The First Time is the Hardest: An Austin Brothers Novella (Austin Brothers Series Book 1) (8 page)
Authors: L A Cotton
I LEANED BACK AGAINST RYAN, and his arm came around my waist as he tucked his chin onto my shoulder. “Looks good, huh?”
“It'll do, for now,” I said, surveying the apartment.
Our
apartment.
After spending all morning moving and unpacking boxes, it was finally starting to look like home.
“For now?” Ryan turned me in his arms and stared down at me. “I feel like there's a but in there somewhere.” The storm in his eyes had subsided recently; he’d said it was because of me, but I knew it was more than that. The last five months had changed him. Losing Lucas, deciding to make the move to Houston with me, and reconciling with his parents—Ryan was different. Calmer.
Lighter.
Smiling up at him, I said, “It's kind of small, Ryan. What if we find it too suffocating? This is all new and well, I- I ...”
He dipped his head, capturing my lips, and my argument died on my tongue. Ryan had insisted this place was perfect. It was a one-bedroom apartment in a modern building right in the heart of the city. Close enough for me to walk the short distance to my new job at The Radisson and easy enough for Ryan to commute to his job at Zero-to-Sixty auto shop.
I pulled back, unable to think clearly with him so close kissing me like a man starved. “Ryan, I just think-”
He pulled me closer, his free hand burying itself in my hair, anchoring us together. “Shh, Mila, I'm trying to kiss you right now.” He smiled against my mouth, and when he ran his tongue along the seam of my mouth, I gave in. Ryan pulled us to the wall and the impact reverberated around the room, but it didn't matter. When we were like this—lost in each other—nothing could ever ...
“What the hell?”
“Get off her. That's my sister, man. My eyes, oh God, my eyes.”
“Nice, Jeanie, real nice.”
Ryan tensed and broke off the kiss, dropping his head to mine, and I silently cursed my brothers’ epic timing, feeling the heat of embarrassment color my cheeks.
“Don't mind them,” I whispered. “They're just having a hard time accepting their baby sister is all grown up.”
Ryan released me, and tucking myself into his side, I turned to face my brothers. “Is that the last of them?” I eyed the boxes in their arms.
“What do you say, Colt? Can we take him? Just this once? It'll be like his initiation into the family.” Chase grinned right at Ryan, but I stepped in front of him shielding him from my jerk-of-a-brother's view. “You'll have to go through me first, Chase Michael Austin.”
“Ahhhh, Mils, you ruin all our fun.”
“You know he's just playing, right?” Tanner placed down the box and came toward me. “Ryan, ignore him. Chase just enjoys giving you a hard time.”
Ryan stepped up beside me, sliding his hand into mine. “You’re a dick,” he said pointedly to Chase, over Tanner’s shoulder. “But we’re stuck with each other, so can we at least try and call a truce?”
Chase’s earlier smugness melted away, and he shrugged, muttering something under his breath.
“Atta boy,” Colton said clapping him on the shoulder. “All that matters is that Ryan takes good care of her. And he will take good care of her, right?” My eldest brother’s eyes snapped to Ryan, and I threw my hands up in defeat. “You three are impossible. Come on, Ryan, let’s leave the children to the rest of the unpacking.”
Ryan’s laughter filled the room as I tugged him into our bedroom.
~
“At last.” I sighed, wrapping my arms around Ryan’s shoulders. “I thought they were never going to leave.”
“They just didn’t want to leave you with me.”
“Ryan!”
“I’m joking. Kind of. I know it’ll take some time for them to get used to the idea of us.”
A bitter laugh escaped me. “It’s been five months. I think they’ve had enough time. Chase is just Chase, but I expected more from Colton. I’m just glad Mom and Dad agreed to stay in Radeno.”
Ryan pressed a kiss to my forehead. “It’s fine; I can handle them if it means I get you all to myself, miles away from your brothers and their threats.”
“I like the sound of that.” I pulled back and looked into his gray eyes. “He’d be so proud of you, Ryan. Of us.”
“Would he?” Ryan swallowed hard, and I felt a flash of guilt, but then I remembered my promise to Lucas.
“Don’t you dare, Ryan Howard Gennery.”
Amusement tugged at his mouth. “How the hell did you find that out?”
Tapping my nose, I said, “I have my ways.”
“My bad.” He held up his hands. “You were saying?”
“Don’t you dare feel guilty. We’re over that, remember? He would be happy for us. Lucas would be happy that we found each other, Ryan. I know he would.”
