Restoring Eternity

Chapter 9

Warning: Contains rough sex. Enjoy, little cuntwaffles ^.^

It’s been three weeks since I first stood up for Austin, and things have been going great. Austin decided he needed time away from the spotlight for a while, and his publicist agreed. He moved in the guest bedroom and was now helping me take care of Blakely and other things. I threw my razors away. All of them. Sometimes the urge was so overwhelming for me to cut, but one look at Austin and I knew I didn’t need to.

            Surprisingly and suspiciously, Scott and Gielle haven’t called or made their presence known. While Austin’s and my relationship isn’t public, it doesn’t mean they won’t strike, so I’m keeping my eyes open and alert.

            I was reading a book and Austin had just put Blakely to sleep in his room. I guess she smelled Austin’s cologne on the sheets and she thought he was there, so she went to sleep faster.

The doorbell rang, so I got up to answer it. I opened the door to a tall woman that looked to be in her late thirties to early forties. Her hair, obviously dyed, was white-blond and so tortured with hairspray I heard the audible click of her bangs against her glasses. She had on a pink pinstriped suit jacket that was unbuttoned dangerously low, with a matching skirt and black pumps.

            “Can I help you?” I asked cautiously. It wasn’t every day you see someone dressed like this around here.

            “I’m Hannah,” she said, giving my hand a firm shake. “Austin’s publicist. You’re Drew, right?” Her voice was far more gentle than I expected, and I relaxed.

            “Yes,” I said. “Come in. Austin’s in the living room.”

            “Hey,” Austin said once she came in the room. They hugged and she kissed his cheek. “Take a seat.” She sat in the armchair and cleared her throat.

            “We’ve run into a problem,” she said. Austin sighed.           

            “There always is one,” he said. Hannah shook her head.

            “No, a big problem.”

She pulled a magazine out of her huge purse. Sure enough, Austin and I were on the front cover of Kerrang in the middle of a vicious make out session. I recognized the location at the park…one mile away from my house. We’d taken Blakely to the park last week. In the picture, my back was to the camera, but anyone who knew me or had seen me jogging around the neighborhood would recognize my butt-length navy blue hair. I know Riley would. Scott would, too.

            Austin set the magazine down, sighing again. I laid my head on his shoulder and interlocked our fingers. He kissed my head.

            “Also, Gielle has been calling me and demanding your number ever since you changed it. She also knows that’s you on the cover, Drew. She never forgets people she thinks have wronged her.”

            “Okay, so what do we do now?” Austin asked.

            “I have an idea,” Hannah said hesitantly, “but you’re not going to like it.”

Austin shrugged, waving a hand to let her go on.

            “This-“ Hannah said, gesturing to me and Austin, “has to end.” Before we could protest, she plowed on. “You both have too many people that have it in for you ever since this magazine came out. You should hear what they tell me. ‘Who is Austin Carlile’s mystery girl? Hannah, you have to know. Just tell us, please. We’ve got plenty of storylines for this. Austin will get a big wad of cash in his pocket, and so will you.’ Look, I know you two are in love. But you need to protect each other.” Her phone rang. “Shit,” she said, standing up. “I gotta go. Austin, call me. It was nice meeting you, Drew,” she said, and then she was a blur out the door.

            “Drew,” Austin said, taking both my hands in his, “Hannah’s right.”

I shook my head, yanking my hands from his. “No she’s not!” I said stubbornly. “I know you love me, Austin.” He shook his head.

            “Drew, I can’t do this anymore. It’s just too much stress on me, okay? Hannah’s right. In order to protect you, I have to let you go.” I felt tears spring to my eyes.

            “You can’t,” I whispered. “I need you.” Austin looked as if I’d ripped his heart open. Well good, because he’d did the same thing to mine.

            “Drew…” he said softly, but I kept him from saying more my smashing my lips into his.

            “Have sex with me,” I said. “Before you leave.”

            “Drew-“

            “Show me,” I said. “Show me you love me. That’s all I need before you leave, so I have something to hold on to.”

            I got up and went to my room across the house and he followed me. I closed the door once we were in my room and stood in front of Austin.

            “Fucking show me,” I whispered, and those three words set him off. He came at me, kissing me harder than I’d ever been kissed. I forced the passion out of my emotions. Just sex. This is what Austin wanted, right? No feelings. I wasn’t going to feel.

            I grabbed his shirt and yanked it off him, pushing on his hard chest until he fell onto my bed. I got on top of him and put my lips on his neck, biting him softly as he moaned into my hair, gently but firmly clutching fistfuls of it.

            I didn’t want him to be gentle with me. I wanted him to fuck me so I couldn’t feel anything for him anymore. I wanted him to destroy all my feelings for him. I pressed my mouth on his so hard his head banged against the wall. Our tongues were moving together in harmony.

            Austin ripped my shirt open and I threw it across the room somewhere. I grinded against his hips, loving the feel of my skin on his and his heavy breathing. I took my bra off with one fluid motion and tossed it on the floor. Austin instantly took one of my breasts in his hand, squeezing it hard. I threw my head back and moaned as he sucked on my hard nipples.

            No. This isn’t what I want. I could feel him being gentle. He doesn’t care about me if he’s leaving me. Why would he need to be gentle? We’re not in a fucking relationship anymore. Anger ripped through me and I pushed his head back and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them off him along with his underwear. He was big…way bigger than I’d expected. I spit on my hands, jerking him off roughly as he balled his hands into fists and squirmed.

            All of a sudden, I guess he just couldn’t take it anymore. He let everything out that moment. He grabbed me and held me by my neck against the wall, kissing me while putting a condom on.

            “Is this what you fucking want?” he growled at me, yanking on my hair. “For me to treat you like some whore?” He took my shorts and underwear off.

            “Fuck you!” I hissed. “You never even loved me!” Austin let out a growl of frustration before he slammed into me. I gasped, tears coming to my eyes. I blocked out the pain and it subsided eventually. All I felt then was pleasure. White hot pleasure. Austin forced me up on my knees, fucking me while yanking my head back by my hair to kiss me.

            Whenever he tried to go slow, I ground my hips into his. Flesh against flesh, Austin’s hot breath on my neck. I didn’t allow him to be gentle with me. I could almost feel his shock at my actions, but he went along with it. I dug my nails into his back and dragged them down his soft skin as he slammed into me, over and over again.

            Austin came, making a noise that sounded like a combination of  a moan, a groan, and a growl that was laced with pure passion, and need, and want.

             He collapsed on top of me, panting and sweating. I tangled my fingers in his hair and cried into his shoulder.

            “I love you,” he breathed into my neck.

And that’s how we fell asleep.