Page 64 of The Reality of Us
He picked up the condom she’d dropped next to the pillow and sheathed himself.
“Wait,” she said. “What about you?”
“Plenty of time for that later.”
When she pushed him away slightly, he panicked. Fuck. Too much? But then he realised she wanted to get on top.
He held the base of his cock as Alice lowered herself onto him. She was so wet and warm. God, he’d love to be in her bare. He’d never trusted anyone enough to do that before.
Her eyes widened as she took all of him. Owen started with a shallow thrust, but it immediately wasn’t enough. He gripped her ass, watched her tits bounce. He must’ve looked like an idiot because he couldn’t stop smiling. It had never been like this before. No one would ever compare to Alice.
He knew it the second Alice decided she’d make him come. She didn’t just start to move; she began to grind. Letting go of his pecs, Alice cupped her tits, threw her head back and rode him.
Let the official record reflect it was hot as fuck.
Owen’s balls clenched, white-hot need accumulating. Shifting his hand, he rubbed her clit. Her gasp spurred him on, and he fought against the tide of pleasure threatening to drown him.
“Oh my God, Owen … I’m going to …”
“Alice,” he gasped.
His orgasm hit him squarely in the spine, and she clenched around him.
She didn’t stop moving, her hips rocking as she took everything he had. His heart felt like it would crack open his chest, bust out.
Oh boy, was he in trouble.
22
“This is your idea of fun?” Alice followed Owen up a steep climb. They were almost finished with their training run—their second since she’d agreed to do the race—and she was flagging. The first had been an easy five kilometres around the fire trail at the bottom of the Wattle Valley Ranges. But this one? He’d had her scrambling over rocks, the route far more technical than she’d anticipated. Alice blinked, wiping the sweat off her brow. Her pocket water bottle was empty, or she would’ve reached for it.
“Want to lead?” Owen ran backwards. Up the trail. What an athletic asshole. But then he winked and smiled at her, and she forgot her legs were made from cement.
“I thought you wanted to be distracted this morning?” he said, a teasing whisper in his voice she’d never have thought possible when they first met.
“I meant with sex! Or more pancakes.”
Owen had made those for her last night for dinner. Another thing she never would’ve dreamt he’d do. Sure, they’d been mostly banana and he’d covered his in fruit, nuts and seeds, but he’d bought ice cream for her and three different types of syrup. All gluten free. All delicious.
“Maybe you should spend the night at my place, then.”
“I can’t leave Murphy overnight,” she huffed. Where the hell was the crest of this hill? “And Teddy would wonder where I was.”
“Bring Murphy.” Owen shrugged. “I don’t mind.”
“But what if he saw us … you know.” She raised her eyebrows. What kind of dog parent would she be then? He still wasn’t toilet trained properly either.
Owen laughed loudly, the sound bouncing off the trees all around them. “He can sleep in the bathroom.”
Leaving Owen last night, all rumpled in his bed with sex hair and chocolate syrup on the bedside table had been harder than she wanted to admit. “Maybe,” was all she said.
The trail widened, and he waited until she pulled up next to him. She was surprised to see there was nothing flirty about his expression. “Nervous?” he asked.
She avoided his gaze, pretending to check the ground for loose rocks, roots or other tripping hazards.
“It’s normal to be nervous,” he said softly.
Alice tried to laugh, to play it off, but she knew he saw right through her when his mouth flattened. “Honey,” and ooof, there went her heart, “you’re going to be great. You’ve been amping the launch up online, you’ve got the whole shebang planned at Mum’s and those newspaper folks are coming.”
