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“Inquiring minds,” he says, sliding his nose through my pussy, teasing me.
“It’s still James, I didn’t change my name when I got married.”
“Good for you,” he says before diving back in to devour me. I desperately grip his hair as he sucks on my clit while driving me wild. He adds a few fingers as I wantonly roll my pussy into his face. I lose myself to the sensations he’s making me feel with his tongue and his fingers. “Something I remember vividly is how much you liked it when I did this.” One of his fingers glides out of me and taps the hole I’ve been waiting for him to touch again. I never let anyone near there after him and yet it is a pleasure I enjoy. My nod is slight but the consent is there and as his finger delves into my most secret place, he returns to licking and sucking my clit, bringing me to a quick and intense orgasm.
He chuckles as he continues to work his magic with his mouth and hands, let me ride it out and then calm. I’m breathing heavily still as he leaves the room for a minute and I hear the water running in the other room. When he returns, he picks me up from where I’m still hanging half off the side of the bed and lays me down so my head is on my pillow. My hips cradle his as he leans his weight on his arms on either side of my head. I can feel the hard length of him slide over my very aroused center.
Leaning up, I kiss the side of his mouth down his scratchy face to his ear. “I’m so glad I found you again.”
I feel his smile against my cheek while he slides inside me. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”
I’m panting as he slowly drags his erection in and out of me, my hands drape over his shoulders. “I can feel your happiness now. Happy-penis, happ-penis.” He shakes his head at my silliness then kisses me sweetly at first but then starts to mimic what he’s doing to me down south.
His thrusts are slow and intense and feel unreal. Owen isn’t just fucking me, he’s marking me as his, destroyed for all time by this man. He started the job a long time ago and is now here to finish it. I can’t imagine anyone in my lifetime making me feel as special or sexy. As he languidly fucks me, he kisses my face all over. I watch his eyes and I feel like the only woman in the universe.
“You make me feel hopeful, Hatchet, like there’s a future full of joy and light.”
“I feel the same way, my heart is healing and it’s because you’re here.”
We kiss again as we pick up the pace, my hips meeting his as we bring each other closer to the edge. The way he leans forward to fuck me hits my clit in just the right way and I’m so close. My hands travel from his shoulders to his ass as I pull him to me as he picks up his rhythm even more. I can’t hold back anymore as my climax hits me and I clamp down, holding Owen to me. He manages to move with shallow thrusts as I death grip his ass cheeks, joining me in the orgasm fest.
I whimper as he slams into me a few times as he rides his orgasm out. Smiling I laugh at myself for thinking it was too soon, that we should wait. Stupid me.
“That definitely made my penis happy,” he says as he collapses to his side, pulling me to him.
“Just your penis?” I ask.
“Pretty sure my tongue and my butt enjoyed it as well.” I slap his butt and he licks the side of my neck. “I enjoyed it because it was with you. My brain only wants it with you, and since it’s the biggest sex organ, it rules.”
“Your brain is the sexiest thing about you,” I say and I lick him back.
He is stroking the soft skin under my breast with one hand and my hip with the other. I freeze because he’s touching my tattoo. Not the one he’s seen but the other one. He pushes me back so he can see it better, running his thumb over the little lines under my left breast near my heart.
“You do have another,” he says. “What does it mean?”
CHAPTER 28
HEARTBREAK REPAIR
OWEN NOW
Her body tenses and not in the good way it did not too long ago. I’ve imagined being with Mollie again so many times in the years we’ve been apart and I can say with all honesty that none of those imaginings came close to how hot we are together. Her beauty and loveliness pour from her and fill my soul.
I rub my thumb over the tattoo again and I can see there is a small F, G, and J marked right under the peaked lines.
“It was my baby’s heartbeat,” she says staring at the ceiling blinking tears away. I hold her closer.
“Was?” I ask in barely a whisper because I hate that she went through anything so awful as losing a baby.
She nods as a single tear rolls over her cheek. “I lost her at 21 weeks, so a little bit past halfway. Fiona was buried with the blanket my step-mom knitted for her.”
“I’m so sorry, Molls.”
“It was a rough time, we had tried for years. I was so happy to be pregnant and I wanted her so much.”
I stroke my thumb along her cheek now streaming with tears. There’s nothing I can say to make this okay, so I just hold her and let her tell me anything she wants to share.
“Sometimes, I think that it was for the best, that Steven and I weren’t meant to be and shouldn’t have been trying to make a baby. Our infertility doctor told us the main issue was with his low sperm count, and Fiona had a chromosomal abnormality. After that, he refused to try again and we rarely had sex.”
