Chapter 6
6
JADE
I pull my dress up over my head, and it lands with a loud splat as Owen throws it onto the poolside.
I’m not at all uncomfortable with him looking at me now, knowing he doesn’t care about my post-pregnancy body, and because he makes me feel safe, and our wet bodies almost collide when he pulls my lips back to his. Only this time, he’s not gentle or patient and I don’t want him to be.
His firm hands find my ass as he lifts me, and with a timbre to his voice I’ve not heard from him before, he instructs me to wrap my legs around him.
As soon as I’m locked around him, he pushes me through the dense blue water with ease, as if he’s parting the Red Sea.
Deepening our kiss, he curls his tongue around mine, expelling a low groan, and I can’t help the sound that leaves my throat either as my panty-clad pussy rubs against his hard length.
“Jade,” he gasps.
“Owen,” I respond boldly. “I want you.”
Chest to chest, he nips at my mouth, peppering small kisses across my jaw and neck as he glides through the water. “You’ve no idea how much I love hearing those words.”
“All night I’ve imagined your lips on mine, your taste, your touch, all of it.” I want to reassure him because I know he’s felt unwanted for so long.
I arch my neck, giving him permission to continue kissing me, and the waves lap against my outer thighs, and with every step he takes toward the shallow end of the pool, I rub my center along his thick length, making me shiver with need, my desire for him wetting my already soaked panties.
“You’re big.” He is. Much bigger than I’ve experienced.
“And you are so fucking sexy, Hotshot.”
Uncharacteristically, I giggle girlishly when he calls me that. “Hotshot?” I ask on a gasp when he lifts me onto the edge of the pool, tugs the cup of my green lace bra down, and sucks my pebbled nipple into his mouth.
I pull him into my chest because I want more, and my sex drive suddenly shoots into overtime as he awakens my dormant desires.
“I’m not showy,” I admonish. “Hotshots are flashy and uncouth.” My words are breathless. He makes it increasingly difficult to concentrate as he rolls his tongue around the outer edges of my areola.
“You are neither of those things.” Licking, sucking, and gently biting my dusky-pink nipple, he expertly unclasps my front-fastening bra and moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention before climbing kisses up my décolletage and neck. Clinging to the back of his neck, I spread my legs wide for him, needing him to be closer, as he slides my bra straps down my arms.
“You are successful, though. You can’t deny that. The only female aerobatic pilot ever to fly for the Royal Air Force,” he mumbles in wonder against my skin while his lips seek out the perfect spot behind my ear, sending tingles down my back, unleashing a warmth deep in my core as my pleasure builds. I can’t make sense of anything that is happening between us. He’s barely touched me and I am so frigging turned on I might explode.
My heart melts when he confesses, “I feel like the luckiest man alive tonight, being here with you, and for you allowing me to see a different side of you, Jade.”
He’s right. I keep my circle tight in romance, friendships, and my career.
So why do I trust someone I barely know?
I hope I don’t live to regret my gut feeling about him, because if Owen discloses our evening together to anyone, especially the press… Gawd, the press . Since I landed this role, being the only female of a high-profile team, they seem to have a thing for me, taking an interest in my romantic life. It got worse after I split up with Michael. The newspapers and gossip mags printing photos of me with celebrities I’ve barely met for a minute on the red carpet or at charity functions, making assumptions about who I’m dating.
Fingers crossed, I’m right to trust Owen, or I will chop off Gregor’s balls and watch him eat them if his cousin turns out to be a snake.
I’m not usually so reckless, but tonight I want to let loose, plus I love sex. It’s been such a long time since someone has made me come, only I don’t want just anyone to do that. I want Owen.
Every cell in my body tells me I can trust him, already caring for him and his sad heart. I want to heal it and make it whole again .
No longer caring if anyone hears me, I moan loudly when he sucks my neck.
Please don’t leave a mark.
“I trust you, Owen. That’s why I am here with you tonight. I haven’t been with anyone since I had Poppy.”
He pulls back, our eyes connecting instantly. I place my hand over his thumping heart. “I trust you.”
He suddenly looks taller and wider, the strength of my words filling him with confidence.
I curl my pointer finger, beckoning him to me before I leisurely lean back on my hands, pushing my exposed chest out.
