Page 90 of Knots About You
‘Like it was made for me,’ I grinned. ‘So I guess this means we should plan a wedding?’
‘For after Isla’s had her baby, she’ll never forgive me if I get married and she can’t have a dram.’
‘Good point. We should make Meowrse the ring bearer. Can you imagine how sweet he’d be trotting down the aisle with the rings tied to his collar?’
Owen raised a brow. He’d be up in the rafters or tucked between barrels, and out rings would end up as steering wheels for mice.’
‘Do you think mice are sitting there with steering wheel-less cars?’ I hoped he did, because that’s fucking charming.
‘Maybe.’
‘God, I love you.’ I planted a kiss on his mouth before pinching an exposed nipple, making him growl.
‘We could rent the manor house,’ he said, feeding his fingers into my hair and gently tugging it by the nape, which sent shivers of need through me. ‘They do weddings. And I hear Henry is a beast with the florals and shit.’
‘Or…’ I traced circles through his light chest hair. ‘We could keep it small and do it here? In the barrel room, back at the scene of our first meeting. A butt load of fairy lights, and a homemade cake. Dancing and dramming and not spending wildamounts to belong to each other. Sure, Meowrse will probably knock over a centrepiece, and we’ll need to glue Jim to his chair, but it would be so lovely. If you don’t mind being married at work, I guess.’
The way his eyes softened undid me. ‘You wouldn’t mind? It would be perfect. Although you’ll likely have to deal with Isla as a wedding coordinator, and that could be…’
‘Interesting.’
Owen leaned over me, grabbing a handful of long red ribbons, abandoned from one of Henry’s elaborate gifts, and wrapped them around my wrists.
The soft sating stole by breath as he tugged it tight, maintaining eye contact the entire time he looped and tied.
‘I’ve never fucked a fiancée,’ he whispered, his eyes darkening as he tossed the blanket off of me. The light chill crept over my skin, lifting goosepimples in its wake.
Owen kissed me in his unhurried way, one hand firm at the back of my neck and the other pinning my hands above my head, against the blankets.
He traced his fingertips over me, from collarbone to thighs, and swept back up to taunt my nipples.
‘Good girl,’ he murmured before fitting his hot mouth over the pebbled flesh. I groaned and writhed beneath his touch, losing myself in flicks of his tongue.
When he moved again, I split my tights, hoping he’d slip between them.
‘Let me look at you.’
Owen knelt up, the firelight dancing over his thick arms. The graze of his eyes was heavy enough that I could almost feel it dancing over my skin.
‘Spread them wide,’ he demanded, his voice growing gruffer as the blood relocated to his hardening cock.
I did.
It sent a deviant thrill through me to see him hungrily devour me with his eyes. MY breath came quicker as he lay back down beside me, still eating me up with those green eyes.
Eventually, he dragged one finger tip down my throat, pausing when I tipped my head back and moaned.
‘Such a pretty thing. I love the way you react to my touch. The way you whimper and gasp.’
‘Please, give memygift.’
Owen pressed a hand against his solid cock, and stroked it against my thigh. ‘I should have bought a diamond-encrusted cock ring, being that my girl loves to be filled up good and tight.’
A flush heated my cheeks, but I didn’t deny it. I noted down a diamond-encrusted cock ring for his birthday in my mind.
‘I love it when you fuck me. So how about getting to it?’
He gave a dark and amused laugh before stroking himself harder, my eyes bugging at the swollen tip, so red and full.
