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  Curtis: Hate to go against the norm, but I'd like to see Eden with the butcher's knife.

  Jerry: How come I can't get such a quick response from you all?

  Jerry: Butter.

  I chuckled, Jerry's face was filled with a lot of pain and suffering but not nearly as much as Fraser's face.

  Evan: Fraser, cast your vote.

  Evan: Fraser, tell us how you want your junk cut off.

  Evan: Fraaaassseerrr.

  Curtis: Frankie says I'm wrong. Has to be a butter knife.

  Eden: Well then it's decided. Butter knife it is. Sorry Curtis.

  Curtis: I'm sure he'll suffer enough.

  Evan: Fraaaassseerrr.

  Fraser huffed and pulled out a magazine, ignoring everyone.

  Eden: I'm going to need a magnifying glass and some gloves. Not for the blood, for the crabs.

  Evan and Jaxon chuckled, even Jerry had a smile.

  Jerry: Can I suggest that you not do it here, I can't imagine it would come out of the carpet too well.

  Evan: The crabs?

  Curtis: Do you think he has them?

  Eden: I'd suggest checking but that means we'd have to look at it.

  Jaxon: Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you Eden?

  Eden: Piss off.

  Evan: No denial. Eden and Fraser sitting in a tree.

  Austin: K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

  Eden rolled her eyes and put away her phone, opting to work on her laptop. That woman was always doing something on it. Every time I looked at her she was frowning at it, scoffing at it, screwing her face up at it. No doubt it had something to do with the band.

  Jerry: Boys, can I have a call on the girl please?

  Evan: Dude, we like you wife. You are not getting a call girl.

  Jaxon: If you're planning on cheating on your wife, can I get a bit of cougar action?

  Jerry: Touch my wife and I'll sick Eden on you.

  Jerry thumped his fingers on the arm rest, waiting for them to make a final call on this never ending war of typed words. He should have waited until they were off the plane, it would have been easier. Then again, just watching them I could see they were a handful. Maybe this was the better solution.

  Austin: I'd prefer to not fly in a plane that is staffed by a victim of Fraser's love.

  Jaxon: Agreed.

  Curtis: Yep. Austin called it.

  Evan: Sure. That's the way to do it. Kick her because she spread.

  Curtis: More like bent over.

  More sniggering. It was like they were fifteen again.

  Jerry: Alright. It's done.

  He looked grimly in Fraser's direction but the man didn't look up, his face stuck in the magazine and avoiding everyone.

  Evan: Have you ever noticed how he follows her around everywhere?

  Jaxon: Hadn't, but will definitely watch now.

  Austin: Screwing every woman within a hundred miles isn't going to help him.

  Evan: He's trying to make her jealous.

  Jaxon: Seriously?

  Everyone looked at them, sitting together on the same seat. Neither of them had realised that the conversation was turning serious. I hadn't seen much of Fraser in the past few hours and last night it seemed that Eden was the last person on his mind. It was definitely a curious situation though.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Austin and I were dropped at his place first, Jaxon yelling rather loudly that we had to be at his place by no later than nine pm. Austin waived him off, almost ignoring him. With our bags in hand, we wandered into the rather swank apartment building. The fellow on the door nodded and opened the door for us.

  “Good afternoon Mister Gibson.”

  “Hello Tyson, this Abigail my girlfriend.”

  “Miss Marshall.” he smiled with a nod.

  Okay, I didn't want to know how he knew my surname. Or that he'd probably seen the lagoon picture. Damn this photo taking world.

  “Hey.” I returned the smile and then scurried after Austin.

  Hide behind the wall of hair falling over the side of my face. Pretend that the lagoon never happened. We walked through the rather garish lobby. It was done in a white marble, the walls, the floor, even the front desk was done in the stuff. Ridiculous. At the end of the white lobby with its chandelier and plush black lounge was four elevators. I went to press the button wondering why Austin walked past it.

  “This one Abigail.”

