“And I’m fickle enough to have you pressed up against a wall telling you how hard you make me then make a play for another woman?”
“Some men would.”
“I’m not some men. I’m sorry if I’ve upset you but I knew you wanted us to just be friends in front of your family.”
“I know. You seemed to be enjoying how it made me feel and that was a shitty thing to do.”
I nodded. “It was. You’re right. I knew you were jealous of me talking to Simone.”
“So why did you keep talking to her?” she said then looked down. “Shit, that’s not what I wanted to say.”
“Come for a walk with me.”
“What?”
“Let’s go for a walk outside. To the stream. Your twin knows I was coming to your room and knowing him he’s got a cup to the wall.”
“You know him so well already.” She grabbed a jacket from the back of a chair. “Let’s go.”
We walked through the house in silence, ignoring the soft sounds that came from different rooms: laughter, a baby’s cry. We were half way across the grass before I had my arm around her waist and felt her start to relax.
“Let’s sit here,” I said as we reached the flattened grass where me and her brothers had been acting like teenagers a few hours before. “I’m not interested in Simone. You know I’m interested in you and I’m not a dick who has more than one woman on the go at once. My mother would’ve shot me if I was like that.”
She sat down in between my legs, her back to my chest. The dress she was wearing gave me full access to her tits and I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra, but I tried not to focus on that right now.
“I’m so used to the guys I date being like that, Owen.”
“Your brothers aren’t. Killian isn’t. I’m pretty sure you have male friends who know how to treat a woman.”
She rested her head back against me. “You’re right. My father isn’t like that either so I’ve been brought up knowing what to expect from a man. I have high standards but all the men I’ve picked so far haven’t lived up to them.”
“Maybe I’m different.” I so needed her to know that I was.
“Maybe you are. But I need to keep you at arm’s length until I believe that you are.”
I used a thumb to stroke her cheek, seeing her look up at me with those huge blue eyes. “Do I get a chance?”
“You’re actually asking me something rather than telling me?” She laughed. “I bet that killed you!”
“I can let you be in control sometimes.”
“Really?” She turned around and straddled me, fire burning in her eyes. Near to us, the owl screeched again, another answering back. My hands went to her waist, steadying her. “Would you let me be in control right now.”
“Right now, I’d probably let you control everything.” I liked to dominate in bed, with words, actions, but I needed her to see I could let her share, that she had power too.
I watched, fascinated, as she slipped the thin straps from her shoulders, pushing them down and sliding her arms out, exposing her breasts to me and the air outside. We were far enough away from the house that no one would see us and I doubted anyone else was around, but there was still the risk of being caught.
“Can I touch you?”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
My hands left her waist and cupped her tits, feeling their weight, teasing her nipples. “Can I taste them?”
She nodded and my head went to the right, teeth nipping and pulling gently, making her whimper. I used a hand to play with the left, stroking and pinching in time with the other and then I switched. Her hands were in my hair, pulling and gripping. I’d discovered on Sunday she liked to have her tits played with and I had wondered if she could come just from my doing that, but not outside, not right now. There were other things to discover.
“Can I touch your pussy?” I said, pulling back to see her face flushed, nipples hard and red.
“Where are your manners?”
