Season 4 Austin And Ally Novels & Stories

Alyssa looked at the handsome man in front of her. He had sunk down on one knee while looking up at her affectionately. "I heard that my dear sister wants to punish me." The man's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Axel …" Alyssa murmured in a soft tone. "Whew! I was so relieved when I heard you call my name." Axel Whitaker was the fourth scion of the Taylor family. No one would have thought that a cold and distant man like him was capable of smiling at his sister brightly.

I didn't reply, but sent her a little smirk as I pulled away and walked over to where Tyler was standing. "Tyler, this is Becca, Skye, Eli and Adam," I introduced the lot of them. "And guys, this is Tyler." "It's great to meet you all," he smiled warmly, giving the girls a quick hug and the guys a firm handshake. "And you must be the one who was with Ally in New York for a bit?" He asked Becca as we all took a seat around one of the tables. "That's me," she smiled. "Finding work was a bitch, though. And the whole vibe didn't really suit me as much as I thought it would. But Ally on the other hand; it seems to be suiting you just great."

Austin, tempted by her nakedness and the rip clothes leaned into her and said, “Next time, I will tie you to all four post and take you.” “What wild thoughts you have. You must be a hardcore…” “No, just a hardcore vanilla.” “Oh,” blushed Agatha. Austin let out a low groan and said, "Hmm… But before I go out to battle, I should probably take a really quick shower first. For I smell of our mating session.” Agatha nodded. Austin took a five minute shower and came out from behind the folding screen. He was still wet and drenched from his bath. Agatha backed away and said, "Um. I probably shouldn't be in here."

Moon Austin is a fucked-up mess and he might not be the ally I need in southern California. Only time will tell, but tonight’s actions were not those of a sane man. Alex put the woman in the back seat. The smell of Austin’s piss permeates the air. We might visit the asshole again sooner rather than later. The woman should be out for twelve hours. She appeared healthy with what little we saw of her. I’m not happy about the ink, and I can’t imagine she is either.