more control? He was going to lose.

  ‘Arsehole?’ he asked, his eyes wide with astonishment.

  ‘Yes. Major Arsehole. Fine keep your bloody control and I’ll keep mine and we’ll see who breaks first.’ I could feel the air in the limo heating up and the steam coming off us both, sparring always got me hot for him and him for me if the tent in his trousers was anything to go by, as well as the amber flecks of fire in his eyes. He glared back at me and quickly looked away to stare out of the window. We sat in silence for about ten minutes and I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter with each heaving breath I took. Every time I looked over I caught him looking at me and he’d quickly turn his head to stare back out of the window. ‘Wow, it’s hot in here. Is it hot in here or is it just me?’ I asked as I ran my hand up and down my exposed thigh. I saw him biting his bottom lip as he watched me in the reflection of the window.

  I glanced at his crotch, he was still incredibly hard, I just had to provoke him a bit more. I trailed my fingers up from my naked belly bar, between my breasts and back down again as I lightly licked my lips. He could see me in the reflection and put his elbow on the door and covered his mouth, running his index finger across his lips. I could tell he was trying to distract himself. I smiled to myself as I uncrossed my legs, moving the material of my dress to one side, and ran my fingers up and down my thighs to the apex, my mound just covered and out of sight and I heard him catch a breath. I parted my legs slightly and ran my fingers higher and made a slight moan and he squirmed in his seat and reached up, tugging his collar and bowtie from his throat, his tongue darting out over his lips as he took a big gulp. When I parted my thighs further and let my fingers graze my bareness, I heard him grunt softly.

  ‘God Gabe, I knew it, I really should’ve worn some knickers. Seeing you in that tux has got me so wet baby,’ I sighed. He turned instantly, glowering at me and in a second was on his knees in front of me and yanked my hand away and sucked my finger hard making me groan, before pulling me forward on the seat onto his mouth and fucking me furiously with his tongue. I climaxed quickly, my hands tearing at his hair, one leg draped over his shoulder and as my shuddering ceased he pulled back and wiped his mouth panting as I let my leg drop from his shoulder.

  ‘Damn it Mia, you don’t fight fair,’ he snapped, glaring at me as he started to unzip himself. ‘Spread your legs wider, I need to fuck you. Now.’

  ‘It’s not my fault you’ve got no willpower,’ I smiled, pleased I’d won as well as getting an incredible orgasm out of it. I felt like I was floating, still on a high from my climax and giggled when I felt the limo pull to stop.

  ‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,’ Gabe cursed under his breath as he looked out of the window and quickly zipped himself back up before pulling my dress over me as we heard the driver’s door shut.

  ‘What’s the matter, Gabe,’ I asked as I struggled upright and adjusted my dress. ‘I thought you were into delayed gratification? If so, you’re in for one amazing night,’ I smiled all innocently as he got back into his seat, steam coming from his ears. I grabbed my compact and checked myself in the mirror, my cheeks were flushed and my eyes sparkled,. orgasms definitely suited me, so did beating him in one of his power struggles.

  The limo door opened and Gabe climbed out doing up his jacket and said something to the driver as he waited for me to shuffle across to the seat next to the door. He stood in front of it to protect my modesty as I climbed out and stood next to him. I smoothed my dress down and took his outstretched hand, which he squeezed a little tighter than was necessary, as he marched to the main restaurant door which was opened for us. I flashed a smile at the doorman and followed Gabe into a very historic looking hall and we were shown through to a small oak panelled bar with a roaring log fire, for which I was grateful. There were a few other people in there, equally well dressed, if not a little more covered than me. Gabe tucked in behind me at the bar as he ordered our favourite drinks again. My recent orgasm hadn’t lessened my desire for him and to feel his erection in my backside, his hand on my hip and the heat of his breath on the back of my neck, made me lean back against him, desperate for more body contact. He gently kissed the side of my neck.

  ‘You’re very naughty,’ he whispered with a low growl. ‘I’m so bloody frustrated.’

  ‘Not my fault, if you’d done as I asked in the first place you’d be feeling very different right now,’ I replied and smiled as the bartender passed our drinks over. I turned to face Gabe and let out a sigh as I looked up at his vivid blue eyes staring back at mine.

