Page 162 of Pucking Tangled
Owen: Freeing.
Tessa: That sounds like a good thing.
Owen: It is. I’m really happy, Tess.
Tessa: We’re happy for you. Love you, Bub.
Owen: I love you too.
He smiled to himself and set the phone on the nightstand.
When he looked up, Mia was standing near the bathroom, naked and waiting for him. “Everything okay?”
Owen walked toward her, wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her a kiss. “Never better, Mia.”
“Good. Then get in her and let me take care of you.” She tugged him into the shower with the guys before she lowered to her knees and took his dick in her mouth.
Mia took turns sucking them all while they lathered each other with soap and kept each other…occupied while they waited their turn.
When she was done,theytook care of her. Washing her hair, her body, and worshiping her until she had nothing left to give.
They stepped out of the shower together and Owen passed out towels so they could dry off before they climbed into bed together—one after the other, bodies folding around each other like they’d done it a hundred times already.
Mia took her spot in the middle, centering the entire group. Owen and Casey stretched out on one side of her while Waylon and Luca took up space on her other side. They all reached inward, holding on to their anchor.Her.
“Whoever ordered this bed is a fucking genius,” Waylon sighed.
Mia giggled. “Let me guess, that was all you?”
“You know it baby.” He gently squeezed her hip.
Someone yawned. Someone else let out a tiny snore.
Owen soaked it all in.
After everything they’d been through, in such a short amount of time, here they were.
Wrapped in warmth. Anchored by love.
All the heartache and disappointment from pissed off parents seemed to fade away when you had four partners who’d move heaven and earth to protect you, whose parents loved you as they loved their own.
Owenwas going to be okay. Hell. He already was.
They were all going to be okay.
FIFTY-FIVE
Mia
Mia was warm,wrapped in the comfort of too many limbs and tangled sheets. Luca’s arm curved around her waist, heavy and protective. Casey’s fingers were curled in the hem of her sleep shirt, that she changed into before they all went to bed the night before. Owen was stretched behind her, one leg pressed along hers, breath steady against the back of her neck. And Waylon—predictably sprawled—had one hand resting on her bare ankle, the other thrown across Luca’s thigh like gravity didn’t apply to him the same way it did everyone else.
This was what it meant to wake up in love—withfourpeople—everyday.
Maybe for someone else it would have felt overwhelming. But this only felt like peace. Mia blinked slowly, her thoughts wandering. Maybe it was the way Luca’s palm subconsciously smoothed over her stomach, like he already imagined more there than just soft skin and breath.
“I’ve been thinking,” she whispered.
Owen made a low sound, the kind that said he was listening even if his eyes were still closed. Waylon groaned softly and rolled closer.