  He walked to the second one on the left side and punched a code into the keypad beside it. The doors opened and revealed a shiny black room. Walls of black glass, black floor tiles.

  “Private elevator.” he grinned mischievously as the doors closed. “Only goes to one floor so don't ever let anyone in that you don't want in our place.”

  Oh. Our place.

  “You might need the code.”

  Austin dropped the bag in his hand and walked to me, pressing me against the glass. I gasped as his lips nipped at my skin, five nips as he moved to my ear.

  “Five.” he whispered and then kissed my lips once.

  “One.”

  His hands moved to my backside, grabbing each side and pressing hard into the flesh.

  “Two.”

  One hand trailed over my hip and slid in between my legs as he whispered one. His fingers pressed hard against jeans, sliding up to my stomach. I dropped the bags, moving my hands to his waist. The skin underneath his shirt was so warm, incredibly inviting.

  “Did you want to go to the party tonight?”

  I shrugged as a wicked grin curled into his lips.

  “It would mean that we would have to get dressed and venture from the apartment.”

  “Oh okay.”

  “I have a hot tub. Never used it before. We could christen it.”

  Soft lips pressed against my collar bone, tugging at the skin with gentle bites.

  “Sure.”

  I gasped when the elevator stopped and Austin pressed against me. His hips fell onto mine, the hard dig of his erection against me. The doors slid open and Austin kicked his bag over the opening to stop the doors from closing again. His lips found mine in a fervent and desperate kiss, my hand sliding around the back of his neck.

  “Austin?”

  Our kiss stopped abruptly as a woman called out to him.

  “Is that you darling?”

  His eyes widened and he pulled away. My heart went thud. Dead. Gone. Bye-bye.

  “Hey mom. Wasn't expecting you to be here.”

  Austin rolled his eyes with a wry grin and picked up the bags. I grabbed mine and said goodbye to elevator sex. Hot tub sex. Kitchen counter sex. Who was I kidding? Our entire evening would have been the entry floor because we couldn't get any further.

  Not any more my mind sweetly giggled as it taunted me.

  I took a deep breath and ventured to the small lobby and the woman standing at the black double doors. Time to brave the woman that probably hated me for hurting her son.

  “Well Curtis is getting married, remember?”

  “Yeah but it's the weekend. You said that you'd be here Friday.”

  “Nonsense. I said we would be here when we got here. Shame that I had to learn that my son had a girlfriend through the media.”

  “Sorry mom.”

  He stepped aside and it was like looking at the picture in his book again. Austin really was a great artist. She smiled at me, pale pink lips stretched across her face. Like his mother, the two of them had jet black hair and dark blue eyes.

  “Mom, this is Abigail.”

  Austin did a casual flick of his fingers from under the bag he was holding, gesturing to his mother.

  “Heather.”

  I was engulfed in a hug before I could even say hello. It was so unexpected and crushing that I might have actually squeaked in shock. Heather was tall like her son, almost as wiry in build as well. As I was crushed against the chiffon of her dress I looked to Austin who had a wide grin.

  “Oh darling.” she hummed as she gripped me by the sh
oulder and pulled me out. “She's a cutie.”

  Austin rolled his eyes and walked into the apartment. Heather let her hands drop and turned to the door he had just walked through.

  “You are supposed to agree with me son.”

  “Yes mom. She's gorgeous.” the voice came from somewhere in the depths of his apartment.

  Heather pressed her lips with a slight grin, nodding her head once.

  “Dang straight.”

  “It's darn straight Heather.”

  At the door was his father, a man that was more like a frickin' mountain. Not sure what these people were standing in when they were growing up but having them looming over me made me feel incredibly short.

  I followed Heather to the door that was held open, the man looked a little panicked as I drew closer. Oh yes, that's right. Awkward greeting time.

  “Abigail, this is Austin's father Neil.”

  “Hello.” I smiled and was suddenly grateful that I was weighed down by bags.

