“Ummm.”
“Yeah, well, now I’ve got handcuffs to amplify the fun.”
“Maybe this is getting out of hand,” I tell him.
“Oh, is it?” he asks, playfully. “You just turned up the fun dial a whole new notch, Scarlett. I don’t know who you think you’re playing with, but I think you may have met your match, darlin’.”
Just as my back hits the bed, my phone starts ringing in my back pocket. I go to reach for it, but my hand is grabbed, and so is the other. “I’m making these loose, so you don’t hurt your wrist. Normally, I’d cuff you to something, but you’re lucky I know better.” My good wrist isn’t spared, however. I can’t move that one around much at all.
“My phone is ringing!” I tell him.
He reaches under me and slides my phone out of my back pocket. “It’s Brendan. Can you call him back?”
“He never calls me this late at night. Something might be wrong,” I tell him.
Austin clicks the answer button and holds the phone up to my ear.
“Brendan, you okay?”
“I have the most exciting news in the world,” he says.
“Oh, sweetie, can this wait for maybe an hour? Austin’s hand moves down my thigh, squeezing to the point where I might make the wrong noise on the phone. “Or two hours.”
“Scar, this is important,” he says.
“Well, what is it?”
“Kalvin and I are getting married,” he shrieks. I can’t pull the phone away from my ear because Austin is still holding it there.
“No freaking way. I’m so excited for you. When is the wedding? What are your plans?” Austin is no longer being friendly about this phone call. He’s tugging my pants down with his free hand and frees them enough to give him the space to slide two fingers inside of me. He hits the right spot at the just the moment Brendan is telling me about the tuxedo he’s going to wear, and I cry out loud.
“You’re so sweet, Scarlett. This is why I wanted to call you first. Want to know the best part?”
Austin slides in and out of me again, hitting the same spot he’s gotten good at finding on the first try. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
“Wow. See, I knew you’d be excited. We want to get married in South Carolina, near you guys.”
“Oh my God. Don’t stop,” I shout.
“In fact, I was hoping we might be able to convince Austin to have the wedding on his beautiful property at his house—maybe?”
“That’s it. Right there … yes, yes.”
“Thank you so, so much. You are truly the best friend a guy could ask for.”
