by Thorn, Ava
"If you like it, you should put a ring on it," Farrah sang.
Austin hooted and hollered with laughter as Farrah danced in her seat. "Can you dance?" he asked.
"Yeah." She smiled. "Can you?"
"Better than you, sweetie!" he shouted over the music.
***
Farrah turned her attention to the road and off of Austin. The way he looked at her made her freaking heart flutter with joy and excitement. This is going to be the longest day of my life.
"We're here," Austin said.
Farrah rolled down her window. "Is this your house?" Farrah stepped out of the truck and looked around.
The beautiful old farm house with the lake as a marvelous backdrop was breathtaking.
"Been in the family for years. This is where my mother was born and raised."
"It's peaceful and serene." She looked around the estate that was nestled around oak trees. Farrah followed Austin around the house, but she stopped in her tracks as she gazed at the spectacular view of Lake Lewisville.
"I haven't been here in years," Austin said sadly.
Farrah went to Austin and gave him a hug. "I know the pain you're feeling. I promise it will get better." She pulled away from him and stared into his eyes.
Their faces slowly descended towards one another.
Farrah's mouth was inches away from Austin's when she snapped out of it. "We should be fishing," she stuttered.
Austin ran his hands through his hair. "Yeah, I want you to meet Charlene." He took hold of Farrah's hand to pull her down to the dock.
Farrah pulled her hand away from Austin's. She opened her mouth to say something, but decided not to make this day any more awkward. She knew they were both fighting the attraction, but nothing good could come from their crossing any boundaries.
"Farrah, meet Charlene!" he said as they walked down the dock. They stood in front of a luxury blue and white speedboat.
"Named after your mother?" she asked.
He nodded his head yes.
"You know, you keep surprising me." Austin helped Farrah board the boat and passed her the cooler.
"Maggie, the cook, packed us some lunch and a few drinks."
"That's sweet." Farrah placed the cooler on a leather chair, while Austin got the boat ready to set sail. Farrah explored the boat. She understood why Austin loved to be out on the open water. His boat was everything that any man could ever possibly want. Opening the door, she went inside the cabin below. It was a snug fit, but overall it was really nice and comfortable. A flat screen TV hung on the wall, and there was even a small bathroom; they could even sleep on the boat if needed.
"What do you think?" Austin said from behind.
"It's nice."
"I have another boat. Maybe I could show it to you one day," he said as he stood behind her.
"Let's start fishing." She squeezed past him and went upstairs. If she had turned back, she would have seen Austin staring at her with longing in his grey eyes.
***
"I caught something!" Farrah screamed when she felt something tug on her line.
Austin couldn't help but laugh; all day he had been patient with Farrah as he taught her how to fish. The best thing about it was that he sincerely enjoyed spending time with her. He didn't mind the endless questions she asked or the fact that she let three fish they caught go because she didn't want them to die. He was falling for her.
"Reel it in slowly, like I taught you," he said from behind.
Her body went stiff when his hands touched her. He helped her reel in the line slowly. He felt her breathing change. Being close was doing something to the both of them, and he knew it. "Focus," he said softly in her ear.
"Here," she said, thrusting the fishing rod into Austin's hand and walking to the other side of the boat.
"Farrah, we need to talk," Austin said after he had reeled the large bass into the boat. He unhooked the fish and looked at her.
"No, we don't." She refused to look at him.
"I feel anxious around you. I am starting to develop these feelings." He walked towards her and stroked the side of her face, which made Farrah step backwards.
Farrah misjudged her step; Austin tried to reach for her, but it was too late. Farrah went overboard and splashed into the cold lake.
"Farrah!" he yelled before jumping in.
***
Farrah had never learned how to swim. When she hit the water, she panicked as she sank into the lake.
Within seconds, she felt someone grab her and pull her to the surface. She gasped for air while spitting out water.
"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 rai
n, 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.
"Farrah? Did you hear me?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, what?" she said, looking at him. "I asked for your opinion," he said.