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“You were so brave today, Angel.” Owen’s words brushed Liam’s ear. “I’m beyond proud of you.”

“I think I’m proud of myself?”

Owen pulled away with a laugh. “You should be! And I think school is a wonderful idea. What do you think you’ll study?”

Liam bit his lip, suddenly shy. In the beforetimes, when his parents were still alive and he was preparing for college, he had no idea what to pick as a major. However, he had a lot of interests and felt that he’d eventually stumble across something he’d like to do. That hadn’t happened until recently when the events of his life lined up and called to him.

“I want to be a lawyer.” Hearing it outside of his own head made it real, solid, and all the more right. “I want to make sure that what happened to me doesn’t happen to anyone else. Ms. Chauhan is amazing. I want to be like her.”

Owen’s mouth opened in shock but then he smiled, lighting up the room.

“I think you would make a perfect lawyer. You’re strong, smart, and empathetic.” Owen brushed their noses together as Liam blushed furiously. “Plus, you have plenty ofappeal.”

“Oh my god,” Liam giggled. “I’m going to sue you.”

“And tons ofconviction.”

“What you’re doing is against the law.”

“And I guess I’ll have to buy you plenty of underwear because you’ll needbriefs.”

Liam put his hand over Owen’s mouth.

“Stop right there or I’ll have you arrested too,” Liam managed to gasp out, laughing so hard that he was sure somebody was going to come in and check on them. But when no one arrived, Liam removed the hand, quickly replacing it with his lips. The kiss was slow and sweet, a soft click echoing through the office as they parted.

“I love you.” Liam looked into Owen’s eyes, seeing his past, his present, and his future, and Owen bestowed Liam with another brilliant smile that made him weak in the knees as it always did.

“I love you too, Angel.”

31

OWEN

“Owen!Ahhh.Ahhhhh!“ Liam cried out, hands against the wet tiles, legs spread, water streaming down his body in a delicious trail that Owen was chasing with his tongue. Liam was as delectable as he looked, like a sweet pastry fresh from the oven, soft and pretty on the outside, warm and luscious within, and Owen never got tired of tasting him.

Dropping to his knees, Owen sucked the base of Liam’s spine, kneading the round supple cheeks right below it and spreading them apart to stare at Liam’s entrance, which pulsed, beckoning.

“O-Owen w-we- can’t-” Liam stuttered through a gasp, his legs wobbling.

“We have time.” Leaning in, Owen traced his tongue around the fluttering hole before him, feeling it clench and release. When Liam had strode through the bedroom naked, heading for the shower, Owen had dropped everything to quickly follow, lead like a dog on a leash. Once he’d stripped and stepped under the spray, Liam had fixed him with a glare from the other side of the stall, informing him that he had places to be and this needed to be afunctionalshower.

As Owen jabbed his tongue into Liam’s body, feeling him quake and moan, he decided that he had met the brief - what he was doing was quite functional. It was his job to make sure that Liam was properly sated before Owen let him loose into the world. Between the arrests and Owen’s therapy the weight they’d both been carrying for years had been slowly lifting and they were happier now, closer than they’d ever been, unable to keep their hands off each other.

After suffering through the celibate end of his marriage, Owen had wondered if his libido would ever come back but Liam had lit it on fire. He’d let his hair grow out, had put on a few pounds, and spent more time outdoors, exploring the hiking trails in the area. It had been good for him and, along with the progress he’d been making in rehab, the change in him was like night and day. Liam had always been stunning but now he was positively radiant and unaware of how sexy he was.

But Owen was going to remind him of it every chance he could.

Pushing his tongue in as far as he could, Owen wiggled it, enjoying the taste of Liam’s core, and Liam let out a shriek that echoed off the bathroom tiles. Owen’s cock responded in kind, leaking onto the shower floor, wanting to be buried deep within Liam’s tight body but it needed to wait. Sliding one hand around Liam’s waist, Owen grasped his shaft, delighted to find it hard as steel. Pumping, he timed his hand with his tongue until Liam was a jibbering shaking mess, about to fall over. Just as his legs wobbled so hard that Owen thought he’d have to pull out and catch Liam as he fell, Liam shrieked again and came with a jolt, painting the shower wall as his hole rippled around Owen’s tongue. With a few slurping kisses, Owen drew back, wiping his mouth with one hand as the other smoothed up and down Liam’s flank, enjoying how he trembled in the aftermath.

Resting his head against the wet tiles Liam took in a few gulps of air, trying to steady himself, and Owen secretly basked in how ruffled Liam always got after an orgasm, proud that he was able to make his lover come that strongly.

“I said…” Liam took in another breath, pushing long wet hair out of his eyes. “That we were just supposed to shower.”

“We are showering.” Owen stood, picked up the shampoo, and poured some into his palms. Gently, he began to massage it through Liam’s hair. “I washed you inside and now I’m washing you outside.” Owen waggled his brows and Liam tried to hold back a giggle but failed.

“You’re trouble with a capital T and you’re going to make me late.”

“I’m not trouble. I’m Owen. And you have an hour.” Owen helped him tilt his head back into the spray, running fingers through the soft soapy tresses until they rinsed clean. He also might have brushed his still-hard cock against Liam’s hip a few times.

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