Page 44 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

“I …”

His thick hand clasps my thigh, and he adjusts me on his lap until I’m straddling him. Then he places his finger to my lips. “Don’t wanna hear it. We’re getting married today.” My eyebrows shoot up. “Gonna solidify our future, Laya. We’re getting married, and my baby will be growing in your belly, baby girl, just like how it always should have been. Then when all this shit is settled, I’ll give you a big wedding, if that’s what you want.”

“A renewal?”

“Know all about your wedding, Pinterest thing.” He smiles smugly.

“You do?”

His lip twitches. “I do.” Then he leans forward and kisses my neck, sending goose bumps scattering over my skin. “Know that fucker didn’t give it to you. Let me have this today, then we’ve got the rest of our lives to make it whatever you want.”

His soft lips derail my thoughts as I stretch my neck to give him access while I rest my hands on his knees behind me.

“Why does it have to be so soon?”

“I want it cemented. Official. I want to go to your family and tell them it’s done.” I press down on his hardness as he nips at my skin. “Besides that, our marriage will bring you protection.Nobody will ever consider touching you when they know we’re married.”

My blood runs cold, and I still.

Slowly, I lift my head to face him.

“Am I in danger? Is Romeo in danger?”

He chuckles, and I want to smash him between the eyes at finding humor in this, given the circumstances. “No, baby girl.”

“Those men …”

His face hardens. “Are done. They’re fucking done.” The determination in his voice leaves no room for argument. Then he grips my chin and holds my gaze. “Trust me.”

The finality pours from him in waves, and I’ve no choice but to accept it and, like always, I do because it’s Owen.

“Now grind that little pussy on my cock, baby girl.” He glances at his watch. “You’re going to be Mrs. Stevens in a few hours and need time to get ready.” My mouth falls open at his words, and he throws his head back on a laugh, then takes my hips in his thick hands and encourages me to grind against him. When his eyes meet mine, they’re full of lust. “Make us come, baby girl.”

And I want nothing more than to do just that.

TWENTY-TWO

OWEN

The moment she stepped into my office wearing my T-shirt, I became ravenous for her.

But I want to save her body for tonight—our wedding night.

If I could have my time again, I’d have made her eighteenth birthday a double celebration—her birthday and our marriage.

But instead, we’re having to do things unconventionally.

There’s not a doubt in my mind that shit will hit the fan tomorrow when Tate finds out I not only married his little sister but defiled her too. So having her tied to me before he tries to encourage doubt to creep into her mind ensures I get what I want.

I wasn’t lying when I said she can have her dream wedding later. Hell, I even secured the lodge resort on her Pinterest for this summer.

But I hate the way she eyes me with such uncertainty, the doubt where it has no place to be, so I give her what we both want.

“Make us come, baby girl.” Her breath hitches, and I know I have her. She leans back so her hands are once again rested on my knees and her pussy is flush against my hard cock.

“I want your T-shirt off,” she says, and rocks against me, and my cock jumps as I make quick work of throwing my T-shirt off. I lift her shirt enough to tear her panties from her, and she gasps, and I chuckle as I drop the fabric to the floor.

“I need you, Owen.”

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