Page 78 of The Retreat

Owen is doing the same when I look over at him. I wonder how he would taste right now.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll make sure you lose.”

“Like what?”

“Like you can already taste me.”

I smirk and toss the bottle in the recycling. “Oh husband, I can.” I drag my tongue along my bottom lip and stride toward him. He lifts his sabre when I get close, and I stop when it touches my skin. “Are you really willing to risk injury by playing without gear?” I will forfeit if it means getting to touch him. I may have pride, but I have zero shame for this man.

I watch him think about it, it’s all I need. Swiping the sword to the side, I close the distance between us and tease the edge of his jock with my fingers.

“I would hate for either of us to get injured this early in the season.” The tip of his dick is pressing between the plastic and his pelvis just enough for me to run my finger over it. Owen shudders and growls but shoves me back.

“Bumps and bruises are part of the life.”

But he thought about it, and that’s what matters.

I pick up my sabre, and we set again.

“En garde!” Owen says, and he lunges, I extend for a right of way, knowing it was a risk, and he slashes my ribs. I hiss and flinch away from the sabre, immediately covering the spot with my hand.

“Shit.” Owen lowers his sword and strides toward me, reaching for my wrist.

“I’m fine.” I turn away from him. I don’t know why I don’t want him to see it, I just don’t.

“Let me see it,” he demands, pulling on my arm to turn me again, but I shrug him off. “Colin! Let me see it!”

“Do you demand to see every little mark you leave on your opponent?” I snap. This was stupid and careless. Someone could have gotten hurt worse than a damn bruise.

“I don’t spar with others while mostly naked. That’s going to bruise at the very least, but it could have broken the skin and need to be cleaned.” He spins me this time, rushing me backward until I hit the wall. Air leaves my lungs, and he uses the shock to his advantage, lifting both my hands above my head.

“Now we’re talking.” I wag my eyebrows at him and lift my leg to wrap around his hip.

He gives me a stern look before bending to inspect the damage he’s caused. “I have some arnica gel. That will help.”

“No.”

“No? You want the bruise?” Owen straightens and meets my eyes, clearly confused.

“Yes.”

“Why? It will interfere with practice. You’ll favor that side at the least, or it’ll cause you pain when you move at worst.”

I lean as close to him as I can in this position. “Because I want your marks on me.”

Owen growls and grips my jaw with his free hand. “You wear my ring. What more do you need?”

“Putting marks on my skin is proof you want me.” I tease his lip with my tongue, tasting the salt of his skin. “I’ve earned my reward,” I whisper over the corner of his mouth.

“What reward do you think you’ve earned?”

“Your cock in my mouth.”

Owen watches me for a second, then one hand trails down my body, setting off goosebumps. He watches me while he drags his fingertips along the band of my jock between my hip bones.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

I’m not sure of anything anymore.

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