23. Lockheart
LOCKHEART
She didn’t mean to ask the question out loud, but she did and I’m answering it. Making it clear to her that I love her, want her, and need to make this work with her. Not just for Lucky’s sake, but for my own.
“Owen, I love you too but…”
“No buts. We just need to take a second and talk. Did you know ninety percent of relationships break down because of a lack of communication?”
I silently pray to God she doesn't google that statistic because I just made it up to prove a point. I know she’s freaking out.
I knew this transition would be hard for all of us, but I hoped she’d be able to talk to me about her feelings.
Obviously my little fuck up six years ago caused a few more issues than I thought.
“I’m sorry, Owen.” Her bottom lip starts to wobble, so I reach out and stroke her cheek.
“No need for sorrys. Just talk to me. Tell me what’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours. Come on.” I grab her hand and pull her further into the living room, walking us over to the sofa and sitting next to her, not letting go of her hand.
“I’m being stupid. It’s silly.” She starts to protest but I cut her off quickly with a scowl and my finger pressed against her lips.
“Nope. Start again.” Being this close to her, feeling her soft lips against the skin of my finger is making me hard, but I tell my dick to behave because this is fucking important.
She sighs and holds on a little tighter to my hand before speaking.
“It’s like I said a minute ago. I can’t shake the guilt for what I did.
I should have tried harder to contact you, and seeing Lucky hurting because of my decisions, seeing him hurt you because of them, was just too much for me to take. ”
She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, and although I want to interject, I also want to hear what she has to say.
“I know this sounds stupid. I know these problems are ridiculous, and I don’t want you to think that me feeling like this is because I don’t love you and I’m not happy with you, because I do and I am.
It’s just, you’ve been so good to me. You rode in on your white horse and saved me from a life that…
” She takes a deep breath and I squeeze her hand tightly.
“You saved me from the loan sharks, you’ve taken on the role of dad so dang well, and I’m so proud of you for it.
But it’s made me feel like I’m waiting for you to realise you don’t need me anymore. Both of you.”
A tear trails down her cheek and I’ve had enough of just sitting next to her. In one swift movement I scoop her into my arms and place her on my lap. I hold her against me and love that her face instinctively nuzzles into the crook of my neck.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I’ve domineered myself into every aspect of your life and taken control of things you’d normally handle with ease. I’m not sorry I saved you from the loan sharks, but I am sorry if I’ve made you feel anything less than what you are to us.
“Nico, without you, we wouldn’t be here. You gave me a beautiful son. And I don’t care whether I knew back then or not. I know now. I love you both more than anything.
“Honestly, after what happened between us… I really don’t blame you. I blame myself more for blocking you and not listening to you when you asked to explain about the stories. But I’m not dwelling on the past anymore. You shouldn’t either.”
I kiss her forehead and she sighs against me.
My hand tightens on her waist and I will my dick to stay where he is because this, her body against mine, is about comfort not sex.
But fuck I want her. Sex I know. This relationship stuff is all new to me.
And I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing or not half the time.
“I should’ve spoken to you about it instead of bottling it all up. I was upset I was feeling like this and just kept hoping I could switch it off. I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better. It’s just a little hard.”
“I’d rather it be a lot hard, but we can work on that later.
” I wink and grin, hoping a small injection of humour will make things better, and get an eye roll for my efforts.
“So, we’re in agreement, we both love each other, we both want an us, and communication is paramount in achieving a loving, equal, committed relationship? ”
She nods her head and brings her amber coloured eyes to mine. “You really love me?” Her voice is quiet and shy, and a huge smile takes over my face.
“I always have. It’s why I was so pissed at you for being my nemesis, or so I thought. I think I fell in love with you at first sight. But don’t tell Marcello because I’ve been giving him shit about believing in that for years.”
The soft giggle that escapes her lips hits me straight in the dick, and this time I don’t try to tamp it down. Instead, my lips find that sweet spot under her ear and my fingers dig into her waist. My intentions are clear as day. “I missed you last night, Whiskey Girl.”
“About that. I have a confession. I slept in my old room last night. I was overwhelmed with emotions and I just couldn’t take you being nice to me. One hug and I would’ve crumpled and cried.”
My lips pause on the skin of her neck for a moment. “I don’t want you going in that bedroom again.” I let my lips brush over her skin causing goosebumps to dance all over her flesh.
“All my stuff’s still in there, Owen.”
She purrs as my teeth nip at the smooth column of her throat.
“Let’s change that.”
I pull my lips away from her and manoeuvre myself so she’s sitting on the sofa next to me, then I spring up from my seat and grin as she eyes my erection greedily. “Later, come on.”
I grab her hand again, tug her off the sofa and pull her behind me. We tackle the stairs without a word, and as we come to her former bedroom door, I look back and smirk as I walk over the threshold.
“Owen, what are you doing?”
“Rectifying our little problem by moving you into our bedroom. This will be our guest room—well one of them—and you’ll have no need to ever sleep in here again.
That way, the next time I do something stupid or you get a silly idea in your head we’ll be forced to see each other at night and talk it out.
Now, let's get this done so I can get back to getting laid.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her and she slaps at my chest while rolling her eyes.
