Page 114 of Uniquely in Love

We let the warm water run over us, just staring at each other for a few beats. He still looked beautiful. A little banged up and definitely bruised, and he was still the only man I’d ever wanted.

His fingers ran over the eight tattooed onto my side, and I angled my head down to kiss the daisy he had etched on his forearm. I looped my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his in a soft kiss. But he didn’t let it stay that way for long, coaxing my mouth open, each stroke against my mouth spurring us on even further. Owen’s hard cock pressed against my stomach, and I pulled back. Showering with him here was one thing, but sex? I blushed as he brushed his fingertips over my hardened nipples. “Owen, we really shouldn’t?—”

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, grabbing the bottle of body wash off the ledge. Before he could squirt it into his palm, I took it from him, pouring a generous amount out onto my palms and rubbing them together to make a lather.

Then I stepped close to him and ran my hands all over his muscular body. The one that allowed him to dominate on the ice and in the bedroom. The one that was always taking care of me. Making me feel special.

Loved.

He deserved that, too.

After washing his chest and arms, I turned my attention to my body, lathering up my tits and stomach before stepping in close to him, wrapping my palm around his shaft and stroking slowly.

“Fuck.” He braced one hand on the shower wall as I continued washing his cock, running my fingertip around the crown. “I’m going to need to take care of this.”

“I’ll take care of you,” I said, ready to sink to my knees in front of him.

But Owen had a different idea, grabbing my arms and holding me against the shower wall. His lips were only a breath from mine, his cock pressed against me. If I raised my legs, it would barely take anything for him to push inside of me. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “Let me make you feel good, baby.” I forgoteverything else around us—including that we were in the locker room shower and the chances of someone coming in and finding us were high—as I ran my hands through his damp, dark blond strands.

He dropped his head to my shoulder. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Hey.” I whispered. “You do. You’re the best man I’ve ever met, Owen Harper. So don’t you dare tell me you don’t deserve me, when it’s the other way around.”

Owen grabbed my leg, bending it and holding it up, giving him the perfect angle to slide inside of me. I gasped at the sudden entry, letting out a low moan.

“Shhh, baby,” he said, his other hand coming around my waist and holding my back. “We have to be quiet, so no one comes looking for us.”

I nodded, biting down on my lip to keep from gasping out from each stroke of his cock into my pussy. The angle was insane, and even though he’d fucked me against the wall in our apartment the other night, this was completely different.

Maybe it was that anyone could catch us, or the way my nipples rubbed against his bare, soapy chest with every thrust, but it didn’t take long at all for me to climax, coming so hard I had to bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out.

“Fuuuuck, baby,” he groaned. “I’m gonna come now. Take it all inside that sweet cunt, okay? I want to leave here knowing it’s dripping out of you.” His hand wrapped around my abdomen, pressing over the spot where his cock pressed against my cervix, and the added stimulation was almost too much.

“Oh my god, Owen,” I whimpered as he released inside of me, spilling his warm cum inside my body.

He kissed me softly before pulling out, finishing cleaning us up the rest of the way before we toweled off and I pulled back on my clothes. Maybe we were lucky, or maybe Sophia had just stayed outside to guard the locker room, but no onecame inside the entire time. We were both fully dressed, but my hair was now damp, and anyone who had seen me before the game would definitely know we’d been up to something.

I blushed, and he pulled me in close, his lips pressing against my forehead. “Come on, Skater Girl. Let’s go home.”

“Wherever you go, Hockey Boy, that’s where I want to be.” The words slipped from my lips before I could think about what they meant, but I wasn’t sure it even mattered anymore.

Because that was my truth.

I’d follow him anywhere.

THIRTY-FIVE

Owen

Ellie wasradiant. I leaned against the doorframe of her classroom, watching her with amusement as she sat at her desk, totally focused on whatever she was working on. It was her lunch break, so I knew she had a few minutes to spare before her students came back in. I’d called her school this morning to make sure it was okay that I stopped by, and her principal seemed shocked to hear from me.

I’d left practice this morning and even though I could have gone home, I’d gotten in my car and drove here instead. Instead of my usual t-shirt and team sweatshirt, I’d pulled on a nice pair of jeans and a button-up before heading over to see my girl. It was strange to think I hadn’t seen her classroom before. Normally, with her schedule, she left the house before me to get to class. I couldn’t deny the part of me that wanted to drive her to work, though. I was just attributing it to those same caveman instincts that made me want to take care of her.

“What’s got you so focused?” I said, announcing my presence as I padded over behind her. I caught a glimpse of her computer screen, but she closed the lid before I could see what she was staring at.

“Owen. What are you doing here?” She looked shocked to see me here—which was exactly how I wanted it.

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