Screw it. If I am doing this tonight with him, I am doing it all. In the low lighting, he can’t see all my squidgy bits and scars properly, anyway.
When his eyes drop down my body, I pull my legs out of the water and rest my heels on the edge of the pool.
“You are beautiful. I think I’m dreaming.” His desire-filled gaze is hot enough to trigger an uncontrollable blaze.
“I think you have that the wrong way round, Owen. I think I might be dreaming.”
A shadow of something flits across his face. What is that? Doubt, pain, suspicion? I don’t know, but I want to find out. I don’t have to wait long. After several seconds, he reveals his insecurities.
“You don’t mean that, Jade. I bet you could have any man you wanted. I’m unemployed, a washed-up finance director, a paper pusher at best, and you”—he shakes his head, retreating, and I think he’s going to jump out of the pool as he takes another step away from me—“you dine with celebrities, meet kings and queens, travel the world, and me, well, I’m just an office worker from a minuscule seaside town on the east coast of Scotland. I’m insignificant. A nobody. ”
This poor man. His self-confidence has been shot to smithereens. “I don’t care about celebs and the cities I visit. I don’t care what you do or where you come from either. All I care about is having fun tonight, with you. Not just any man. I want you , Owen.” I’m honest with him when I say, “I don’t fool around, ever , and I haven’t been with anyone since Michael and I split up.”
His eyes blow wide with shock, then he confesses, “I haven’t been with anyone for over a year. Not since Skye.”
“Well then…” Feeling a newfound sense of bravado, I drag my pointer finger down between the valley of my cleavage, over the soft swell of my stomach, and down into my soaked-from-the-water-and-how-turned-on-I-am panties, making him gulp audibly. “You had better get over here and end this dry spell for both of us.” I rub my clit in little circles, watching him watch my hand. “I’m so wet for you, Owen. Only you.” I let out a long, low moan, reassuring him it’s only him that turns me on like this.
“Jesus… fucking… Christ.” He lets out a half-grumbled groan, dragging his hands down his face as if he’s torn.
I bite down on my lip and watch his reaction as I insert a finger into my pussy. My mouth drops open as I work it in and out a couple of times, the beginnings of an orgasm taking hold. I’m not going to last if he doesn’t take over soon.
“Do you want to taste me?” I remove my hand from inside my panties before holding my finger out, offering myself to him.
He doesn’t need to be asked twice as he lunges forward, causing the water to splash everywhere as he devours my finger. Sucking, he hums as he licks every drop of my arousal from my skin.
“Fuck me, you taste so fucking good,” he pants, dipping his head to kiss the skin of my knee, moving to my inner thigh as he scatters kisses, dusting his fingertips over my goosebumped skin. “Are you cold?” He looks up at me with concerned eyes.
I shake my head. “No, every touch from you feels like molten heat. Now take off my panties because I am so hot for you, and I need to come.” The need between my thighs takes on a pulse of its own.
His mouth twitches with humor. “You’re so fucking bossy.”
I suppose I am.
He hooks his fingers into the sides of my underwear. Helping him, I dig my heels into the ground, lift my hips off the still-warm concrete beneath me, allowing him to pull my panties slowly down my legs. He tosses them behind him into the pool.
Tipping his head to the side, he stares at my exposed pussy. “It’s beautiful,” he says as if talking to himself. “I like this.” He tugs on the tiny triangle of light copper hair above my public bone, making me gasp. Everything he does sends sparks of pleasure deep into my core. It’s as if his touch is magic. That’s never happened before.
“You’re soaked, Hotshot.”
“Kiss me,” I beg.
I’m not prepared when he misses my mouth; instead, he leans forward and kisses my clit, licking and sucking on it hard.
When his huge hand pushes my chest, silently instructing me to lie back, I do, crying out when he roughly licks my clit again.
“Softer, please.” But he doesn’t hear me and continues his assault on my sensitive clit.
Oh, I do not like that at all.
“Owen,” I gasp, grabbing his hair to stop him. Only he takes that as my cue to go harder .
I reach down and grab his tongue, pulling it away from my pussy.
He gags and retches, but I don’t let go.
Pulling his head up to look at me, he muffles jumbled words I can only imagine is him trying to ask what the hell I’m doing.
His hand clasps around my wrist. Still holding on to his tongue, and with narrowed eyes, I glare at him. “You are not tunneling your way to France, nor are you sucking hard candy.” I let go of my hold on him and he snaps his tongue back into his mouth.