  Neil shifted on his feet, moving the weight from one side to the other as his gaze darted to the two bags in my hands and the one over the shoulder. Pretty sure that Benny had packed everything I owned and not just the list that I had given him.

  “Hello Abigail.”

  Then he stepped into the room and held the door open, waiting for us to pass. Heather went first, gliding into the room like she was born with pure grace. Lucky thing.

  I stepped into the entry, more of the ostentatious white marble. To the right was a closed door but ahead of us was the most incredible view of Las Vegas I had ever seen. The room was the formal lounge room, giant glass sliding doors opened out to a large deck that had a glass balustrade so that it wouldn't destroy the stunning view. The afternoon sun glinted off the buildings, a soft dappled orange hue cast across the land.

  Slowly I walked closer to the lounge, almost entranced by the view.

  “You want a tour?”

  I turned to the soft husky voice to the side of me, Austin had his hands in his pockets and was looking at me with that sexy smirk that kept me wet.

  “Sure.”

  He took the two bags in my hands and led me further into the apartment. We walked into the lounge room, a vast room that housed the sitting area to the right and a pool table and bar to the left. Along the length of the room was an open corridor.

  “Down there is the kitchen and dining room. To the left of it is the guest quarters.”

  A sly grin slicked over his face. “Far, far away.”

  “Not far enough.” I whispered.

  Austin chuckled and led me to the right.

  “Powder room to the right, media room to the left.”

  We had delved into the enclosed part of the corridor, no longer in the open section. When we arrived a set of stairs that led down.

  “Far, far away.”

  As I walked down the stairs I grinned, thinking that we really were far away. It was another vast open area that had more amazing views. Behind the staircase with a decorative wrought iron balustrade was a single black door.

  “Laundry, gym and a study beyond that one.”

  A plush lounge sat in the center of the room, Austin ran his fingers over the back of the lounge as we walked along the exterior. Through the glass doors was the hot tub that sat in the center of the deck. Yep. Far, far away. On the other side of the room was a set of double doors that were open, Austin led the way into the bedroom.

  The hardwood floor of the second lounge room gave way to the soft and plush carpet of the master bedroom. I kind of wanted to take my shoes off just to feel it. Would it be too much to roll around on it? Maybe it might induce some spontaneous loving from the suddenly quiet one.

  Shades drew down on the view, taking away the bright glittering light that was shining it's way past the building. Through the windows that spanned one entire wall, I could see the same view as what the lounge room held. Well, could. Not anymore. Bags hit the ground somewhere behind me and a click made me come alive with anticipation. The shades allowed for light to still come into the room but gave privacy from the other high rise buildings around us.

  Turning to see Austin slowly stalking closer across the carpet I could feel the burning need rising along with the panic. His parents were upstairs. They knew we were down here. I did not want to look like some tart that ran straight to the bedroom as soon as we got here.

  “Austin, your parents are upstairs.”

  “So?”

  “I don't think it's appropriate considering that we just got here.”

  His figure was darkened because of the lack of light, like an ominous presence that stalked my every move.

  “You don't want this?”

  He took my hand and caressed the curve of his jeans, feeling the hard length that was begging to be freed.

  “Of course I do. I just don't want to be so obvious. I think that you should spend time with them. They came to see you, not to sit in your apartment while you fuck me. God, what would they think?”

  “They are happy that I am happy. If you want to sit and have an afternoon of them and not hot and earth shattering sex then that's fine by me.”

  Austin moved closer, pushing me onto the bed.

  “But just so that you know, you are missing out on one hell of an orgasm.”

  His lips pressed into the gully at the base of my throat, his hair flopping onto my face for a second until he lowered to my sternum. Another kiss gently placed upon the skin, lowering further. One placed in between my ribs, then again at my navel.

  He chuckled as he nuzzled against my thigh, pressing a kiss onto the zip of my jeans.

  “Such a shame.” he whispered.

  Then he got up from the bed and walked out of the room.

