Chapter Four: Austin
We all got along well, but sometimes Joshua annoyed the shit out of me. Part of me was probably just jealous, that he got to Alexa first. But something tells me she wouldn’t mind being shared.
That woman…she is so fucking sexy. And she doesn’t even know how much, so that makes it even more so. The way she walks, and her soft voice that rings right through my ears and down to my cock. I can imagine her moaning as I fuck her hard and slow. Joshua made sure I knew just how loud she was.
Then asked me to add new items to the menu, like I can just shit out new original recipes. Being the head chef sounds like the best job, but when you are the one who makes the place what it is, it isn’t so fun then. People come for the alcohol, yeah; but the food I make keeps them coming back. The cook staff is the largest because we always have orders up our ass when the dinner and night rush comes in.
I walked out of the meeting with Kellan and Joshua with a new task to distract me from thinking about Alexa. This permanent hard on was getting fucking uncomfortable, it’s been there since I first saw her the day before.
“You got a deadline for your request?” I joked with Joshua on the way to the kitchen, though I was a little serious.
“Something for tonight,” he shrugged, “just to entertain the crowd. Mondays are always a drag.” He scoffed and walked around the other end.
I went back in the kitchen and stopped at the sink to wash my hands. He leaned over the food counter with the same smug smile he had on since he told me about his tryst with Alexa. I rolled my eyes and ignored him as I took inventory of the supplies, trying to think of something I could make.
“Right. Except yours.” I deadpanned. He chuckled and rubbed his jaw like he had a secret.
“You got it. Just don’t make anything boring, or…whatever.”
I shook my head. Joshua knows nothing about this kitchen, just like I don’t know much about all that branding and media stuff.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“I’m taking off. See you tonight, I’m coming to check on Alexa. It will be her first night working the bar.” He grinned, and I matched his enthusiasm.
“See you.”
He took off and left me alone to figure out what the hell I was going to make. Kellan was hidden away in his office so I knew I couldn’t ask him. He doesn’t like to be bothered much. We each have our own thing, and we stick to it. That’s how the place stays running. I remember just years ago when this was all just an idea. But Joshua gave it a character, a personality. He built our brand from the ground up and he continues to keep it going. Kellan makes sure we don’t fall apart financially. I honestly don’t have two shits of a clue about sales and upkeep. But he does.
All the beer, food, basically anything that needs to be bought; he handles it. And God bless him, because he has made us all a lot of money.
Even as just a chef, I’m an equal partner. We all are. We met way back in the day, college graduates with shit degrees. I knew I liked food and pub cuisine, but I didn’t know what to do with it. I was prepared to work at any restaurant like this, and make a fraction of what I do now. A laughable fraction. But, one drunken night we made plans on old napkins. Woke up the next day and decided to go through with it.
I aimlessly shuffled through the freezer and dry cabinet. I was about to lose it when I thought of the one thing we didn’t have as an appetizer, fried pickles. Basic, but any bar has them. It’s sort of Irish, but most of our menu isn’t strict to Irish cuisine. I think it was part of the brand or something.
I got to work, planning to do wedge pickles instead. I would add some sort of twist to it, but I hadn’t decided yet. Kellan interrupted me before I could get started.
“Any luck?” He entered the kitchen and leaned against the prep counter.
“Maybe. I was thinking of fried pickles.” I shrugged, not really sure of it now that I had said it out loud.
“Sounds okay. Anything else?” He stared at me apprehensively. I wondered why he was dressed so nicely, in a denim button up and khakis.
“No…why are you dressed like that, man?” I screwed up my face as I stared at him. He laughed. I leaned back against the other counter as I looked across the room at him.
“I had a meeting with the lawyer.”
“Something up?”
“Nah,” he shook his head, “just some clerical shit. Had to re-file pretty much everything. But it’s all squared away now.” He must have been tired, because he wasn’t hiding his accent as much. It’s still there, and he loves to use it on the ladies, but sometimes it is thicker than others.
“Got it. So, today is Alexa’s first day.” I stated. He cracked a smile but didn’t let it reach his eyes.
“Yep. She will be fine though, it’s not her first go.”
“I didn’t think you would hire someone who wasn’t qualified. No matter how hot.” I cocked my brow.
“Of course not. We just…got lucky.”
I nodded. “Joshua already had his go. Won’t stop talking about it.” I moved into the fridge to grab a beer and then passed one to Kellan.
“Thanks. Yeah, I heard.”
I couldn’t read his expression. He swigged his beer and I did the same.
“You mad about that?” I asked.
I wasn’t even sure if I was mad. Did I want her? Fuck yeah. And I don’t mind sharing…it’s more of a turn on. Maybe it gets complicated, but we’re adults. If the bridge builds, we will cross it then.
“No, not necessarily. She’s a fine piece of ass, but…”
“But what?” I pressed. He just shook his head and kept drinking his beer.
“Nothing, man. You get back to work, and uh…no fried pickles.” He chuckled, but it was halfhearted. And then he left.
“Weird.” I murmured.