  ‘You know you’re even more beautiful like this, with less make up,’ he said softly as he cupped my chin and kissed me.

  ‘Only you think that,’ I replied as I took a sip of my drink.

  ‘And I should be the only one whose opinion matters, Mia.’

  ‘You’re so very possessive, you know that right?’ I asked as I gazed at him.

  ‘As well as a domineering arsehole?’ he asked, one eyebrow raised in amusement and I nodded and giggled. ‘Yes, I am, especially when it comes to things that belong to me,’ he replied, as he ran his fingers down my cheek.

  ‘Things? I’m just a thing now?’ I teased.

  ‘O no, you’re so much more to me Mia, but you already know that. You knew even before I told you that I was in love with you, didn’t you?’ he asked as he held my look and let me see how much he did.

  ‘Yes,’ I nodded. I’d felt it when he carried me out of Fazeleys that first Friday night, but I’d shoved it to the back of my mind, not wanting to scare myself off him before I’d let him take my virginity. His desire for me had scared me so much back then, but not now, now I craved it. I shivered at the thought of him ever stopping feeling that way about me.

  ‘Are you cold?’ he asked concerned as he rubbed my back.

  ‘No, I just can’t bear the thought of you never looking at me like that again,’ I muttered as I broke away from the intenseness of his stare.

  ‘Like what?’

  ‘Like I’m your everything, like you couldn’t love me more if you tried,’ I replied as I put my hand on his chest, over his heart.

  ‘You are baby, I love you more every day and that’s never going to change. Feel my heart pumping under there?’ he asked and I nodded. ‘You’re the beat of that heart Mia, if I lost you, it would stop. You flow through my veins, control my thoughts and movements. I could never stop loving you. You seriously think that I could ever change that?’

  ‘I hope not Gabe, but things fall apart sometimes you know, and people do fall out of love,’ I whispered as I stared at my fingers splayed on his jacket. He lifted up my chin again and frowned at me.

  ‘Not this baby, never this and never me. What’s wrong? Have I done something to upset you? Was it earlier when I said no and got annoyed that you ignored my request?’

  ‘No,’ I smiled with a shake of the head. ‘That’s just you being … you and I’m starting to accept that bossy side of you, even if it rubs me up the wrong way sometimes. I’m just not used to be
ing this happy. You make me so happy it scares me how I’d manage if I didn’t have you anymore.’

  ‘Well you never have to imagine that Mia, I’m not going anywhere.’ He looked behind him and walked me over to the only empty wing backed chair by the fire and sat down, pulling me onto his lap much to my horror and the amusement of the other people in the small room.

  ‘Gabe,’ I protested going crimson.

  ‘What? I don’t care what anyone thinks.’ He kissed my shoulder and held out his hand to take the menu’s being offered to us. ‘You look, you know I’ll have whatever you’re having. Just order plenty as I’m starving.’

  I was as well. Our long walk around the zoo in the cold and our frantic session when we’d got in had left me with a mammoth appetite for food, as well as a repeat performance in bed too. I ordered lobster bisque with croutons and gruyere, smoked salmon wrapped scallops in a date and honey glaze and a beef wellington for two to share with pomme puree, french beans and grilled portobello mushrooms. The kiss on my shoulder from Gabe, along with the rub of my back, told me I’d earned his seal of approval, again.

  He requested a bottle of the Bollinger Rose, that we’d enjoyed so much in our suite, to go with the first two courses and a Chateauneuf-du-Pape to go with the beef and asked for that to be put on the table, uncorked immediately. I asked him to explain why he chose the wines and champagnes he did each time and listened, fascinated, as he talked, playing with the fingers of his right hand. I could listen to him talk all day, his voice was so deep and sultry, I swear he could make me come just by talking to me.

  We were asked to follow the maître d' to the dining room and I saw Gabe was as impressed as I was to see the old medieval room. It was panelled on the walls and ceiling, had burgundy leather chairs and benches and another roaring fire with flickering candelabra’s instead of electric lights. It was so romantic and I squeezed his hand and smiled at him as we were shown to our table, Gabe indicated for me to sit with my back to the room, which was unusual. I sipped on some champagne and tore up a warm roll and loaded some butter on the pieces, which made him shake his head as he ate his dry.