“Was I not good?” He looks pained, as if I just punched him in the nuts.
“You’re too eager, Owen. I know it’s been a while.” I cup his face. “But go gentle. Tender. Slow. I don’t like it hard like that.” I brush my thumb down his cheek.
“Right.” He swallows. “Slow, gentle.” Repeating my words, his shoulders sag.
“Yeah.” I nod, encouraging him with a smile.
“I’m sorry.” He looks like a lost puppy with his sad eyes. “It’s just, well, Skye never, you know, wanted me to do that, but maybe this is why?”
“Oh my God, please never mention exes ever again while I am naked with you.” I roll my eyes jokingly. “Let me teach you.” I sit up fully, tipping his head so I can capture his lips with mine. “Like this.” I kiss him so softly it’s barely a kiss, then I run the tip of my tongue across the seam of his mouth. “Take your time.” I push my tongue slowly between his lips. “Then explore.” He gasps when the tip of my tongue touches his and I twist them together. “Small circles,” I mumble. “Up and down.” I flick. “Sometimes sucking.” I suck his tongue, making him growl into my mouth. “And don’t forget to use your fingers.” I grab his hand and suck one of his thick fingers into my mouth .
With hooded eyes, he watches as I move it back and forth.
“Now show me.”
“Who the fuck are you, Jade Sommers?” he asks, seemingly baffled by my direct ways.
I smirk. “Your new teacher. I’m going to show you how to be a phenomenal lover, Owen Brodie.” I lie down, arching my body as I stretch out my back. “Now make me come.”
I smile when soft warm lips touch my clit, then with light swirls, his tongue explores my lips, my wet entrance, and back again to my clit, making me melt into the tiles. “Owen, that feels so good.”
“Yeah?” His warm breath heats my already scorched skin.
“Keep doing that.” He leisurely pinches my clit, making me grab his long hair. “Oh, God, yeah. Just like that.”
“I’m so hard for you right now,” he pants, plunging his rigid tongue into my pussy, making my body curl off the uncomfortable hard ground.
The tip of his tongue picks up a little speed as he shapes two fingers around my sensitive clit, sliding them back and forth on either side, working me into a frenzy.
“Tell me what you want, Jade.” He kisses the spot above my clit, his blond scruff brushing my overly sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I need more. I want your fingers inside me,” I beg, my voice raspy and not sounding like my usual self.
His entire mouth covers my pussy, his tongue awakening every nerve ending. Pleasure surges through me, hitting places I thought no longer worked, as he takes his time like I told him to. He slides one thick finger, then another, deep into my wet-for-him core. My hips buck into his face, thrusting uncontrollably with the need to come.
“Deeper, Owen.” I clasp his head harder. “God, that’s so good.” I cry out as he shifts the angle of his hand, edging against my G-spot.
A rush of slick heat pours out of me as he fucks me with his long fingers.
Rubbing slightly faster, the ache between my thighs builds. “Holy shit, I’m going to come.”
“Come for me, Hotshot.” He hums as if he’s a human vibrator.
I look down at him momentarily. With his eyes closed, he’s eating me out like a man who’s been starved for too many years. “That’s so sexy,” I say out loud, not meaning to, shamelessly riding his face to chase my release.
He looks up, his eyes hooded and dark with desire. Pleasure like I have never felt before builds suddenly, startling me as my orgasm runs through every millimeter of my body. It’s intense and mind-blowing as stars explode behind my eyes, and I cry out his name, the sound feeling familiar as it falls from my lips.
My thighs lock his head in a tight vise-like grip as my pussy flutters around his fingers that are still buried deep inside my body.
With my heart beating out of my chest, sheer elation dances across my body as I come down from my come to Jesus moment and relax my thighs.
I release a long, pleasurable groan when he kisses my clit one last time. I cling on to his soft, wavy locks as if they are a life buoy on a stormy sea.
He kisses the swell of my stomach just above my C-section scar. I’m grateful when he doesn’t give it a second glance, showing me it really is a non-issue for him.
“Good?” He sounds unsure.
My heart melts at his self-doubt. My pulse still racing, I pull myself upright, then slide into the pool, needing to be closer to him.
