Chapter 26 #4
Tugging his shirt off him and tossing it to the floor, she smiled.
The warmth of it filled his chest, making him smile back.
Rising from the bed, he pulled her into his arms. The years melted away as he eagerly kissed her and nibbled on her neck.
She trembled as she fumbled with the button on his pants.
“Leslie,” he murmured her name like a prayer.
“I’m here, Owen. I never left,” she cried.
Cupping her neck, he peered into her eyes with his teary ones.
“I love you, Leslie. Time can’t erase how I feel about you,” he desperately confessed as he unhooked her bra,
“Today starts our future. We can’t heal if you worry about the past. Show me the man you’ve become today,” she murmured against his lips. “I need you, Owen.”
Their mouths crushed together as their emotions bubbled into a frenzy. She licked his chest and sucked a nipple into her mouth as she slid his jeans and underwear over his hips.
His hand tangled in her hair as he closed his eyes, relishing her touch. Tugging her up, he kissed her feverishly.
“Don’t hurt your arm,” he ordered as he unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off to find the tiny lace panel covering her mound. Pressing his nose against it, he inhaled her sweetness before hooking his thumbs into the strings and sliding them off her.
“I want to taste you,” she said, dropping to her knees. Pushing the clothes the rest of the way down. Her tongue slid up his straining cock, and her lips covered him.
Owen groaned, tightening the hold on her brown mass.
She slid down his length with her tongue, caressing the underside. Her movements made his balls ache and his dick throb.
“You feel incredible. I love your hot mouth on me,” he whispered, afraid of breaking the spell.
“Hmmm,” she hummed, making his cock strain even more.
“You’re killing me,” he moaned.
Rising, she licked her lips and pressed her mouth against his. He turned her toward the bed and lifted her onto the mattress. He set her feet on the edge as he knelt, inspecting the delicate folds.
Her hand covered her center.
“Owen, I’ve given birth. It’s not the sa—”
He didn’t let her finish as he dived into her warm center with his tongue.
“Never say that to me again,” he growled.
“You gave birth to my son. I have scars all over my body, but they’ll never measure as the same pain of giving life.
You’re beautiful, Leslie,” he said as he parted her folds and explored her.
His finger slid into the moist heat as he sucked on her nub, making her hips lift off the bed.
“I want you,” Leslie pleaded. “I want you to fill me.”
“I will,” he promised. His finger slid in and curled, making her squirm and moan.
Her hands gripped the sheets as he got acquainted with her body again.
Owen gripped her thighs, spreading her wider.
They trembled as she grew close to an orgasm.
Owen rose, placing heated kisses along her stomach and moved upward until he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
His fingers tugged on the other as he traced along the tiny bud with his tongue.
“I can’t wait any longer,” she cried.
“Oh, but you agreed we’d take our time. I’m doing as I promised and not moving too fast,” he teased.
She growled at him and rolled over, knocking him over.
“I want it today, not when I’m in a senior citizen home,” she demanded.
Owen fell back against the bed laughing. He missed this the most. With Leslie, he didn’t have to play the protective brother, or the good son. He only needed to act like himself.
Leslie straddled him and nipped his abs and licked as she made her way up his body.
The fires of desire grew from a flame into an inferno as she tasted, licked, and sucked her way to his neck and back down again.
His cock strained upward, seeking her heat.
Her tongue swiped the precum from the tip, and she sucked gently on the head.
“You’re beautiful, Owen,” she murmured. “I like all these new muscles. Not to sound condescending, you’ve grown from a boy to a man.”
“You’ve changed, too. Your body’s softer and you’ve filled out. I love your curves,” he said, sliding her against his length.
“Hmmm,” she moaned as she moved her hips against him. Owen reached up, and played with her nipples, tugging them and rolling them between his fingers. Leslie increased the pace until they no longer teased. She rose slightly, guiding him to her center, and slid down him.
Lying against his chest, she sighed. “Welcome home, Owen.”
“I only regret not coming sooner,” he murmured against her hair.
He thrust slowly, enjoying the feel of her walls clamping against him. Her skin felt on fire, and as she ground against him. Her breasts bounced as she moved into a rhythm. The tiny buds stuck out, inviting him to play.
A thin sheen of sweat rested between her breasts, making her body glow from their lovemaking. He moved his hips, thrusting deeper into her as he watched her. This time, the daydream turned real.
