LOGINEmilia came to see him. She tried to console him. He tried to kiss her. She gave in. They made out then Austin pushed her away. Emilia had been good to him; he didn't want to use her this way.
It was the third week since their break up and he went to the same bar.
He ordered vodka and drank while waiting to be drunk. Oliver was by his side.
“Don't you have any patients to attend to”
“You are a patient”
“Hmm Oliver, so you wanna experiment on me.”
“No Austin I am worried for you. Your grades are slipping. Bridget is worried she wants to call your father.”
“I don't care the old man doesn't scare me”
“Then you must be drunk.”
Oliver interrupted their conversation and answered a call going outside. He told him not to get drunk before he returned.
Drinking his second glass of vodka he needed to get laid. He couldn't have sex with Emilia, maybe he could have sex with someone else.
He went to the bathroom, relieved himself and washed his hands. He needed to drink more Vodka he wasn't drunk yet. He went dancing looking for ladies that would agree to a one night stand and when a brunette caught his eye and soon they were dancing, making out swaying their bodies together. He was interrupted by a tall guy with Hazel eyes and he felt that dark urge to kill. The brunette made her escape and the guy was now looking at Austin his Hazel eyes dark. Austin kept dancing and The taller man watched him all over.
“So you aren't just a girl friend thief but also gay.”
“If I am gay how does it concern you?” he danced.
Austin's eyes scanned for the brunette girl. He needed to have sex. Pleasure could riddle his senses he wouldn't think of Angela.
“Where is your girlfriend?”
“I don't have one”
“You mean Angela dumped” you he laughed
“I didn't want to sleep with your ex- Austin”
“So who did you want to sleep with?”
Just then the DJ turned up the music and Austin swayed his hips harder
“Well I guess Angela must like you a lot if she pursued you for a whole year while we were together and now I hear she is trying to date you.”
“I am not interested in her”
“Well I don't care and I wanna cause her pain.”
“You could have sex with me.” Austin felt as the taller man was leaning dancing and bringing his arm to wrap around his waist.
He didn't push him away instead he whispered into the taller man's ears
“I am not gay”
“I didn't accuse you of being gay” They danced swaying with each other
“Then why would I want to sleep with you”
The taller man spoke the next set of words huskily in his ears “For revenge, for pleasure, to explore and definitely you would enjoy it.”
“Hmm I am not drunk and I won't agree” he walked away feeling dizzy. He felt turned on from the voice in his ears they did things his body didn't like.
He went outside the club to find his car.
A force slammed him to the driver's door and he was spurned around. His blue eyes met the hazel ones. The taller man slammed his mouth on him
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was revenge but he didn't think too much he enjoyed the feeling of the taller man's lips on his.
Him being taller and muscular. Austin saw that he didn't mind on the contrary he loved it.
Their lips had touched there was just no going back, the fire had been ignited there was no extinguisher that could put it off.
Their tongues met and they kissed, there was a fight for dominance and need. Austin felt he was losing. His knees had gone weak and their lips danced together. He let the taller man win leaned in closer to his body. His right palm held Austin's neck tighter he shoved his tongue to the roof of Austin's mouth and licked his teeth, biting his lips and causing the blue eyed man to moan and the taller man palmed Austin's cock through his trousers forgetting where they were. He wanted to pull off Austin's top. Austin's hands wandered round the chest he had seen so many times. He felt each muscle and as he felt his cock being rubbed against his clothes he discovered he was enjoying himself and he wanted to come.
“Fuck he cursed loudly.” the taller guy had had made quick work of zipping and unbuttoning his jeans and now his palms were rubbing directly at my dick
Austin didn't know if he was gay but he wanted to have sex. The thought of Angela dissipated and the only thought he felt was how much release he needed. His member was hard and aching and the man before him stroked him, feeling the mouth teasing his testicles and kissing him till he felt he couldn't breathe. The ache between his legs drew sensations to his skin.
He quickly thought he wouldn't mind if they did a quickie here by his car where anyone could see. It was dark outside yet he didn't care
"Shit, your dick is wet from pre cum" the taller man spoke huskily by Austin's ears he withdrew his hands zipped back his trousers and left Austin a haggard mess panting loudly.
“I hope to see you at school, Austin."
Austin felt so disappointed, horny and angry but he went home and finished himself with the thought of what had occurred by his car. He climaxed, bathed and slept well for the first time in three weeks. He forgot all about Oliver or the call he had gone to receive or if he had come back into the bar looking for him.
Taking Oliver's threat to account. He apologise to his mum. Went to school. Got notes from his fellow engineering students, not Benjamin. His best friend wasn't always serious with his books.
He checked his phone while in class there wasn't a response. The lecturer, an old man, was describing the principles and dynamics to certain mechanics and equipment. He would study it later. After class Benjamin went to the restroom to fuck and he was quickly reminded of the night before. He still felt hurt when he thought of Angela and he wondered why he wanted to know who the mystery person was. It was curiosity that made him place a call while he sat down waiting for Oliver and Emilia. The phone rang and his heartbeat rose as he felt nervous. He just wanted to know their identity, thank them and then he would move on.
He looked at his phone screen and the number was still calling after a few rings. There was an answer.
He put it to his ear and called out “Hello”
“ yes,” the voice that replied him was vaguely familiar he tried to remember
He was lost for words yet he went on can we meet
“Austin I never thought I would see the day you wanted to meet me”
His memory clicked it was the football captain. The one that almost brought him to ecstasy last night. “ Fuck you Brian why the hell will you do this ?”
