“O, I’m— I’m— Do you want to see me come?”
“No, I want to watch your face as you shoot. Let me see how much you enjoy it.”
And I knew the moment he came by the way his eyes popped open and he moaned, twisting about on his bed.
It was enough to send me to my own end, granting me the relief I’d needed with him.
And oh, what a relief it was.
“I want to see it, O,” he whispered, and I panned my phone camera down so he could see all that I’d shot across my thigh.
I heard him snicker, and we shared smiles over the phone before he said, “Well, I look forward to more of these moments, for sure, before I get to see you in person again.”
And I did too.
25
Keegan
Two more agonizing weeks passed before Owen finally had a chance to break free of his obligations and come back to Fever Falls for a far more extended stay. I had him for at least three weeks, and that was a decent amount of time, considering it had been pure torture being limited to interactions over the phone and through video chat. Amazing as they had been, they only added to my eager anticipation of getting to have Owen in person.
He had Ubered the first time he had arrived in Fever Falls, but since I couldn’t wait to see him, I said I’d pick him up from the airport. It was the same one he’d jetted me out from when I returned to Parlaisa for the interview, just twenty minutes outside of Fever Falls.
As I waited for my sort-of-boyfriend in the kiss-n-ride of the small airport, I noticed my eagerness transforming into anxiety. I was so excited about finally scratching this itch that had been intensifying during the time we hadn’t been able to continue where we’d left off in his room in the palace.
I wanted so much from him, but still, this discomfort lingered within me.
The discomfort quickly dissolved once I saw Owen step out of the automatic doors that pulled apart, as though presenting him in all his royal grandeur. He wore a button-down with the collar open, revealing small strands of his chest hair. As he adjusted his sunglasses with his free hand, he rolled his suitcase behind him, finding my piece-of-shit car fairly effortlessly, but smiling like he didn’t care, like he was just as glad to see me as I was to see him.
I slid out of the driver’s seat, hurrying to meet him at the trunk.
I expected a hug, but he went right in for a kiss, pushing me back against the car.
I heard a loud crash, and it took me a moment to realize it was the handle of his suitcase smashing against the asphalt. As soon as his hands moved under my shirt, probing at my flesh, I knew why he’d abandoned his luggage—we were both that greedy for one another’s touches once again.
I hooked both arms around him, and some impulse within me was so overpowering that I found myself leaping up, wrapping my legs around his waist. One of his hands gravitated to my ass, gripping it tight.
“Mmm…” He pulled away, his hot breath tickling my lips. “There’s the ass I’ve been missing.”
“I haven’t really given you a chance to miss it yet.”
“I have a feeling that once we get more acquainted, you might have a hard time keeping me out.”
A rush of energy moved from my core out through my arms, to my fingertips.
He offered another kiss, slow, sensual, licking his tongue across my own.
“We might want to get your bag in the trunk before security comes over here,” I added when I finally managed to break free of his lips.
“Really? I was thinking security might try to stop me if I wanted to put my bag inside your trunk right now.” With a gentle squeeze of my ass, he left no confusion about how badly he wanted to do just that.
We couldn’t help but kiss once more before he stowed his luggage away and we slipped into the front seats, gazing at one another, smiling.
I was glad he was finally with me again. And I knew we’d have a problem making it to the hotel as soon as our lips were back together once again. I was all nerves and frantic haste as we went at each other far more intensely than we had the last time we’d been together. There was something about having been deprived for as long as we had been in the ever-increasing anticipation of this very moment that had been amplified by each chat we had prior to it.
My mouth finally went numb before we pulled away, and I noticed a security guard standing beside another as they giggled together, then looked at us. Owen looked back, noticing, before turning to me and saying, “It looks like we have people enjoying the show. And you’re blushing again. I missed that blush.” He kissed my cheek, which I was sure made it a whole other shade of red.
Owen turned and waved at our audience, who waved back, still chuckling like it was the most exciting thing they’d gotten to see all day.
