Page 69 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

The warmth of her pussy and the way it contracts with each of her calculated hits has my cock eager to release.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Owen. I’m—” She throws her head back, and her pussy convulses around us, and finally, I can fill her with my seed.

I erupt inside my girl, around the metal of my weapon, knowing deep in my soul that I hold all the power to keep her safe, but nothing can protect me from her.

THIRTY-FOUR

LAYA

The weeks pass by in a haze of happiness while spending time with my family and getting to know Ava. She’s become the sister I never had but always wanted, and I look forward to the time we spend together at my parents’ home.

Something tells me she could be a lot of fun.

The sun hits my face, and I smile at the sense of freedom blowing in the breeze. I cling tighter to Owen, then upon feeling the shift in him, I tilt my head up to face him. His eyes flit over my face, as if searching for a reason to my action, but when he realizes I’m gifting him with a genuine smile, the corners of his eyes crinkle. I step up on my tiptoes and trace over them with the tips of my fingers.

“Jesus,” Tate balks from beside me. “You’re so lovey fucking dovey.” He grimaces and shakes his head, and the disapproving look on his face has me bursting out laughing.

When I first suggested meeting at the park, Ava bounced up and down with excitement so hard I was concerned she wouldtrigger an early labor. Poor Tate didn’t have a choice but to comply.

“Ugh, you make me want to vomit.” He turns away from us to stare out toward the lake. “Ooof.” Ava delivers a swift elbow into his chest. “What the fuck, baby?”

“I warned you not to be an ass.”

My brother tugs her toward him and wraps his arm around her while nuzzling into her hair.

“He’s sweet-talking her,” Owen whispers, and I grin back at him.

“I’m sure he is.”

Romeo takes this moment to stir in the baby carrier attached to Owen’s chest. There’s something incredibly hot about a giant of a man with a small baby attached to him who would destroy anything threatening the ones he loves but is also a gentle father all wrapped up in one mouthwatering package.

“You look like you want to eat me.” He grins down at me as we follow behind Tate and Ava.

“Maybe I do.”

In a split second, the playful look on his face is erased and replaced with a guarantee of filthy promises. Slowly, he licks his lips like a predator, causing my bloodstream to race with desperation.

Tate and Ava come to a stop, and I glance around to find Reed jogging toward us. Seeing Reed in his running clothes is new for me. It’s the most casual I have ever seen him look, and for a moment, I see someone different from the work obsessed, perfected businessman he portrays himself to be.

The moment he realizes we’re in front of him, he stumbles, causing Tate and Owen to laugh; he wraps his arm around Romeo to prevent him bouncing, and I sink into his side a little more, loving his natural reaction to protect our son.

Reed comes to a standstill. His eyebrows furrow as he scans us all over, as if searching for something. Then he pulls out his earbuds and tucks them into his pocket and swipes the sweat from his forehead. “Why are you out here?”

Tate scoffs. “Walking, dumbass.” He waves his hand toward us. “Clearly.”

Reed stares back at him. “Walking?”

“Yes, you know, you move your feet in front of you a bit like you were doing but slower, so when you see someone you know, you don’t trip and look like an idiot.” He grins back at Reed.

Reed’s deadpan face has me smiling inside. He’s without a doubt not the joker of the guys. I’d say he doesn’t know how to have fun. Outside of the bedroom, of course, I’ve heard all about his antics over the years.

“Funny, you look”—his gaze roams over us, his lip curling in disgust—“kind of domesticated.”

Owen scoffs. “That’s kind of the point when you choose to have a family.”

The fact he said, “Choose to have a family” has me swooning and, as if hearing my thoughts, he smiles down at me.

“Eww.” Reed grimaces, with his hands on his hips. “You have to put up with that shit?” He waves his hand toward Owen and me while looking at Tate, who is now kissing Ava’s neck and caressing her baby bump. “Never mind.” He shakes his head. “But what the hell is that thing attached to you?”

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