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“Oh, God…”
Owen didn’t do anything but lick her up and down. He expertly teased her clit until she almost came. He pulled back three times before she sobbed.
“Stop teasing me, O. Give me what I need…”
He grinned against her glistening pussy and said, “Okay, Gorgeous.”
He sucked her clit into his mouth and held on even though her strong thighs hurt his ears and her hands were ripping his hair out. Throughout her screams he ate her pussy, slurping her juices before giving her one last sloppy kiss between her legs.
Owen rested the side of his face on top of her thigh, taking in her flushed face and heaving chest with pride. He would be damned if she would think she could ever leave him again.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Tara opened her eyes in horror. “How long did I sleep?”
Owen wouldn’t let her go out of his arms, holding her even closer to him. “Just an hour or so.”
“An hour? What time is it?”
She pushed her hand against his bare chest and this time he let her get up.
“It’s five o’clock.”
Tara got out of bed, ignoring she was buck naked, mumbling to herself, “I can’t believe it. Frankie will be here in two hours. I need to wash up and fix dinner.”
She stopped mid-stride. “We don’t have a kitchen yet. Okay… I’ll call Jenny and—”
Strong hands wrapped around her waist from behind. Owen’s hot breath tickled the top of her shoulder as he placed a loving kiss. “We’ve got all the time, babe. My mom called while you were sleeping. Frankie asked to have a sleepover and I said it was fine.”
Tara whirled on the balls of her feet.
“You said it was fine? I’ve never slept a single night without Frankie! She needs to come home. Who are you to decide—”
“I’m her father.”
She stabbed her finger in his chest. “You should have asked me first if I was okay with this.”
“Why haven’t you slept a night without Frankie, Tara? Why are you panicking while you damn well know that she’s going to be okay with my parents?”
“I need to dress before we have this conversation…”
“Fine. I’ll see you downstairs in the backyard. I’ll arrange some food. Take your time.”
Tara stepped into the shower stall and turned on the spray. Lost in her head about how she should tell Owen about everything that had happened, it took her a few minutes to realize that she had been staring at the wall and hadn’t even gone under the spray.
Even though the water was hot, she still felt unable to warm up. Thinking about her parents and especially her father gave her the chills.
She decided to face the music and get out of the shower. She went out of Owen’s attached bathroom and entered his bedroom. After sweeping all of her clothes in her arms, she went over to Frankie’s bedroom to change into something clean.
Because she knew she would be a blubbering mess tonight, she opted for black yoga pants and a loose grey sweatshirt that covered the top of her bum. Thick grey wool socks that were too ugly to walk this earth finished her look.
She let her long chocolate hair air dry on her back as she walked down the stairs.
Owen had stripped the living room and open plan kitchen, leaving the walls bare and in a need of plaster and paint. She watched her step as she passed the kitchen and went out through the side entrance that came out onto the patio.
Owen sat eighty feet away, in the back of the yard, smoking a cigarette as he softly moved the overly large porch swing bench with the foot he held on the grass while the rest of him lounged on the bench.
She spied the oak tree as it held the ropes to the swing that was big and strong enough to carry Owen’s 6’7 frame.
