Page 85 of Owen

I smile against his lips. “You will?”

“Never been so sure of anything in my life. Just give me a chance to get my life in order, and then I am making you my wife.”

My doubts begin to creep in almost instantly. “Once my time is up with the display team, you’ll have to move with me to my permanent station, and sometimes they can move me at a moment’s notice. My life is in their hands. They call the shots.” It’s yet another reason I have been reconsidering the time I have left in the Air Force. Just as Owen is doing with his life, I want to make my own decisions.

Owen rubs himself against me, distracting me from my concerns. “I don’t care.” He buries his face into my neck, kissing then biting my earlobe.

My neck arches into his touch.

“I will go wherever you are,” he whispers against the shell of my ear as he pushes his cock into my wet heat, causing me to cry out in pleasure. “And whenever you go away on deployment, I will be at home waiting for you. I’ll always be waiting.”

He slides his cock back and forth, fucking me lazily, the palm of his giant hand skimming my hot skin, moving down my outer thigh to my calf, where he wraps his fingers around it and then coaxes me to bend my knee, pushing my thigh against my body and my shin into his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper.

We rock together, slowly, dreamily, as we make love.

His steel-colored eyes bore a hole in my soul. “Nothing will ever change how I feel about you, Jade.” His admission causes arush of wetness in my core as he drives into me, every muscle of his body glistening. He’s like a work of art, carved from the finest of iridescent opal; rock solid, alive with color, and too beautiful for words.

Picking up the pace, he thrusts into me as the cool air from the ceiling fan pebbles my hotter than the sand of the Sahara skin, hardening my nipples against his chest.

“Come for me, Jade.” The thick head of his cock teases my sweet spot, his balls slapping off my ass when his thrusts become faster.

I’m not prepared when he sucks his finger into his mouth to wet it, tells me to hold my knee back in place, and then moves his hand between our bodies. His fingertip finds my asshole, where he rubs it in gentle circles, round and round, giving me a pleasure I’ve never felt before.

Igniting the fuse, he pushes his finger in slightly. I’m surprised by how much I enjoy the pressure and how it adds to the sensation of his thick cock inside me.

He pummels into me, making me gasp when he tells me, “Touch yourself.”

Moving my hand between our bodies, my fingertips find my clit, and we light the blue touch paper as his hard body meets my soft one.

He moves back onto his haunches, widening his knees on the mattress. He shakes his head from side to side, his hair falling in waves around his face as his hooded eyes take in the show. He gently pushes his finger further into my back entrance, working it in and out until I’m desperate with need.

“Come, come with me,” he bellows.

And I do.

Hard.

Skyrocketing into the unknown.

It strikes me like a bolt of lightning, intense heat tearing through me, spreading from my inner walls through my pussy and down into my spine, thighs, and back entrance. I have no control over my body, and my eyes roll into the back of my head as I call out his name.

I clench around him, milking him as he comes inside of me, and he jerks and I twitch, our bodies so perfectly in sync with one another, going limp with exhaustion and pleasure.

My heart is buzzing like a happy bee in my chest.

This is us.

He’s mine.

He didn’t cave under his father’s demands.

He chose me.

And Poppy.

Us.

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