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I TOOK AN EXTRA LONG shower; much longer than I usually do, but I had to get the sick feeling off of me I had after hearing Patrick’s voice on the answering machine threatening Owen and his family. I wish I knew what that stupid key was for; maybe all of this would make more sense to me. It probably wouldn’t, knowing Patrick.
Owen surprised me when he kissed me in front of his entire family. I was watching Olivia and Gabriel greet each other, and to be honest, I was green with envy over their love for each other. I’ve seen romantic movies with that kind of love, but I’ve never seen it firsthand.
Mom was a single parent my entire life. She never dated, at least that I know of, after having me. I never saw love like that up close until today and it was beautiful. Those two are made for each other.
Piper and Matt are similar, but they have a different type of relationship. You can tell he’s not the public displays of affection kind of guy, but he willingly takes part if Piper starts it. Although the entire time he was there with us, he never took his eyes off of her or the kids. I’m not even sure she realizes it, but that man is devoted to her in every way.
Hanging out with the ladies and crocheting crooked blankets all day today was just what I needed. We laughed at ourselves and each other. I didn’t realize how much I missed having friends and just hanging out talking about nothing. Neither of of them asked me about my history, what’s been going on, why I was staying with Owen, who I was, or anything. They just accepted me as I am, invited me into their world, and treated me like I’ve been around the entire time. I had a great day.
Then Patrick called and left that message and my little facade of happiness crumbled. Hearing his voice brought back what I’m really doing here.
“Mallory? Can I come in?” Owen calls from the other side of the bathroom door.
Instead of answering, I open the door and go back to brushing my teeth. As I spit into the sink and rinse my mouth, I look up into the mirror and see him in his sleep pants without a shirt. He’s freshly showered, too. Our eyes meet in the mirror and I see something in his that I’m afraid to hope for... love.
At least what I think is love. Maybe it’s just lust. I don’t know.
I watch as he fingers a few strands of my hair and then lets his hand fall down my back. My wounds on my back are mostly healed, so his touch feels like electricity on my skin.
I turn around and look at him face to face, not saying a word. It’s like I don’t have to; we’re communicating on a different level. I’ve never had this type of connection with anyone before, and I don’t understand how this is happening, but I want more.
The feel of his fingers caressing my face gives me goosebumps. The anticipation almost hurts when I see him coming closer to me to kiss me. I want to feel his lips on my mine, his hands on my body, and his hardness against me. I want him to put out this fire that’s burning inside of me, threatening to incinerate the both of us.
He stops just millimeters away from touching my lips. “Mallory, I’m going to kiss you. Speak now if you don’t want to do this.” He waits for what feels like an eternity, but is probably only five seconds for any sign from me that I don’t want him. I force every single muscle I have in my body to freeze, even my heart, so I don’t give him any reason to abandon the kiss.
I’m successful.
Owen’s lips meet mine as he picks me up, wrapping his hands around my ass, and carries me to the bedroom. We land on the bed without breaking the kiss. He climbs over me and we’re laying face to face. I let my hands wander his abs, feeling the definition of every tight muscle he has as his hands work their way up my hips and under my nightshirt to my breasts. I’m not big, but I’m also not small. I love how I fit into his palms. I groan, embarrassingly loud.
“Let me hear you, baby.” He kisses along my jaw, working his way down my neck. “Tell me what you like.”
“That”, I whisper as he twists and squeezes my nipple.
“I can do better than that.” Owen pulls my nightshirt off over my head, and the warmth of his mouth on my nipple takes me by surprise. He nibbles on it and I groan again. His hand slides down my front and into my panties, slowly. I think he’s giving me a chance to stop him, but that’s not going to happen.
As his fingers start to explore my core, I move my hand down his front and into his sleep pants. Oh. My. God. He’s going commando. His length is silky, hard, and oh so long. I try to wrap my fingers around him, but they aren’t long enough.
I’m about to give up when he groans. “Stroke me, baby, please.” He pleads with me and I accommodate his request even though I can barely hold on to him. “Fuck, you feel good.” I watch his head fall back and his eyes close. It empowers me to push him onto his back and he lets me.
The room is dark except for the bathroom light that gives the room a small glow, but in that glow I can see excitement on his face. I feel bold and powerful, so I kiss him across his chest, flicking his nipples as I pass by them. I keep stroking his cock and his hips are moving in time with my strokes.
I follow his happy trail with my kisses until I’m face to face with his cock. There’s no fucking way I’m going to get this whole thing in my mouth, but damn it, I’m going to try.
I look up at Owen, and he’s watching me. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s okay.”
He’s giving me an out and I appreciate it, but that’s the last thing I want. I stare at him as he watches me stick my tongue out and lick his tip.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That’s hot, baby.”
I do it again, but this time I let the tip of my tongue circle his entire tip. The entire time he’s watching me while I watch him. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done before and I want to keep doing it. I lower my lips and pull him into my mouth and as I do, his head falls back on the pillow. “Fuck, Mallory. Your mouth is so warm and sexy.”
I pull at his sleep pants and somehow he manages to get them past his hips and down his legs. I now have a naked Owen laying underneath me and I feel like a kid at Christmas. As I lick down his shaft, I take his balls into my hand. He wraps his hands around the back of my head, but he just holds them there. He doesn’t push or pull and I’m wondering why when I feel him lift himself up and flip us.
“I can’t have you do that to me. This will end way faster than I plan for it.” He kisses me as his fingers explore my core again. “All this wetness for me? I want to taste it. Are you going to let me, baby?” I watch as he brings his wet fingers up to his mouth and licks them dry. “Hmmm. Tasty.” I almost come watching that.
“Yes.” I tell him.
“Yes, what, baby?”
“Yes. I’m going to let you taste me.” I can’t believe I just said that, but I’m so fucking horny right now. All decorum is out the window. I want him down between my legs, flicking my clit, and making me come. I’m being a greedy bitch, but I don’t care.