It was strange to me to suddenly care so much about someone else’s happiness like this. Not because I didn’t care about people—I cared about everyone I met and welcomed people into my life with open arms—but because I hadn’t felt this way about another person in longer than I wanted to admit.
Relationships had never been easy for me, and the ones I’d tried had ended badly—which was the least painful way to explain my whirlwind marriage and divorce—and I’d never really longed for one.
I didn’t know if I longed for one with Darcy either, especially knowing I didn’t plan to be here beyond the autumn.
But I still wanted him to be happy. And while I’d planned to help him relax, I was now wondering if I could add helping him be happy to the list as well.
Because happiness looked amazing on him.
“What?” Darcy asked, turning to look at me quizzically.
“Nothing, angel,” I said as I strode to catch up with him. “Just looking at you.”
Darcy flushed and rolled his eyes, like he was embarrassed by my observation.
But he didn’t object when I slid my hand into his and squeezed it tightly.
Chapter Eleven
Darcy
“That’s it,angel. Doing so good for me,” Owen said in a low voice as he mouthed my neck, his hand wrapped around our cocks as water dripped down my skin. Any thoughts of actually getting clean had been forgotten the second we’d climbed into the bath, which was good because there wasn’t enough room for us under the water anyway.
I groaned, my arms around Owen’s neck as I clung on for dear life. My whole body was on fire, and I didn’t know how I was still managing to stand upright when my legs didn’t feel like mine. A stream of gasps and whines poured from my lips as Owen jerked us, his fist a tight, hot tunnel. His hand was slightly calloused, and they added the perfect amount of friction.
He already knew exactly how to touch me to send me flying, making me fall apart with the same precision and dedication he applied to his work. I’d never be able to watch him cooking without feeling turned on again.
But it was a sacrifice I was willing to make to feel his hands on my body.
“F-Fuck,” I said, moaning the word out as Owen rubbed his thumb over my cockhead. “That’s… fuck, Owen, feels so… ahh, I’m getting close.”
“Yeah? Gonna come for me, angel?”
I nodded, my hips jerking as I tried to thrust into his fist and groaning at the extra burst of friction. Water ran down my spine, my hair plastered to my face as I tipped my head back into the spray. I wanted to come, but I also wanted Owen to press me against the tiles and fuck me until I screamed.
The way he’d talked about filling me with his release until I was dripping kept echoing in my mind, and now it was all I wanted.
I didn’t know if I could ask for it, but I’d have to find a way to.
Along with everything else I needed from him.
My fingers scrabbled on the back of his neck, sinking into the back of his hair as I cried out, needy and vocal in my desperation.
“Owen,” I said with a moan, the sound bouncing off the tiles. I wanted to tell him I was going to come, but the words weren’t there and all I could do was gasp out a moan as my body tensed and my cock jumped in his fist. Ropes of cum painted his fingers, splashing onto the tiles and making him groan with delight.
He seemed to love making me come, and I was happy to let him do it as much as he wanted.
His cock was still hard, his fist still tight around us as he chased his own release. All I could do was breathe out tiny moans as he drew my pleasure out with every stroke, begging whines falling from my lips. “P-Please, Owen. Give it to me. Want your cum.”
Owen groaned and nodded, licking my neck, his breath hot as he sucked a mark into my skin. His cock pulsed as he came, his release mixing with mine. “Fuck, angel,” he panted. “You sound so sweet when you beg.”
“Only for you,” I said, my mouth finding his as soon as he lifted his head. Our kisses were soft and deep, salt still lingering on his lips. I loved kissing Owen. It was something I couldn’t get enough off. If anything, I wanted to do it more often.
I just needed to find excuses to kiss him as much as possible.
Owen gently released our softening dicks, putting his hand on my waist as he continued to kiss me. I shifted slightly, feeling a few grains of sand under my feet, reminding me what we were meant to be doing.
This was only supposed to be a quick shower before we went out for breakfast. Although quick was relative. Yes, we had to get to work, but it couldn’t have been later than half-seven or eight and Lick It! didn’t open until half-ten. Plenty of time to get dressed and get something to eat.