He looks startled when my fingers climb his chest, and I cup my hand around the back of his neck. Pulling his lips down to meet mine, I kiss him with reverence, showing him how much I appreciated the orgasm he just gave me.
Tasting myself on him, I whisper, “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” I’m not lying. It was incredible.
“Really?” His entire face lights up like a kid that won a stuffed toy at the fair.
“You’re great at that.”
“I had an excellent teacher.” He teasingly pinches my ass.
“You can thank her from me.” I smile against his lips, going in for another kiss because I can’t stop touching him. “Now, can I show you my appreciation and help you with this?” I reach down and rub his hard cock that I’ve been desperate to touch, making his eyes roll into the back of his head.
“I will blow in like two seconds.” He sounds pained. “You are so beautiful and sexy. I won’t last.”
“I want to take care of you.” Kissing his chest, moving up to his neck, I bite his earlobe and gesture for him to sit on the side of the pool.
Within seconds, he’s there. Thick thighs spread wide, showing off his God-like body. “You’re not human,” I stutter, checking out his sculpted muscles.
“I work out a lot. Too much.”
I settle myself between his legs. “You’re perfect,” I whisper, running my hands down his abs, across his Adonis’s belt, the V shape pointing to his perfect but oh so fucking thick and long cock. “Holy shit,” I mumble as I see it up close for the first time.
“Do you want me to teach you what I like, too?” He places a knuckle under my chin to stop me from staring at his erection .
“I think I can handle this.” My fingertips run up and down his thighs, causing him to shiver.
“I’ve never met anyone like you before, Jade. You are way out of my league.” He cups my face.
“That’s not true.” I place a soft kiss on his wrist, directly over his hammering pulse. “I live under the same sun as you. What would make you happy, Owen?”
Seemingly in a daze, he shakes his head. “My family seems to think money makes you happy, but I know first-hand that’s not true.”
I plant a soft kiss on the side of his hard cock that’s jutting out away from his washboard stomach, making it twitch. It’s so big, I’ve yet to figure out how I will fit all of him in my mouth.
He hisses when I lick him from root to tip and roll my tongue around his thick crown, lapping the precum from his weeping slit.
“You make me feel hopeful, Jade.” His answer is not reassuring in the slightest. How can he say that when he’s only spent a few hours in my orbit? Does that mean he’s sad all the time?
“I want to make you happy again, Owen.” I groan, enjoying the sweet and saltiness of his cum. “You taste incredible.”
“Fuck. Me,” he growls, bucking his hips, tightening his grip around my jaw as I take control of his pleasure.
My nipples tighten as I wrap my hand around his shaft, then suck him into my mouth.
I have to stand on my tiptoes to accommodate his length. Using my hand, I stroke his shaft and circle my tongue around the head of his cock before taking him in further.
When the tip of his dick touches the back of my throat, I quicken my pace, bobbing my head up and down, my hand and my mouth creating a warm, wet tunnel for him to glide in and out of.
With every stroke and lick, his cock thickens, hardening. He drops his hands from my face and lays them flat against the poolside, allowing me to control his pleasure.
Worshipping his cock, stroking and sucking much faster now, I cup his heavy balls and roll them.
“Fucking hell, Hotshot. Look at me.”
When our eyes lock, he gasps, “I’m gonna come.” I think he’s trying to warn me.
I hollow my cheeks and suck him harder, and with only the sound of our combined moans and the gentle lapping of the pool water as our soundtrack, Owen only lasts another couple of deep throat strokes before his hips jerk, and he fills my mouth with his hot, salty cum.
I swallow every drop as his husky roar echoes around the space.
I can’t take my eyes off him—head arched back, his mouth slack while his chest heaves, creating a feeling inside me that I’ve never felt before that loops around my heart, making it beat faster.
As I slowly remove him from my mouth, he lets out a final moan.
“You slay me, Jade.” He still struggles to catch his breath. “I think you’ve come into my life for a reason.”
His words render me speechless.
He leaps into the pool unexpectedly and pulls me hard up against him, surrounding me in his fortress of a body, embracing me as if he never wants to let me go.
“You’re beautiful inside and out.” His voice is thick with emotion as he squeezes me tighter. “I don’t want tonight to end. ”
“The guys will be home soon,” I murmur against his solid chest. “We have to go inside before they catch us. I have an early start in the morning.”