“Are you asking me or telling me, Owen?” She stands outside the walk-in wardrobe doors and folds her arms over her chest.
My grin falls from my lips and I hang my head. “Shit, I’m sorry. You’re right. Would you be interested in moving into our room with me? If you’d rather wait, we can. No pressure and the choice is yours.”
The silence is palpable whilst I wait for a response. Her amber coloured eyes aren’t giving anything away and I’m starting to sweat that I’ve wrecked this already.
She narrows her eyes at me, purses her lips and then grins. “Of course I want to move into your room. Help me pack.”
I train an authoritative look at her, brow raised and lips set in a firm line. I don’t want her thinking of it as my room anymore. We’re in this together.
She realises her mistake and, with a smile, raises her hands in surrender. “Okay, enough with the look. Our room. I want to move into our room, Owen.”
She pulls open the doors and throws a small holdall at me as I grin like a buffoon.
As she starts to gather the clothes from the hangers, I turn to open up the bedside drawers.
Grabbing a few of her skimpy thongs, I smirk at the idea of peeling them off her when something green catches my eye.
Nico jumps onto my back and puts her hand over my eyes just as my fingers wrap around something long and hard at the bottom of the drawer.
“No, Owen, I’ll do that drawer. You go and get my shampoo.”
I chuckle at the panic in her voice and bring my hand up, still holding what I’m assuming is a sex toy.
“No, put it back,” she screeches and then slides off my back and flops onto the bed, her face buried in the quilt.
I laugh as I switch it on and the whirring sound makes her jolt up and try to snatch it away from me. With my impressive height difference and arm span I’m able to easily keep it away from her. Juvenile? Maybe. Fun as fuck? Absolutely.
“Well now, Nicole. What do we have here? If you tell me this is a neck massager I might lose it.”
I try to stifle my laughter but I can’t and chuckle at the sheer mortification on her face. Her cheeks are stained red, she’s biting on her bottom lip and has her hands on her hips.
The laughter dies on my lips because all I can picture now is her on her back, legs wide apart as I make her come using her toy and then fucking her with the real thing.
She must sense the change in me because she smirks and shakes her head, grabs a handful of clothes from the wardrobe, and heads across the hall to our bedroom.
I follow on her heels, turning the green device off but keeping it firmly in my hand. She plonks the clothes on the sofa in my room and goes to leave but I block the door, using my keeper skills to make myself as big as I can. There’s no way I’m letting my target slip around me.
“I thought you wanted me to bring my stuff in here, Owen.” She knows what I want and she’s playing games.
“I do, but that can wait. What’s this?” My voice is husky with need.
“It’s a vibrator and it’s called The Jolly Green Giant.”
She places her hands on her hips again and sets her gaze on mine. The embarrassment is gone from her eyes and a challenge replaces it.
“Want me to show you how to use it? It’s been my faithful companion for a long time now. It knows my body very intimately.” Her voice is sultry and makes my dick jump in my shorts.
“How about I show you how to use it? Strip naked, lie down on the bed, hands above your head, and let’s see how intimately I know that body of yours, shall we?”
At first I don’t think she’s going to follow my orders, but she gives me a sly smirk and starts to peel her cami top off.
Her shorts quickly follow and I inhale deeply when she stands in front of me in just a black sheer bra and thong set.
I can see her tight pink nipples through the fabric.
Her bare pussy begging me to take care of its aching throb.
My dick weeps at the sight of her and I want to bury myself inside her, but first I want to play.
Reaching around to unclasp her bra, she has my full attention as her big beautiful breasts spring free and my mouth waters at the sight of them.
My greedy eyes follow her slender fingers as she slides her thong down her smooth toned thighs.
And before I know it, she's on the bed, legs wide open and her hands above her head, arching her back and pressing her nipples toward the ceiling, her pretty pink pussy on full display. I can see just how wet she is for me already and I haven’t even touched her yet.
“What a good girl you are. You always did know how to follow my orders perfectly. You’re fucking beautiful.
I can’t wait to have my lips all over you.
I want your nipples in my mouth, your pussy on my tongue, and you screaming my name as you come all over my dick like the good girl you are.
But first let’s have a little fun shall we? ”
A small whimper slips past her lips, proof of how much she loves my dirty mouth.
I switch the wand on and just the noise alone makes her hum in anticipation.
I frown a little at the toy, jealous that it can bring her as much pleasure as I can, and then shake my head at my idiotic thoughts.
It’s not my competition, it's my teammate. And we’re about to double team her.
I slowly roll the vibrating head over her collar bone.
She moans at the connection. Goosebumps form all over her body and she squirms a little.
“I need more, Owen.” I roll it lower toward her breast, letting it massage down the outer side of her flesh, under and around her nipple, careful to not touch the stiff peak.
Lowering my head, I capture the other one in my mouth and she bucks under me and cries out in pleasure as the mixture of my mouth and the wand finally connecting with her other nipple sends her hands flying into my hair.
I pull my lips and the vibrator away and she whimpers at the loss of sensation.
“Tut-tut, Whiskey Girl. I said hands above your head. You do as I say and I’ll make you feel all kinds of happy, but if you don’t, I stop.” She gives me a wide-eyed shocked look and places her hands back above her head.
“That’s a good girl,” I tell her and get back to work.