“Meet me downstairs by the garage in 2 minutes” then Brian hung up.
He took angry strides to the garage. His blood boiling he finally knew the identity of the mysterious person. To his shock, it was the Brian , the captain of the football team, who had slept with my girlfriend. Was he playing with him?
He finally reached the garage and after scanning to make sure no one could see he angrily grabbed his collar and demanded to know why he had done this.
Brian didn't answer his question. Instead, he kissed Austin hard on the lips. He leaned into his ears and whispered in a low voice, he said, "It is you that I have always wanted. You asked me yesterday night who I wanted to sleep with. It has always been you.
Austin felt shivers run through his veins. He looked up to see Brian's eyes; they were dark and he felt a tingle roll down his spine.
“What the fuck Brian?”
“I am single sis” he manged to mutterOkay I was just curiousBrian searched his sister's face, he wondered did she know something. He hoped that she was just curious and nothing more came out of itBy Sunday afternoon, the autumn sun was pale and high above the main campus quad, casting long, crisp shadows across the brick walkways. The wind blew through the red oak trees, scattering dry leaves across the open lawn where students gathered in small groups with jackets and coffee cups.Inside the high-tech varsity media complex, the atmosphere was warm, quiet, and polished.Austin Carter stood near the wide glass windows of the second-floor media lounge, holding a paper cup of black coffee in one hand, his other hand shoved casually into the pocket of his dark fleece jacket. He was staring down through the glass at the quad below, but his mind wasn't on the quiet campus layout
Chapter 72"The state worker isn't coming here to look at the furniture, Dad. They’re coming to see if Ruth has a bed, clean clothes, and food in the fridge."Brian leaned his broad back against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes fixed on the neat stack of legal papers resting beside his open laptop. The kitchen smelled of stale coffee, burnt toast, and the cold draft leaking through the frame of the back door.Arthur sat at the small wooden table, his thick, grease-stained fingers wrapped around a heavy ceramic mug. His dark suit jacket from the courtroom was slung over the back of a chair, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing the dark hair and old scars on his skin."They're going to look at the bank statements, Brian," Arthur said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "They're going to see a mechanic's wage and compare it to a multi-million-dollar estate on the north side of town.""And Vance is going to show them that your wage pays the rent, kee
"Put your wallet back in your pocket, Callahan, or I'm throwing it in the deep fryer."Matteo reached across the grease-stained laminate table, slapping Brian’s hand away before he could even pull his leather billfold out of his back jeans pocket.The diner near the edge of campus was loud, warm, and packed with late-night student crowds. The air smelled thick with fried onions, sizzling beef, and spilled cola. A heavy vinyl booth in the back corner gave the three of them just enough privacy away from the noise of the main counter.Brian let out a tired breath, his shoulders dropping an inch as he slumped back against the red vinyl seat. "Matt, I'm not letting your dad pay. I don't want to take advantage”"You don't have a choice, we already discussed this" Matteo said around a mouthful of bacon cheeseburger. He pointed his greasy fry at Brian for emphasis. " Besides my dad literally gave me his corporate card when I left the house tonight and said, 'Feed the captain.' If I bring back
Across campus, the warm, low hum of the varsity athlete lounge was alive with the clatter of pool balls and the bass-heavy beat of music playing from a Bluetooth speaker near the couches.Austin sat in a high-backed leather armchair in the corner of the room, his long legs stretched out in front of him, an open iPad resting on his lap showing film footage from last week's basketball scrimmage against State. He was wearing his dark navy fleece jacket over a plain white shirt, his dark eyes staring at the screen, but he hadn't hit play in over twenty minutes.His mind was stuck on the field. On the image of Brian Callahan lowering his broad shoulder, taking a brutal hit mid-air, and driving that ball into the top corner of the net.On the way Brian had looked up at him in the bleachers right after."Hey, Carter." John Doe dropped heavily onto the leather couch across from him, holding a plastic ice drinkAustin looked at him and smiled,John slurped on his drink, leaning back and restin
"Shut the door, Brian."Arthur sat behind the wheel of the silver sedan, his heavy hands gripping the black leather trim so tight his knuckles turned ghostly white under the grease stains. He didn't turn the key in the ignition. He just stared straight ahead through the dusty windshield at the grey concrete wall of the family court parking garage.Brian pulled the passenger door shut with a heavy thud, the sound echoing in the cold, enclosed air of the car. In the backseat, Lyra sat in total silence, her frantically pulling at a loose thread on the cuff of her jacket, her breath coming in quiet, ragged hitches."We still have her," Brian said, his voice flat, low, and rough against the back of his throat. "She's coming home with us today. Temporary custody means she stays in her bed tonight.""Temporary means four weeks of state workers walking through our front door with clipboards, Brian," Arthur growled, his gravelly tone cracking slightly around the edges. He finally turned to look
Now he would face the custody hearing his chest tightened as reality crashed back over his rushing adrenaline. I have to win this one, too. By one-fifteen in the afternoon, the damp grass and adrenaline of the football pitch were replaced by the cold, sterile smell of floor wax and old paper. Brian stood outside the downtown Family Court facility, his hair combed neatly, wearing a clean dark blue button-down shirt tucked into black trousers. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets to hide the slight tremor in his fingers. "Stop pacing, man," Matteo said, leaning his back against the beige wall of the hallway. He was dressed in a sharp charcoal blazer over a black shirt, looking surprisingly polished. "You look like you're about to run another ninety minutes." Beside him, James was sitting on a wooden bench, flipping through a legal pamphlet with a serious, focused expression. "He has every right to pace







