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He comes back to the room looking like he's seen a ghost. White face, wide eyes, heavy breathing. Something's disturbed my man — how wonderful does it feel to say that word, that he’s my man, I marvel — and I'm barely into my second cup of coffee, freshly showered and lounging in a bed that smells like us in the best way. This is the feeling I've always wanted, and it feels even better than I could have ever imagined.
But that feeling dissipates like the morning mist the moment I see how Owen looks as he comes through the door.
"Pack your bags, Dani, we need to — "
No, this is not what I want at all.
I cannot leave this wedding yet. Of that, I'm certain. Riley and Morgan need me, and there's no way I'm abandoning them in a sea of Mafia sharks.
Besides, there's nearly a decade of wanted moments I have to catch up on with Owen and the second I pack my bag and let his Marine-slash-biker combat instincts take over, all that will go up in smoke; we'll be forced back into the real world, and we'll both be accountable to my brother.
No, I can't have this.
"Owen, come here for a second," I say with all the desperate strength of love that I've been forced to contain for nearly a decade. It's enough to quiet him and bring him beside me in bed.
"Dani? What is it?"
I look him up and down, see the way his t-shirt clings to his muscles, especially the sleeves around his biceps, and the way his jeans ride his hips and cup his ass. A lifetime of hard work, military discipline, and training has formed that ass, and what an ass it is.
"You're stressed," I say, plainly.
"Fucking right, I'm stressed. Because Michael Vertucci — "
I cut him off again.
This isn't the time for hearing about his concerns. This is the time for me to live out one of the many fantasies I've had involving Owen: taking care of him after a tough day. Yes, the day might only have just started, but I'll bend the rules just to recapture the sensation that I could only dream about for so long.
"Don't talk. Just take your clothes off and let me take care of you."
Naked, I slide out of bed and to my knees in front of him. As he strips off his shirt, I help him with his jeans like the excellent girlfriend I am. He tries to say something to stop me, but I'm not interested in listening to him. I only want his cock in my mouth. So I take it.
Take it, and shut him up.
"Oh, fuck, baby…"
His cock is already hard, and it's easy for me to set a rhythm with my mouth. Up and down, I bob my head while Owen tries to speak again.
"Dani, we need to…"
I pop his cock out of my mouth for a second. "Owen, shut up."
I lower my mouth to him, feeling his cock fill the space in my mouth. I take as much of him in as I can, pushing my head forward to open up the back of my throat and take him all the way.
I push my head back, and then forward again, setting a steady rhythm of my sucking.
I can hear Owen's breathing now, slow, deep, and it’s soothing. His cock fills my mouth, fills me with satisfaction, and I'm calming him down. This is exactly what I want.
My mouth slides over his cock, and it slides up to the back of my throat.
Then I swallow.
I take him all the way.
"Oh, Dani. Just like that. Suck it, baby."
The words feel good, and I want to hear hear him say my name while I take his come in my mouth. I bob my head back and forth, pumping my mouth faster and faster, my hands teasing his balls, aching for what they can give me.
"That's so good, baby. You're so good. Suck it, Dani. Suck my cock. Oh, fuck. I'm going to come."