“Stay just a little longer.”
“I can’t let the guys see me. I’m naked.”
“I don’t care.”
“I do.”
He crushes me even tighter in his embrace, then kisses the top of my head. “Your nakedness is awesome,” he says, chuckling.
My giddy heart feels like it’s being transported through the wind on a giant fluffy cloud. He feels nice. Good. Right.
I curl into him, enjoying every minute in his broad arms.
“Your wife-to-be was wrong about you.”
“What do you mean?” His fingers that were caressing my back stop moving.
With my hands laid flat against his chest, I push him back so he can see how serious I am when I say, “You are more than enough, and nobody deserves to be unhappy, including you. Never let anyone tell you what to do.”
He sucks his lips into his mouth.
I continue. “If you ever told me how good I looked in an outfit, I would wear it every day.” His heart beats faster beneath the palms of my hands. “And if you organized theater dates, I would find ways to spend time with you, and you alone. And I would never make you wear a pink suit to get married in.”
He acknowledges my words with a nod, his hands skimming slowly down my spine and back up again.
“I don’t know you, but inside each of us lies something special, Owen. You’ve never been shown what’s special about you. And you are special. If your parents can’t see that, and you can’t either, then with time, you will. Until then, go out there into that big, imperfect world and discover what makes you happy, and no one else but you can do that.” I tap his chest reassuringly before I rub my fingertips across the soft, light hair nestled there.
The warm night air makes everything seem so much more perfect with him.
As if the cicadas got the memo, they all instantly stop singing, making Owen’s gulp clearly audible. He bites the side of his mouth nervously. “Thank you.”
“For?”
“Accepting me for all the fuckedupness that is me, without truly knowing who I am, and agreeing to never make me wear a pink floral suit.”
Unladylike, I snort.
Owen pinches my waist. “So, tell me, if I told you my favorite outfit on you is naked, would you go about like this all day?” he teases.
“Oh, you’re good.” I roll my eyes as a burst of laughter and loud voices travel around the corner to us from the forecourt.
“Shit,” I spit out, my voice low in panic. I duck for cover, sinking into the water up to my neck. “They can’t see me.” I dart my eyes around the vast space, trying to locate my clothes.
Calmly, Owen moves through the water. On powerful arms, he pulls himself out of the pool onto the patio. Dashing across to the bar, his feet slap loudly as he runs until he finds what he’s looking for. Hitting a switch on the wall, he plunges the pool and the outside area into darkness.
I squint, letting my eyes adjust to the blackened space, and make out a faint Owen-shaped silhouette scooping up my clothes .
Chatter and laughter from the rest of my team move closer, making my heart rapidly bounce in my chest.
“Shit, I can’t find your panties.” He’s doing a shitty job of keeping quiet.
“They’re in the pool,” I hiss, spinning around on the balls of my feet, struggling to see anything but one foot in front of me. “I can’t find them.”
“Leave them and get out, Jade,” he whisper-shouts.
I scurry across to the side as fast as the water will allow.
Strong hands help me out and, as naked as the day I was born, I grab my sopping dress out of Owen’s clutches. “Here’s your bag.” He hands me that, too.
“I have to go. How do I get out of here without them seeing me?” My voice is now a low, desperate whisper.
“Go round that way.” A shadowy hand points in the bar’s direction. “Follow the path around the back of our villa. It will take you to your terrace.” Owen grabs my hand, pulling me along, and I have to run double time to keep up with him. “Quick.” He guides me around the back of the bar and onto the secret pathway, and I make a beeline to my villa.
“Wait, can I see you again?” he calls after me.
I run back to him and smack a kiss on his lips. “See you tomorrow.”
I can see the faint outline of his grin in the pitch black.
“For lesson two,” I tease, cupping his junk.
Laying his hand over mine, he grinds himself against our hands. “See you tomorrow, Ms. Sommers.”
“I prefer Hotshot.” I squeeze his balls.
“Ah, ah, okay.” He winces. “Hotshot.”
I release my tight grip. “Good boy.” And kiss him again.
“Fuck. You’ll make me hard again.”
“Hold that thought until tomorrow. Night, Owen. ”
“Night, Hotshot.”
Wow, what a great night.
Lesson two?
What the hell was I saying?
Aw, hell, screw it. Let class begin.