A few hours later, the rest of the staff showed up and orders started coming in, but the floor wasn’t full yet at all. I looked at the employee chart on the computer, it was seven sharp so Alexa should be here. I smirked to myself and finished up the new recipe. Cheese fries. Everyone goes fucking crazy for cheese.
I looked over the food tray, trying to find Alexa. I smirked, and my hard on tightened when I found her reaching up high to grab something on the top shelf. I grinned, grabbed a plate of the cheese fries, and walked over to help her. She looked mighty fine in her tight jeans, ripped on the front and back a little bit. The company shirt fit her slender waist like a glove, her midriff was exposed. She had those sexy dimples above her ass cheeks, my tongue pressed against the roof of my mouth, imagining tasting her.
“Need some help?” I announced myself. She jumped slightly as she turned to face me, and it made her breasts swell against her shirt. I was glad no one was at the bar yet.
“Uh, no, I was just looking.” She smiled nervously. She looked beautiful, with the sun coming in behind her, it lit her long blonde locks up like liquid gold. “Austin, right?”
I set the plate down. “Yeah. You’re Alexa.” I looked at her from head to toe, making sure she knew I was checking her out. When I met her eyes again, they were wide and hungry. I knew it.
She was wild.
“Yeah…are those cheese fries?” Her eyes drifted over to the plate with a smile. See? Everyone loves cheese.
“Yeah. New recipe.” I explained.
“Can I try it?” She reached for the plate, but I took her hand instead. That wrench tightened between us as her eyes met mine, shocked at first, but then she saw I wasn’t angry or anything.
With her left hand in mine, I used the other to pick up a smothered fry. I pulled her close to me, I was over a foot taller than her so she had to look up; and then I fed her the fry, watching her tongue lap over it. She went farther and took the tips of my fingers in her mouth, sucking slightly. I felt it right in my groin.
“Good?” My voice was gravelly. She chewed slowly and smiled.
“Amazing.” She whispered.
Fuck. I don’t have enough self-control for this.
“We can finish this in the kitchen,” I cocked my head to the side, and she nodded. Getting what I meant.
Smart girl.
Even though I left the plate behind and took her hand, she didn’t protest. Instead of the kitchen, I stopped at the supply closet off the back hall and hauled her in there. I locked the door and pressed her up against it. Her breath hitched, but before she had time to say anything, my mouth was on hers.
She tasted like fucking cherries, and a bit of the cheesy goodness I just fed her. I swirled my tongue around hers. Her small, warm hands drifted up my sides, and they felt amazing, but I trapped them above her head instead. Her breath hitched and I deepened the kiss, grinding my hardness against her.
She broke away for air, and I trailed kisses down her soft neck. Her body is so fucking perfect, I want every inch of it. Her eyes grazed across the bare skin of my arms in my tank. The fabric of my jeans rubbed against hers, creating an endless friction. I need to taste her.
I lifted her up and set her on a stack of boxes. I kept my eyes on hers as I undid her jeans. Her chest heaved with every breath, her breasts pressing against her shirt. I paused and weighed them in my hands, feeling her nipples against my palm.
“Austin…that feels good.” She breathed as I swirled my thumb around her nipple. I winked and knelt down in front of her.
I shucked her jeans off, faced with her pale pink cotton panties. I saw her wetness soaking through and groaned, my cock twitched. But we weren’t doing that just yet.
“I want to taste you so fucking bad.” I growled.
She nodded eagerly. “Please.”
I trailed my index finger down her folds through her panties and pressed. She cried out and tried to silence herself. I slid her panties down, revealing her tight pussy, primed with a short patch of hair nicely trimmed. I licked my lips, loving the sight of her. I don’t like my women bare at all. She was fucking perfect.
“Please.” She moaned. I had been teasing her, blowing my breath across her.
I couldn’t hold off anymore either. I flicked my tongue across her, once, twice, three times. Then I licked her from the base up, opening up her folds to me. The nub of her clit twitched, and I sucked it gently. I gripped her thick, soft thighs and opened her up to me. My tongue took control of her. Swirling around her, opening up her folds.
She fisted her hands in my hair and gripped tight, holding me to her as she grinded onto me. Her wetness seeped onto the box beneath her as I kept at it. It must have been five, maybe ten minutes that I held her on the edge.
“Austin, God Austin…please.”
“Please what?” I murmured against her folds. I kissed the skin of her inner thigh, leaving her throbbing.
“I... please.” She shook her head. I knew there was more beneath the surface, and I wanted to unleash her. A woman who goes for two guys, maybe three, has something underneath.
“Hmm?” I groaned.
“Fuck—I need to come! Please…” she cried out. I smirked and went back to her clit. Flicking it furiously as I sucked wildly. She shuddered and clenched with her orgasm, but I kept going.
I kept her there for as long as I could, until she pushed me away from the sensation. Her eyes were wide and wild as they looked at me. I grinned and kissed her hard and deep so she could taste herself on me. She didn’t push me away like most girls.
“You okay?” I asked her.
Her eyes were glassy as she nodded slowly.
“Thanks.” She whispered and bit her lip as she shimmied her bottoms back on.
“More where that came from, baby.”