His hands cupped her breasts and massaged them, letting his thumb brush against the sensitive peaks. Leslie took his length and then slammed down hard against him.
“Keep going. Come for me,” he urged as she ground herself against him and then slid upward again.
“Owen,” she cried as the orgasm crested and she rode it all the way down. Gently rolling her over, he spread her wide and licked the cream from her climax.
“Please, Owen,” she begged.
“Come again, and then I will,” he said as he slid a finger into her and sucked on her nub. Leslie pressed herself against his mouth as she grew feverish from the stimulation. Opening her mouth, her lips formed an O as her eyes flew open, and he felt her walls clench against his hand.
Rising up, he thrust his cock into her. Her walls gripped him tightly as he increased his pace. Her hands roamed his chest, tugging on his nipples.
“Come inside me, Owen,” she panted. “I want you inside me.”
“I’ll freaking fill you,” he said, gritting his teeth as his balls tightened and he thrust deeper, going over the edge.
He lay against her, bracing himself to keep his weight off her. Leslie hit his arms, making him lie on top while she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him.
Leslie slowly made long strokes along his back with her nails as they recovered from the lovemaking.
“I’ve missed this,” she whispered.
Owen kissed her forehead, her nose, and then her lips. “I’ve missed you from the moment I left,” he confessed. “I told myself I gave you an out from being connected to my crazy family. I ended up hurting both of us.”
“Now you’re back,” she said. “If you break my heart again, I’ll hunt you down. Jeremiah taught me to shoot. I’d hate to add a scar to your perfect ass.”
Owen chuckled and brushed the hair from face. “I’ll keep your warning in mind.”
“Do we have time to clean up before we head home?” he asked.
“We can grab a quick shower,” she said as he slid out of her and pulled her to her feet. Together, they entered the bathroom. Owen turned on the water, and she took two towels from the cabinet.
Stepping inside, he held out his hand to her. She climbed in and laughed. “This shower feels extra small compared to the last time we snuck sex.”
Chuckling, he soaped up her body with one of the wash clothes she placed near the tub. “It kinda feels the same way. We came here, and you attacked me.”
She playfully swatted at his chest. “Someone needed to make a move. You’re not getting any younger. I’m not waiting another ten years,” she teased.
Owen growled near her ear as he pulled her close.
When they finished, Owen handed a towel to Leslie while he wrapped one around his waist. They dried off, and she hung her towel, walking into her closet naked. Watching her, he appreciated the lovely view she offered.
Smiling, Owen dressed. When she appeared, she wore a fresh pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Taking the socks from her hands, he motioned for her to sit on the bed’s edge.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but we’ve always acted responsibly when it came to sex. When did we conceive Tucker? You started birth control, and we used condoms.”
“We did, except for the night you proposed to me. It never occurred to me until later we didn’t use protection. I thought the pill protected me and I never said anything because I worried about you leaving with a pregnancy on your mind. I wanted you home safely.”
“Stop protecting me,” Owen said firmly. “I know you told Tucker I served my country, and it made him feel better. One day, I plan to tell him I made a mistake out of grief and anger. Since we’re giving this another try, I want us to be honest with one another. Don’t make excuses for me.”
“I won’t,” she promised. “I told Tucker the story as much for myself as I did for him. It hurt, and I didn’t want to hate you.”
“We have a second chance. Let’s make it a good one,” he said, kissing her forehead.
His phone rang. Ignoring it to continue the conversation with her, Owen scowled when it rang again and he reached for his device.
“Hello,” he answered impatiently, seeing Elias’ name.
“Owen, hurry. The barn’s on fire,” he yelled into the phone.
“We’re coming,” he said, hanging up the phone.
Hearing the urgency in his voice, Leslie grabbed her boots.
Owen snatched her bag, and they raced to the truck. He sped all the way up the mountain, seeing the billowing grey and black smoke.
They jumped out of the vehicle and ran toward the men.
“Where’s Tucker and Conner?” Leslie called out. “I told them to do the chores.”
“Dillon sent them in the house,” Cade said as the fire truck’s siren blared on its way up. “We put the animals in the pasture.”
“Check on the boys and stay inside until we get this under control,” Owen ordered, running to help his brothers.
Leslie entered the house to find the boys watching out the window. Mason paced back and forth as he watched his sons.
“I have them,” she assured him. “Go help your brothers.”