  “Bastard.” I hissed to no one.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Heather had cooked up a storm in preparation for our arrival. I was glad I was insistent on the afternoon tea. Clearly his parents wanted to spend time with him and not sitting around while he was downstairs playing hide the snake. So we sat in what was like a casual lounge room that sat to the side of the kitchen and ate cake, biscuits and tarts. Austin and his father sank back beers while Heather and I drank tea. I'd never had tea before. Can't say as I would ever have it again either but I held my tongue and said nothing. A beer would have been better.

  “Have you got an outfit for the wedding Abigail?”

  “Not as yet.”

  “Eden's taking her out tomorrow, you wanna go with them?”

  “Oh I don't want to spoil their girl time.”

  She smiled softly as she poured another cup of tea for me. Damn it.

  “It's okay, I barely know Eden so it's not really girl time. She's just taking me out because she knows this place better than I do and Austin refused to go dress shopping.”

  Neil chuckled as he sucked on the beer bottle, looking out the window.

  “Go on mom, you know you need a new dress.”

  His father gave him a look that was of death, clearly his mother liked to go clothes shopping.

  “Eden won't care.” he continued, ignoring his father “And it will be a good chance for you two to get to know each other.”

  “Oh alright.” she sighed with a slight smile.

  So hard to convince.

  We sat there for about an hour before Heather stood from the lounge, stating that we should get ready for dinner. I looked at Austin who said nothing but I was thoroughly confused. It was three in the afternoon. After clearing the plates away and doing a quick tidy up in the kitchen, I stopped and looked to the small lounge room with a little confusion. Heather and Neil had tidied up and disappeared pretty quickly.

  I turned back to Austin, he was leaning on the end of the bench with his hands in his pockets again.

  “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah, why wouldn't it be?”

  “They just left... just like that.” I frowned.

  He shrugged and lifted his body from the bench,
taking my hand and leading me down the corridor.

  “They're old. They have afternoon naps.”

  “They are not old.” I scoffed.

  “Well what would you prefer I say? They've gone to do what we're going to do?”

  Heat flushed into my cheeks. God, were they really?

  “It's the house of lurve baby.” Austin chuckled.

  I really did not need to know that. He pulled my hand down the stairs with speed, eager to get going on our afternoon of love.

  “Take two.”

  His voice was quiet as he leaned on the closed door, watching me with lowered eyes. I walked backwards, beckoning him with one little waggle of the finger. He complied, lifting the shirt off his body and reaching me with a few large strides. His arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me up as we kissed.

  The room was still dark from the shades being down. Austin knelt on the bed lowering us onto the soft cover. Piece by piece he unraveled me from my clothes, achingly slow with each item. Taking his time, kissing down my body, worshiping every part of me. He knelt back on the bed, lifting me higher as he kissed the palm of my hand.

  My fingers traced over the curve, cupping the hardened swell in his jeans. A soft hiss escaped him as I kissed the jeans, taunting him. Teasing time was over, I wanted to taste him. To have him. As the jeans parted he sprang free, desperate to find a path to my mouth.

  My tongue flattened to the underside, running the length and sliding over the tip. I swirled it around, gently pumping the shaft. Austin growled what sounded like an oh god, though I couldn't be certain. A bead of liquid slipped free, the saltiness oozing over my tongue. Austin hissed again, his eyes widening as I lapped it up.

  When I was done with rolling my tongue around the head, I sank him deep into me. He groaned hard as his hand laced in through my hair, urging me forward. Harder and faster.

  “Abigail.” he gulped at the air like his mouth was dry. “Baby you need to stop.”

  I hummed a giggle as hips flexed forward, pushing himself deeper in my mouth. The pads of his fingers kneaded against my neck as he slid himself in. My hands crossed his hips, putting pressure on the soft skin of his backside.

  “You really need to stop.”

  His hips dragged back out, sliding back in just as fast. He kept saying it but did he stop? Nope. I gripped the base, letting my fingers drag lower.