21
All Night In
v. Having no nightwatches.
Cole
Tonight wassimilar to the last time we walked through the woods under the close-aired darkness. Similar yet loaded with difference. We walked hand-in-hand now, not rebelling against our connection but accepting it, cultivating it, sharing it. We didn't need alcohol to loosen our lips and embolden our actions. We knew the path would lead us home, and from there, it would take us to bed—together. It was good, and this wasright.
We stumbled down the path—not as a result of liquor, though it had some hand in this—clinging to each other as we broke out in fits of riotous laughter. "I couldn't tell whether JJ was going to hop over the bar and drag us out by the scruff or launch into a slow clap," Isaid.
"Such an odd moment," Owen said with a chuckle. "Did you see the look Brooke-Ashley gave him? She rolled her eyes so hard they still haven't come backaround."
"True story," I murmured. "It was nice of the O'Keefes to drop by and say hello, even if they were a little awkward aboutit."
"Yeah, they're kind people," Owen replied. "They've had a few tough years, and they've struggled, but they'd still give you their last slice of bread if you asked forit."
I still didn't understand this town or the people in it, but neither were a puzzle in need ofsolving.
Owen turned, pinning me with a fierce stare. "But I don't want to talk about them anymore," hesaid.
"Okay," I replied. "That's fine. Maybe you can compliment my ass some more. That's what you're supposed to do on adate."
"I don't want to play pretend anymore," he said, his words quick and sharp. "I want to be real with younow."
"We are real," I said, confused. "Of course we're real. This entire night has been real. We weren't pretending to be on a date, Owen. We actually were ona—"
"I don't want you to go," he interrupted, "when the summerends."
Boom. Just fuckingboomwent myheart.
"Say something." He stepped closer, pressing his chest to mine. If his declaration wasn't enough to stun me into silence, his cock, hardening under his shorts, did the trick. "Tell me what you'rethinking."
"I—ohhh—yeah," I stammered, widening my stance and arching toward the firm ridge of him. He rocked against me, grinning as I groaned. "I can't think when you do that,baby."
"Try, for me, baby. Try. Promise me you'll stay." Owen's hips were bucking against me in a lazy rhythm. We groaned at that, and I was ready to come all over us. It could have been the friction, but it was mostly his words. "Say something," he repeated, the order taking on an edge ofanxiety.
"Yes, I want you," I replied with a needy groan. Thedry friction of his clothing-covered dick rubbing against mine made it impossible to do anything other than sink into these sensations. "Ofcourse."
"That's right," he said,growling.
"I want to stay," I continued, the loose tooth of my life outside this town wiggling under these words. "I want to stay here withyou. But I should tellyou—"
"The only thing you have to tell me is how you want me fucking you," he said as he pushed me against atree.
A gasp burst from my lips as the trunk bit into my back. With a shaking hand, I reached for Owen's jaw. I canted his face up, wanting to see the wild in his eyes. "Not this time," Iwhispered.
My hand still gripping his face, I stepped away from the tree. I curled my fingers around his belt and jerked his hips flush with mine. I wanted him like nothing else. So much that it hurt. But I also wanted this—him, us, these woods—and I couldn't bring myself tostop.
"What do you think you're doing, McClish?" heasked.
My eyes drifted shut while I basked in the pleasure of his shaft rubbing against mine. Even through layers of clothing, the sensation was unreal. "Could I make you come?" I asked. "Just likethis?"
Owen's hand shifted from my waist to my backside. He held me, squeezing just a bit. "You could smile at me, and I'd fall apart," he whispered. His fingers skimmed down my ass, pressing and rubbing like a dream. "I think you knowthat."
"I don't," I said, my voice tight as I held back a groan. With all the strength I could gather, I positioned him against the tree, pecked a kiss on the corner of his mouth, and dropped to my knees. "Myturn."
This time, I handled both his button and zipper without incident, and yanked his boxer briefs down. He loved it when I played with him a bit, teased, but I'd do all that some other time. Tonight, I was hungry for him. Hungry for a piece to call myown.
