Page 116 of Pucking Tangled
FORTY
Owen
He hadn’t meantto be the last.
He wasn’t waiting for Mia to ask for him.
But perhaps in some way it was what he really needed.
Something sacred had passed through them today.
As they lay trying to catch their breath, Owen soaked in everything around him.
Mia on her side, still facing him. Waylon at her back, running his hand up and down her side.
Luca sitting up beside Waylon and watching Mia with wonder in his eyes.
Casey was at the foot of the bed, one leg draped over his, the other resting on Mia’s shin like he was a puppy.
Owen smiled at the innocence of it.
He saw the scattered clothes, the mess of pillows and blankets they hadn’t yet bothered to fix.
This wasn’t just sex.
This wasbelonging.
They asked so much of her from the start.
And she hadgivenherself back to them—freely, completely.
He wanted to give something back too. Something more than touch. Something steadier than a kiss.
So he held her. Breathed her in. Let the quiet stretch.
A minute later, Casey shifted, murmured something half-sleeping and half-embarrassed. “Are we dead? I feel like we died.”
Mia laughed.
Luca tossed a pillow at Casey’s head.
Casey yelped. “Ow.”
“Nope. Still alive,” Luca chuckled.
“I need to pee,” Mia whispered,
They all laughed and fumbled to let her go.
Four sets of eyes stared at her ass as she walked into the ensuite.
Casey sat up and nudged Owen’s leg. “All five of us can fit in that bathtub, you know.”
He rolled his eyes but smiled, crawling out of bed. “Then I guess I better let the water warm up.”
“Good, I need a good soak. Pretty sure I pulled something.” Waylon stretched like a cat.
Luca snorted. “Yeah. Your ego.”
