Page 76 of Breaking All The Rules
He laughed this time. “Do you have any requests?”
“Very funny, Austin.”
He suppressed another laugh. He thought it was hilarious. Definitely a story he hoped to tell one day about the night they’d first camped out under the stars. But, with her wish being his command, Austin whistled “Home on the Range,” which wasn’t easy when he was trying to also pee and fight the bubble of laughter in his chest.
“Okay, okay,” she muttered after he got to the end of the chorus. “Enough already.”
Austin grinned as he zipped up.
“Remind me in the future not to get so boozy where there’s no restroom in sight,” she said from behind him as her hand slipped between his body and his arm, curling around his elbow.
He looked down at her, and she smiled at him big and happy, like he was her knight in shining armor who’d just slayed a dragon for her instead of sticking close and whistling while she’d whizzed. Austin had been in his share of situations at work where people had been grateful to him, had looked at him as some kind of hero. But he’d never felt quite as special as he did right now being Beatrice’s hero.
They headed back to his pickup, kicking out of their shoes on the tailgate before getting under the covers and shedding their clothes, pushing them to the bottom of the bedding so they wouldn’t be freezing to get back into in the morning.
“Wow,” Beatrice said, her voice full of wonder as she gazed up at the sky above. “It’s magnificent.”
“Yeah.”
The moon hadn’t yet risen, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and the glow from the coals was too low to interfere with their night vision. A chandelier of stars hung overhead, puncturing the cool, crisp veil of night. A shooting star streaked across the sky, and Beatrice pointed and exclaimed in pleasure.
“You know any constellations?” she asked.
Austin didn’t. His brother knew all of them. Hell, Clay could probably pass as some kind of amateur astronomer, but Austin had preferred the mystical to the facts as far as the stars were concerned. That being said, he was totally up for faking it.
“Absolutely. They call me Galileo around these parts.” Pointing just above them, he drew a half-ass S shape between a band of stars. “That there is Rolly, the rattlesnake. See how there’s that little kick at the end? That’s it’s rattler.”
She laughed. “Okay. Sure.”
“And over there.” He pointed to the left. “That’s Beatrice the Beautiful.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh. See, you can just make out the curve of her waist.” He drew a line with his fingers between completely unrelated stars. “And there and there”—he dotted the air twice—“are her nipples.”
Her hair brushed against his neck as she turned her face into his chest, smothering her laughter as she gently bit just above his nipple. His body hummed with heat and anticipation. “You are full of shit, Austin Cooper.”
Austin grinned. “What gave me away?”
She rose up onto her elbow, her hair falling forward. “I think I’m going to have to punish you for impersonating an ancient astronomer of good standing. What town ordinance governs that, Officer?”
“Ah, that would be five six nine four subsection B three. Any particular punishment you have in mind?”
“I think it definitely requires a damn good boinking.”
Austin pressed his lips into a line to stop from laughing. Or begging. “Well…if you insist.”
She grinned, then reached under his pillow where Austin had stashed their condom supply earlier. Grabbing one, she ripped it open as her leg slid over his belly. In the blink of an eye she’d straddled him, the blankets falling down around her ass, leaving them both exposed, the cold air skimming an erotic brand against his heated flesh, her cool fingers utter torture on the taut, feverishly hot flesh of his cock as she applied the condom with ruthless efficiency.
His breath hissed out, fogging into the air. How was it possible to be so cold and so damn hot at the same time? Austin’s hands moved to her hips, his gaze lapping up the line of her neck and the curve of her breasts as she reached between them, guiding his dick in line with her center.
Slowly, slowly, her head thrown back, she slid onto him, and Austin groaned as she sank down, down, down, enveloping him in her slick, satiny heat until he was seated so high and tight in her, he didn’t know where she ended and he began. His heart was a slow, heavy thump in his chest. “You are a witch,” he murmured as she sat atop him, gloriously naked, her nipples hard points, her hair crowned with a galaxy of stars like some goddess of the night.
She held out her hands. “Shall I put a spell on you?”
Austin slid his hands from her hips to capture her fingers, interlinking his with hers, their palms pressed together. “You already have.”
She smiled and started to undulate her hips, and Austin moved in sync, and there were no spells, but there were moans and sighs and gasps of pleasure until the stars blurred and the earth shook and the heavens came tumbling down.
