Page 62 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

“I just never expected her to meet someone… like him. I’m sorry, Owen. If I could take it back…”

I tilt my head toward her.

Part of me will never forgive her for asking that of me, for solidifying a decision I never wanted to make, but I love her like a mother, and I know she had Laya’s best interests at heart.

I lean across the table and hold Tate’s gaze, knowing he can see deep into my soul as I deliver my final words.

“I love her, Tate, and I’ll do anything to keep her.”

Anything.

THIRTY-ONE

LAYA

Iglance over my shoulder at my sleeping son swaddled in the pastel-blue blanket my mom knitted for him.

“He asleep?” Owen’s eyes flick into the rearview mirror for confirmation.

“Yes. He was out like a light after his last feeding.”

He turns his gaze from the road to me, and heat blooms on my face. His eyes travel over me, then flick back toward the road too soon, leaving my body aching for more of his attention.

I lick my lips as uncertainty ripples through me. “Owen?”

His eyes snap to mine, and I instantly feel better. Something flashes in his eyes, some sort of understanding, and when he unbuckles his belt, my pulse races.

“Come on, baby girl, come and suck on this cock like the good girl I know you to be.”

He pulls his semihard cock from his boxers, and I lean over the center console, then bury my head into his groin. I breathe in his masculine scent as relaxation takes over me. He taps thehead of his cock at my mouth. “Open, baby girl. I want you to suckle on me. Take what you need from me.”

The moment his velvety cock slides into my mouth, I close my eyes and suckle, and when his thick palm tangles in my hair, I melt into him.

“Such a precious girl. You did good today, baby; everything is going to be okay now,” he croons, and his security and love wrap around me, providing the comfort I desperately crave.

OWEN

Laya fell asleep suckling on my cock, and it brought a dominance I never knew existed; I did that. I created such comfort for her that she melted into my touch and allowed me to bring her solitude. Possession and love ran through my veins, such an intoxicating blend that rendered me powerless in that moment. She owned me, every part of me, and was the one with control, and I happily gave it to her.

When we arrived home, I alerted my security team to carry Romeo inside while I carried Laya, then I placed my son in his crib and undressed my wife. Now I sit watching her sleep, calculating every moment her heart beats, counting the small gasps of air leaving her pouty lips, being in awe of her very existence.

My wife.

She stirs from sleep, her eyes snap open, then she sits up with a startle. Her gaze flicks around the room as if confused, and when her eyes land on me, emotion lodges in my throat.

The swell of her bare tits and the way her nipples are pebbled have my mouth watering. Her wavy hair is messy, and I wantnothing more than to add to the chaos of her untamed curls with my hand as I guide her over my aching cock.

The sheet pools to the mattress, giving me the perfect view of every inch of her, and I feast on it.

I touch my throbbing cock, opening my thighs wide to accommodate me. With her eyes on me, I move my hand down toward my heavy balls and tug before wrapping my fist around my thick girth, stroking to ease the dull pressure ebbing to be released.

She rolls her lip between her teeth as if contemplating her next move, and when she parts her legs, gifting me with a perfect view of her pussy, eagerness floods my bloodstream and I almost choke on my tongue, losing the ability to swallow or construct simple words to command her.

Fuck me, that’s hot. She parts her pussy lips, allowing me to see her juice drip from her; her blood has stopped and only a clear stream of eagerness leaks from her small hole, one I can’t wait to push my cock into.

“Crawl,” I bite out, and point toward the floor beside my feet.

That gritty air of confidence I love about Laya comes back, and she throws her hair over her shoulder and complies. Sliding from the bed onto her knees, she crawls toward me, and my heart hammers against my ribcage.

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