Austin doesn't even slow down. He tugs me close, one arm cinched tight around my waist, the other up as a shield in front of me. The cameras keep popping, their flashes so bright I see spots in front of my eyes.
"Don't you dare," I hiss, staring up at Austin in warning when he spins me toward him. But he's already got that look—the one that says he's about to do something reckless and a little bit unhinged.
He grins at me and then hauls me closer, planting the most possessive kiss of my life on me. There's an audible gasp from the crowd. I'm pretty sure I hear his mom laughing. But none of that matters because his lips are on mine.
By the time he lets me up for air, my knees are weak, and I've almost forgotten that we're going to be all over the news again.
"She's the best thing that ever happened to me," he rumbles, grinning at the crowd.
The reporters eat it up, pelting us with even more questions as he tucks me under his arm and hurries us toward the cab waiting on the curb. I don't even get a chance to saybye to his family before he's bustling me inside, shutting everyone else out.
"We're going to be all over the news again," I mumble, trying to sound annoyed. I fail miserably. It's hard to be annoyed when your lips are still tingling.
Austin just grins, his thumb brushing my jaw. "That's the point, baby."
"Austin," I groan.
He leans in, cupping my cheeks between his massive palms. "You're not getting it," he murmurs. "I want everyone to know you're mine. If I have to kiss you in front of every camera in the world to make that clear, then I'll do it, Serena."
The words go off like a bomb in my chest. Panic claws up my spine because he's serious. Iknowhe's serious. He's…crap. He's in love with me.
And nothing has ever been so terrifying in my life. I can't do love. I can't be like my parents. I can't love him and then lose him and spend the rest of my life hating him because he's not mine anymore. I won't survive that!
"Hey." He brushes his lips across my forehead, instantly muting the panicked spiral of my thoughts. "It's okay, princess. We've got time."
I take a deep breath and then exhale, trying to relax. He's right. We do have time. We have all the time in the world.
So…why do I suddenly feel like there isn't nearly enough of it?
Because you love him, a little voice whispers.
I'm not sure what scares me more. The fact that it's right…or the fact that I don't hate that it's right.
Chapter Ten
Austin
"Christ," I growl, my hand sinking into Serena's hair as she takes my dick all the way down her throat, her watery eyes locked with mine. "That's it, princess. Choke on me just like that."
She moans around me, sending vibrations all the way to my balls. I snarl, so fucking close to losing it. That's nothing new. With her, I'm always so goddamn close to losing it. As soon as she has her hands or mouth on me, I'm ready to snap.
I lift her up, flipping her around until she's straddling my head.
"What—?" she asks.
"Get back on my cock and let me eat,"I growl.
"Oh god."
I slap her perfect ass for good measure and then bury my face in her cunt. She hesitates for half a second before she leans forward over my hips, takes my cock in both hands, and slides her mouth back down on me, taking me deep.
I go wild, tongue-fucking her so deep she grinds down against my mouth like she's trying to smother me.
Christ, I could do this all night and not regret a second of it.
She rocks her hips, needy and desperate, begging with that perfect body for more.
I slip my tongue lower and circle her asshole, just to see if she'll lose her mind.
