Page 45 of Owen

I won’t ever grow tired of her telling me what to do.

As she leads from the front, I watch her move through the water as we bask in the moonlight together.

In silence, I do everything she asks, because no one has evertaken the time or had the energy to put up with my entitled ass and spoiled smart mouth.

What do I have to lose? My life is currently in pieces, and if this is the first step to help pick up the parts and glue them back together into a completely different shape, then I’m all for it.

I want change, and I want my life to have meaning. It’s all been pointless and lacking substance so far. As long as I am safe, warm, and happy, well, that’s all that matters.

As we reach the finish line of the last lap around the rock, I feel relaxed, as if the swimming immersed me into a kind of meditation.

Lost in our bubble of calm, we swim away from the rock, toward the smaller ones scattered along the shoreline.

As we reach the shallower water, Jade flips onto her back, trying to catch her breath, her chest heaving from the exertion of our swim.

Floating on the water, she looks every inch a Pre-Raphaelite goddess as her pale skin creates a glowing silhouette around her.

I swear to all the Greek gods as I stop breathing when the swell of her breasts and small belly pop out above the surface, making them look like tiny white sandy islands.

“You’ve no idea how beautiful you are, Hotshot.”

She tips her head further back to wet her hair before she tilts her hips and lowers her legs into the water. I anchor my feet, steadying myself into the sand below as she swims into my arms. “And you are very handsome.” We’re chest to chest, and she laces her legs around my back again.

I like how easily she accepts my compliments; her confidence gives me confidence.

“Thank you.” I hug her tightly.

“How do you feel?” She lays her head on my shoulder, herbreathing returning to its normal pace, reminding me what great shape she has to be in to do her job.

“Better.” I feel great, energized, ready to take on the world.

“What did you ask for? In fact—” She lifts her head suddenly, then places her pointer finger over my lips. “Don’t tell me. That’s your secret.”

“Okay,” I answer against her finger, my intrigue getting the better of me. “Did you ask for anything?”

“I did.” Her voice is full of excitement. “I asked for?—”

Not wanting her to share her innermost desires with me either, I swallow her words, kissing her lips, which taste of salt and possibility.

“Thank you for bringing me here.” I’m grateful she knows what I need even when I don’t, and our kiss deepens, turning erotic. I can’t hold off any longer. “I want you.”

“Then take me.” She anchors her hands against my chest as I capture her lips with mine. Against her mouth, I say, “Not here. I want to spread you out and take hours enjoying your delectable body.”

“Hours?” Her little moans are deep and needy when I lay a path of soft kisses down the curve of her neck.

“Yes, hours, although I may not last five minutes inside of you. You’re so sexy and my cock really fucking likes you.” I slide my now hardened length between her pussy lips. Being this close to her makes my heart thump against my ribcage.

She gasps, lacing her fingers into my hair at the base of my neck. “God, Owen, I want you inside of me. Now,” she demands.

“I don’t have a condom.” I can barely get my words out as the thick tip of my cock teases her clit.

“I had a contraceptive shot before I arrived here, and I had a medical a month ago. I’m clean.”

“Me too.”

“You had a contraceptive shot?” Her chest, full of laughter, shakes, pressing against mine.

“Smart ass.” My hands cup her ass and I give one of her cheeks a pinch.

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