Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Daisy
“You’re mine,” Owens sighs against my neck.
His sexy morning rasp is music to my ears. The weight of his leg wrapped around mine... the warmth of his hand cupping my breast.... It’s heaven right here on earth. A girl could get used to waking up like this. And that’s exactly what I want. To wake up in Owen’s arms for the rest of my days.
“I am. Should we put an ad in the News Register, so everyone knows it?”
“Not big enough. I want it on the tickers on all the news networks.”
“Does anyone watch the news anymore?”
“Don’t burst my bubble, woman.”
He kisses his way down my neck, over my heart, and between my breasts before resting his head on my stomach. My hands naturally comb through his hair as we settle into our newfound bliss.
Surprisingly, we didn’t get a single phone call after leaving Mom’s.
Our moms looked pleased as punch, and the girls and Knox were beaming.
Angus looked a little confused, and Cal’s bright red face told us what he thought of our relationship status, but they've all left us alone. We couldn’t ask for more at this point.
“You sure you don’t want me to take you to your appointment?”
“No, you need to get back to work. Back to real life.”
His hand cups the back of my neck, pulling me toward him. “You are my real life.”
And... I’m a goner.
Five words and I’m at his mercy.
Everything is different this morning. We’re free to live the life we’ve been putting off for far too long.
The joy filling my mind, body, and soul is immeasurable.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this content.
Yes, there are assholes out there trying to ruin my family's lives, but right here, in this house, in this bed, with this man, I am truly happy.
“And you’re mine.” A shiver of the best kind skates over my skin when I say the words. “But you have a job and a football team who need you. And I have a mother who is desperate to help. So, let’s let her take me to my appointment. Smith will drive. We’ll be fine.”
“You know that even if the doc says you can kick your walking boot to the curb and you’re free to drive, you aren’t going anywhere. Not while these assholes are out there fucking with us. You won’t be sleeping anywhere but right here.”
It’s too soon, I know. Still, I wish there weren’t a reason other than he simply wanted me here that had him making that statement. I love my sweet little house, but I don’t want to go back. Not without Owen and Maui.
“Is that an order?” I taunt.
“It’s not a request.”
“I guess I’m staying then.”
He presses himself up onto his knees, hovering over me. I’m not sure if it’s morning wood or if my hint at him bossing me around was all it took, but the man is hard as a rock and the look in his eyes says he plans on using me to alleviate his situation.
“Hands and knees, baby. I’ve got just enough time to fuck you from behind before I have to get ready for work.”
Not hesitating, I do exactly as he says.
He slips a pillow under me, and with the slightest pressure on my upper back encourages me into a position he knows I love. Face down on the pillow with my ass in the air for him.
Not wasting any time, he positions the head of his cock at my entrance. “Nothing between us, baby. You still okay with that?”
In answer, I push back against him to help him slide inside me.
“That’s my girl.” His hands grasp my hips, wasting no time setting a steady pace. “We did soft last night, baby, and I loved it. But don’t think because I love you, I won’t fuck the orgasms out of you just as hard as I always have. An abundance of hard and soft is what your future holds.”
I wouldn’t want it any other way.
As promised, he fucks me hard and fast, showing me no mercy. Not that I wanted any. Whether he’s rough or soft, in his hands, our bodies connected, he is my safe place.
The sound of my ass and his hips slapping together fills my ears while everywhere our bodies touch catches ablaze. He picks up the pace, and I know he’s getting close. With the way he keeps hitting my G-spot at such quick intervals, I’m right there with him.
“Owen,” I moan into the pillow.
“Damn, baby. It’s a shame you don’t get to see the view of your perfect ass in the air while my dick slides in and out of your pretty pussy. It’s fucking hypnotic.”
His grip tightens on my hips, lifting them the tiniest amount, but it’s just what I need. My eyes slam closed, and as I fall over the edge, I see stars.
As I’m reeling through my orgasm, he pulls out. A moment later I feel the warmth of his cum on one of my ass cheeks.
“Stay there,” he orders before placing a kiss on the butt cheek not covered in cum.
I couldn’t move if I wanted to, so I don’t. He returns quickly with a warm washcloth, and once he’s cleaned me up, I stretch out on the bed.
He follows, pressing kisses along my spine before lying on his side next to me, drawing figure eights on my back. “I wish we could stay here forever. How am I supposed to go to work knowing you're here in my bed?”
“I’d say we should buy some lottery tickets, but if we win and you stop working, when would I see you in your uniform?”
