Worn Me Down

Chapter 11 Austin

The sound of the door opening and closing wakes me up. I glance behind the couch to see Gwen angrily toss her purse onto the kitchen counter and stalk into the kitchen. She flings open the fridge door so hard it bangs against the counter behind it.

Looks like someone didn’t have a good dinner. Hopefully she’s in a chatty mood because I’ve got some questions for her. I fell asleep on the couch next to Emma thinking about all of the possible things Gwen had went through before she moved here and none of them left me with a good feeling.

I gently move Emma off of me, get up from the couch and reposition the blanket around her as she sighs and rolls over. A weird feeling tugs at my heart as I watch her tuck her hands under her cheek. She’s so small, so vulnerable and trusting. She’s obviously seen some not-so-good things in her short, six years and yet she’s happy and full of life. She believes without question that the people who love her will take care of her and keep her safe. She deserves to have a childhood without worry and without scars, so unlike my own. I have an unnatural urge to wrap my arms around her and never let her go, make sure nothing ever harms her and protect her at all costs.

Jesus, what the hell is wrong with me? I am NOT father material. I’m not even uncle material.

Not liking the direction of my thoughts, I back away from the couch and the sleeping little girl and head towards the kitchen.

I make it in there just as Gwen closes the fridge door, pops the top off of a bottle of beer and chugs half of it.

Leaning casually against the doorframe, I lift my eyebrow at her when she turns to face me. “Did they run out of dessert at the restaurant or something?”

She studies me silently for a few seconds before slamming the bottle down on the counter and charging towards me, determination shining in her eyes.

I put my hands up in surrender. “I was just kidding about dess-”

Her hands clutch onto the front of my shirt and she hauls me to her, bringing my lips to hers. When I hold completely still in shock, she takes it further by opening her mouth against mine just enough to glide the tip of her tongue across my bottom lip.

Every thought in my brain heads south, right to my dick. I forget about the questions I’m determined to make her answer and all of the reasons why this is the worst fucking idea in the entire world. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her roughly against me, sliding my tongue into her warm, wet mouth and groan as soon as I taste her. Our tongues immediately tangle together, pushing and swirling, vying for dominance as we both drive harder and deeper into one another. She lets go of my shirt, moving her hands up to clutch large chunks of my hair and my palms slide up under the back of her shirt until I feel smooth, warm skin.

This is such a stupid idea. Everything about this has bad news written all over it, but I can’t bring myself to care. Gwen’s mouth is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted and I want more. Without breaking the kiss, I spin her around and press her up against the front of the fridge, one of her legs immediately coming up to hook around the back of my thigh to hold me close. Pushing my tongue deeper, I bend my knees and slide the hard-on straining against the front of my jeans between her legs. I’m always in a state of semi-hardness whenever I’m in the same room with her, but the need that coursed through me as soon as I felt her lips against mine is off the charts.

She whimpers into my mouth and shifts her hips, sliding herself against me roughly until I’m damn certain I’m going to come in my jeans like a fucking fifteen-year-old. The sounds she makes, the heat from her body and the way she completely lets go with abandon drives me insane.

I knew from the first moment she called me an ass that kissing her would be like a fiery explosion, neither one of us surviving without getting burned. She’s mouthy and she’s stubborn, but there’s a vulnerability buried deep down inside that makes me want to take care of her, consume her and protect her at all costs.

Keeping my hand under her shirt, I slide it around, over her rib cage and move it up until I have her lace covered breast in my hand. Feeling the weight of it in my palm makes my dick throb and I instantly want to bury myself inside of her. Without breaking the kiss, she arches her back slightly, pushing herself against my palm, wanting more. Using the tips of my fingers, I tug the edge of the cup down roughly until her naked breast fills my hand. I run my thumb back and forth over her nipple until I feel it harden, then circle my thumb around it, over and over until I hear her whimper into my mouth again.

