“What kinds of things?”
“Creepy collages she made of photos from my playing days, love letters…her undergarments.”
“Oh my god,” I said, bursting out laughing. “She took jersey chasing a little too far.”
“She scared the shit out of me,” he admitted. “So I had to install all kinds of security measures on the place, and immediately started looking for a house. I needed to control who had access to me, and I got really lucky when I found this place. It used to be a vacation home for an older couple who lived in Lansing, and they were looking to sell it quickly so they could move to Arizona to be closer to their kids and grandkids. I installed the gates and a top of the line security system. The only people who know the codes are me, Hugo, Cal, and my housekeeper.”
“And now me.”
“And now you,” he confirmed. “Don’t make me regret it.”
I gave him a cheeky grin. “Give me a couple more orgasms and I won’t.”
“That’s all it takes, huh?” he asked, smiling wickedly at me before lifting me up and tossing me over his shoulder. He practically sprinted through the house back to his room, both of us laughing the whole time.
Our next joining was soft and slow, a true moment of hearts and souls coming together as one. And after what seemed like eons, we finally drifted off to sleep.
I woke several hours later, the world beyond the windows dark, the light of the moon casting shadows across Owen’s bedroom. The wind howled as rain pelted the glass, a storm having rolled in while we rested. But I was safe and warm in his embrace, skin on skin, my back to his chest.
Despite the four—or was it five?—rounds we’d gone earlier, even passed out, Owen was somehow hard against my ass.
As though sensing I was awake, his arms tightened around me, and he gripped my hand in one of his, lacing our fingers together. Something cool and metal met my skin, and I brushed my pinky over it.
“What’s with the ring?” I whispered.
Behind me, Owen breathed in deeply, his exhale warm against my bare shoulder where he’d rested his chin. “It was my dad’s wedding ring,” he said softly, voice husky and thick with sleep.
God, every time he mentioned his dad, my throat clogged with emotion. I couldn’t imagine the pain and grief he dealt with every day. Suddenly, I was gripped by the desire to make this man the happiest he’d ever been. To give him a reason to smile everyday, if only to lessen the obviousness of the hole in his life where his dad should’ve been.
And since his cock still pressed insistently against my backside, I knew an easy way to bring him pleasure right then. I wriggled a little, bringing our lower halves closer together.
“What’re you doing?” he asked, tone amused.
“You’re hard.”
“Your ass is pressed against my cock,” he said. “Of course I’m hard.”
“We should do something about that.”
Owen didn’t say anything, only moved the arm that had been banded around my waist, running his hand down my side until he reached my thigh. It was too easy to let him open me up, to hook my leg over his thick quad, the coarse hair there tickling my smooth skin. I shifted a bit to look at him, and he slipped his hand between my legs, fingers brushing across my slit.
“Don’t toy with me,” I whispered.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied, sliding two fingers inside me, pumping them slowly. “Gotta get you ready.”
My breath left me in a whoosh, and I spread my legs wider, giving him a better angle.
I reached for his cock, gripping him a little roughly. “I need you.”
With a sigh, he withdrew his fingers, and he covered my hand with his own, guiding his cock to my entrance and slowly pushing inside.
“Fuck,” I said on an exhale. He hadn’t even started moving, but the way he filled me was a sensation I’d never get over. “Nothing has ever felt as good as you, QB.”
“Or you, Whiskey.”
Then he moved, a languid advance and retreat of his hips, his cock deeply branding me every time he was fully seated. Even in this half-awake haze, his hands were seemingly everywhere. Tweaking my nipples. Pressing against my clit, slow circles timed to the pump of his cock. His mouth moved along my shoulder and the back of my neck, pressing biting kisses and soothing them away with his tongue.
My orgasm built slowly, my nails digging into the hand he’d anchored on my thigh to hold me wide for him as he drove me higher and higher.
