“Eyes,” Austin demanded, and I met his again.
His hand slid to my clit again and I cried out as my orgasm hit me. He wasn’t far behind and covered my back with his body as he pulsed inside of me.
“Can’t breathe,” I rasped.
He stood immediately and slid out of me. “Sorry, baby.”
I stayed braced on the counter, my shaky arms the only thing keeping me upright, as he wrapped his arms around me again. “Bed.”
“I can’t move.”
He grinned. “I’ll help you.”
I giggled as we climbed back into the bed and faced each other, heads on our own pillows. “Who was on the phone?”
Austin frowned. “Annie.”
“Bad news?”
“She’s having trouble with her old man.”
I slid my hand under my cheek. “What kind of trouble?”
“He can be a dick.”
I studied him. He was holding back and I was debating on how far I’d push him. I decided, pretty damn far. “What aren’t you telling me?”
He flopped onto his back and dragged his hands down his face. “She fuckin’ called Hawk.”
“What do you mean?”
“To help. She called him before me.”
“What is your deal with Hawk?” I asked.
“He was our brother... sort of.”
“Another foster kid?”
Austin shook his head. “No, he’s the real son of our foster parents.”
I scooted closer to him, his arm coming automatically around me as I slipped mine across his waist. “What happened?”
“He put Annie in danger, is what happened.”
I leaned up on his chest and gripped his chin. “I swear toGod, Austin, if you don’t start giving me detailed information, I’m going to hurt you.”
He sighed. “Sorry. I just hate revisiting this shit.”
“Well, you either tell me what’s going on with you, or you shut up about it,” I said, leaning down to kiss him quickly. “I’m a woman, Austin. You can’t throw out partial information without my mind running rampant and making up all manner of stories, probably way worse than you could ever imagine. Either you put me out of my misery or you...,” I met his eyes and shook my head, “...actually, no. At this point, you just need to fill me in.
Austin laid his hand on my bottom and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Bottom line, he knocked Annie up and then forced her to get an abortion, which was done by a hack, so she started to bleed uncontrollably. She nearly died.”
I gasped. “What? Seriously? Why are you in a club with him, then?”
“We were already in when it all went down,” he said. “Then, when she admitted his father had been messin’ with her, he said nothing. Did nothing. Didn’t defend her, didn’t testify against his father, nothin’. Fuckin’ bastard.”
“Weren’t you all just kids though, honey? Maybe he didn’t have a whole lot of choice.”