Her hips are still moving against me, faster and harder now. I gently suck her tongue into my mouth, using my thumb and forefinger to pinch her nipple, rolling it between my fingers. I swallow her cries of pleasure, bringing my free hand down to clutch her ass and help her move against me. I want to pull my head back and watch her come. I want to see her face flush with release and her teeth press down into the soft skin of her lip as her orgasm rushes through her. I want to see it all, but I can’t bring myself to stop kissing her. I hold tightly to her ass and help her slide herself against my dick that gets impossibly harder each time she makes a little sound of pleasure in the back of her throat. I continue kneading her breast and sliding against her until I can tell by the way her hands grip tighter to my hair and her hips move faster against my cock that she’s seconds away from coming apart, straining for release.

“Mommy, what are you doing?”

Gwen and I freeze, our lips separating, but my hands still firmly attached to tits and ass. I would be perfectly fine keeping them there for a little while longer, but she resumes normal brain function much faster than I do and yanks my hand out from under her shirt before shoving me away from her.

Keeping my back to Emma so that my dick can go back down to non-horny size, Gwen moves around me and rushes over to Emma.

“Sweetie, you shouldn’t be awake, it’s late. Come here, mommy will put you to bed.”

Glancing over my shoulder, I watch as Gwen lifts a sleepy Emma into her arms and rushes out of the room without one glance in my direction. Once they’re gone, I let out the breath I’d been holding since Emma’s voice doused a bucket of cold water all over my dick. Moving over to the counter, I rest my palms on top and drop my head down between my shoulders.

What in the fucking hell was that?

She comes in here pissed off about something and without even saying anything, drags me up against her and kisses me. Sure, I was an equal participant once the shock wore off, but what the ever-living hell was that? What made her suddenly decide I was worthy of her affection instead of her wrath?

This woman is going to be the fucking death of me, but I can still taste her on my lips and still feel the soft, heaviness of her breast in the palm of my hand and the only thought in my mind right now is that it sure would be a great fucking way to die. Turning around, I lean back against the counter and stare at the doorway where Gwen disappeared, running baseball stats through my head until I can finally move without my dick feeling like it’s going to explode.

Gwen comes back in the kitchen a few minutes later and stops in the doorway. Our eyes meet and for a few uncomfortable seconds, I can tell she’s replaying every single moment of what just happened in this room before Emma interrupted us. I watch her cheeks flush and I can’t tell if it’s because she’s getting turned on again or because she’s embarrassed. As much as I want a repeat performance of what just happened, preferably without clothes this time, we need to talk. I need to know about her ex husband and I need to know what kind of a threat he is.

“Look, we need to-”

She immediately cuts me of. “It’s late and I need to be up early tomorrow. Thanks for watching Emma, I really appreciate it.”

Without another word, she turns and heads towards the front door. There’s nothing for me to do at this point but follow her. When I walk into the room, she’s standing with the door open, staring down at her feet like they’re the most interesting fucking things in the world.

I try again to get her to talk to me. “Gwen, we really need to talk.”

“Look, it’s been a long night. I’m not really in the mood to rehash things. I was pissed when I got home and that… shouldn’t have happened,” she tells me, gesturing towards the kitchen. “It’s not going to happen again so let’s just forget about it.”

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

I’m not a chick. I don’t need to talk about my feelings and discuss the pros and cons of what we just did in the kitchen. When I have my tongue down some woman’s throat and her tits in my hand, I don’t need to sit down and discuss it. At least we’re on the same page on one thing – it never should have happened.

So why the fuck am I so pissed that she’s dismissing me? I need to ask her about her ex, but all I can think about is how nonchalant she seems about what happened.

Well, fuck you very much then.

I don’t like the shit ton of emotions her words are making me feel, not the least of which is rejection, so I lash out at her without even thinking about what I’m saying. “I’d say it was good for me, but… well, it wasn’t. And you don’t have to worry about me repeating that mistake, darlin’. I prefer a woman who isn’t such a fucking tease.”

Ignoring the pained look on Gwen’s face, I grab the handle of the door and slam it closed on my way out.