“You sayin’ I’m sexy in my uniform?”
“Don’t let it go to your head. But yes, I like Officer Swift.”
“Interesting. “
“I also like Cowboy Swift. And then there’s Coach Swift.”
“Is that all?”
“Unless you count Naked Swift, I’d say that’s more than enough for that ego of yours.”
He opens his mouth, likely searching for more compliments, only to be interrupted by the alarm on his phone.
“It’s time for Clark Kent to change into Superman,” I tease, as he turns off the alarm.
Thwak!
“Hey! Be nice! I have access to your toothbrush!” I exclaim after his palm smacks a little love tap to my ass.
Chuckling, he offers me his hand, helping me up. “Kiss me.”
“Yes, sir.”
He tucks my hair behind my ear, then places a tender kiss against my lips. “I’ll miss you today.”
His soft side is back.
“I’ll miss you, too. Now go wash all that sex off you before you’re late.” I push on his chest, and he takes his gloriously naked body to the bathroom.
Pushing him away is the last thing I want to do, but reality is calling. And unfortunately, we have to answer.
While he’s in the shower, I get dressed and take care of our furry child, trying to keep the butterflies at bay when I think of the possibility of raising actual children with Owen, right here in this house.
Feeling domestic, I decide to make lunch for Owen.
I noticed a small soft cooler on the top shelf of his pantry the other day, and I’m hopeful this means he takes his lunch to work from time to time.
All I know is he’s taken care of me for the last week, and it’s time I returned the favor.
Even if it’s just a sandwich and some snacks.
I find a pen and a pad of sticky notes and am just throwing in my little love letter when he walks into the room.
“What’s this?”
Dear Lord, I was right. Screw winning the lottery. The man is sexy as sin in his uniform, vest and all.
I zip the cooler shut and hold it out to him. “Just wanted to send you off with something so you didn’t forget about me.”
Stepping into my space, he takes a handful of my hair in his fist, tugging gently until my eyes meet his. “Honey, you’ve been on my mind for years. But I appreciate the gesture and the lunch.”
The kiss he presses against my lips is rougher than the last one we shared upstairs.
It’s nice. Especially when he tightens his grip on my hair.
He knows exactly how far to push or pull before he hurts me.
If there’s anything I know for certain it’s that the man with his lips pressed against mine would never intentionally hurt me.
Both of our phones ping, interrupting our sexy moment. He pulls his phone out of its custom-designed spot on his vest.
“Thank Christ,” he says, turning the screen in my direction.
Cal:
Dusty was just arrested outside the store. He tried to break in the back, tripped the alarm, and Knox’s guys held onto him until police got here.
I smile at him, ecstatic the creep is behind bars. “It’s gonna be a good day.”
“I knew it was a great fucking day when I woke up wrapped in you.”
Quirking an eyebrow, I can’t help but ask, “How do you always know just the right thing to say? Is there a handbook? Do you have a mentor?”
“Just tell me you love me and kiss me goodbye.”
Grabbing the sides of his vest, I pull him as close as I can get him with all the gear between us. “I love you. Be safe and get the bad guys, baby.”
He takes one of my hands, placing it over the bulge in his uniform pants. “And you worried I would forget about you. Silly girl.”
My face hurts from the smile lifting the corners of my mouth as high as they’ll go, because this moment is so us.
I didn’t think I could ever be this happy.
He kisses my forehead and then takes a step back. “Love you.” A smile beams across his face when he says the words. “Good luck at your appointment. Text me after.”
Maui follows her daddy, sad to see him leave.
He shoots me a wink as he closes the door.
Once I’m alone, my one-socked foot stomps on the kitchen floor wishing I could do my best Tom Cruise and slide across the room.
Pure giddiness is what I’m feeling. It’s a feeling I’ve fought for years.
Now that I’ve given up the fight, the reward is glorious.
I love Owen, and he loves me. Dusty is behind bars. Giddiness seems the appropriate emotion for the moment.
The dog thinks I’m playing and jumps and barks along with me until I pick her up.
Holding her to me, with one chocolate paw in my hand held out like she’s my ballroom dance partner, we dance.
There’s no music playing, but I hum “Boogie Shoes” like I have been for the last few days.
Visions of Owen putting on a show to the song cause my smile to grow to the point of painful.
Only two minutes after Owen leaves, my phone lights up with a text notification. I thumb on the screen and fear vanquishes my giddiness, as the sender doubtlessly intended.
Unknown Caller:
Looks like we’ll have to take care of things ourselves.