Ryan’s eyes darted over my shoulder, and I knew what he was staring at. The photo of him and Lucas, the one from Lucas’s bedroom. I’d spent almost an hour hanging them earlier. Me and Lucas, Lucas and his parents, Ryan and Lucas—our wall was now littered with memories of the person we’d both loved and lost … but would never forget.
“You’re right.” Ryan’s gaze found me again, and he smiled. “Besides, he’ll kick my ass if I don’t love you as much as he did.”
“Yo- you love… you love me?” I choked out, my mouth gaping open like a fish.
He laughed and wrapped me into his arms. “Mila Jean Austin, you’re so damn cute when you’re speechless.”
Burying my face in Ryan’s shirt, I hugged him tight, letting myself soak up the moment.
Five months ago, I lost my best friend. My soul mate. My everything. Life seemed impossible. But now, standing in the place that I was supposed to come to with Lucas, things finally felt possible.
Life felt possible.
And I would share it all with one Gennery boy knowing that somewhere out there, the other was looking down on me.
~ The End ~
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~ TANNER ~
I couldn't stop thinking about her.
The girl from Jackson Square.
I wasn't a man of faith. Didn't have time for all that. But when she’d taken my hand and smiled up at me
something
had passed between us. I’d felt it all the way to my soul. It was as if she was looking right into me.
Who was I fucking kidding?
It was probably all of the bourbon Mitch insisted we drank at the bar. Because what else could it have been?
But all night, as Mitch lay in the motel bed beside me, sleeping off his first night celebrating his last week of freedom, I'd driven myself crazy. Thinking about her full smile. Her caramel skin and thick chocolate waves. Christ, maybe she was some kind of voodoo hoodoo priestess and had cast some kind of spell on me, because I sure as hell felt bewitched.
I was engaged. In eleven months, I would be married.
Married
, for fucks sake. Not to mention the fact,
I was an honest, decent, loyal guy. Beth, my fiancée, wasn't easy at times and the wedding was happening quicker than I anticipated, but I loved her. I did. My eyes had never wandered. Ever. So why was it, all I could think about was seeing her
again? It was as if something had taken over my reasoning, my logic, and I
had
to know her.
The girl telling fortunes to strangers for a few coins and a thank you.
- Gravity – Sara Bareilles
- Full of Grace – Sarah McLachlan
- The Funeral – Band of Horses
- Cry with You – Hunter Hayes
- Say Something – A Great Big World
- Ghost – Ella Henderson
- Wherever You Will Go – Charlene Soraia
- Panic Cord – Gabrielle Aplin
- Stay with Me – Sam Smith
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Talk Me Down – Troye Sivan -
Skinny Love – Birdy -
Follow You – Bring Me The Horizon -
Pompeii – Bastille -
All I Want – Kodaline -
Fix You - Coldplay
It feels right to start by thanking the person that is responsible for this novella. Andrea M Long – without your advice and suggestions with how to deal with my writers ‘funk’, this novella would cease to exist. I owe you! You see, Mila and Ryan’s story was never ‘planned’. I had stories all ready for the Austin brothers but never the Austin sister. And then, during a time when the words were not coming easily, Andie suggested I step back from things and write something new. Mila Austin literally jumped in my head and well, here we are.
Writing a story takes one person, but releasing a book takes a team, and I am lucky enough to have some fabulous ladies in my corner. On hand to beta read at the drop of a hat: Lucy, Ewelina, Robin, and Ginelle, thank you so much for stepping in and helping a girl out (again!) I really do appreciate it. JC Clarke at The Graphics Shed you did an AMAZING job with the cover. Your patience with me was endless and I am SO happy with how things turned out. Thank you! Jenny Sims (aka editor-extraordinaire) thank you for fitting me in, putting me straight, and prettying up my words. Can’t wait to squeeze you in Dublin. And last but not least, Nicole at IndieSage PR, you really make the difference. I might still be a mess, but at least now I’m an organised mess.
To my ‘crew’ thank you for all of the pimping and sharing and spreading the word—I love you guys. My readers group, you girls rock. And not forgetting, the ladies that help keep me sane in this crazy little community: Jenny Siegel, Kirsty-Anne Still, Sam Destiny, Lucy Johnson, The COPA authors, The Indie Girls, and The Chicken Soupers—I’m fortunate to have you all on my side.
And finally, to my readers. Without you, this would not be possible.
Until next time…
Contemporary romance and romantic suspense
… written with feeling
L.A is author of contemporary romance novels ranging from sweet with just a hint of steam, to suspenseful reads full of angst, tension, twists and turns. Home is a small town in the middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time mum to two little people with writing. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find L. A immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life.
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