Page 68 of Pucking Tangled
He simply angled Mia toward Owen and gave his boyfriend a nod.
Owen stepped forward, slow and steady, his intoxicating gaze zeroed in on Mia.
Casey smiled to himself. He knew that look well. He was often the willing victim to that gaze. To Owen’s longing and passion.
“Casey isn’t the only one who’s been waiting, sweet girl,” Owen said. “And I don’t plan on holding out much longer.”
TWENTY-SIX
Mia
Casey's kissleft her breathless.
It was rough, and real, and years in the making.
It had cracked her open, leaving her heart pounding in her chest as Owen stepped forward cautiously.
He adjusted himself, the grip on his cock tight enough to show off a slight outline. It made her wonder exactly what he looked like beneath those shorts. Would he be thick and heavy like Luca? Or longer with a little less girth the Waylon had appeared under his towel?
“Is there room for two?” He hit her with a look so powerful that she could only imagine just how explosive he must be in the bedroom.“Casey isn’t the only one who’s been waiting, sweet girl. And I don’t plan on holding out much longer.”
She couldn’t speak.
Didn’t know what to say.
If she was being honest, she was still reeling from the way Casey looked at her, like she was both his salvation andthe knife in his chest. And she still ached from the tenderness she'd left behind in Luca’s arms not even ten minutes ago.
And now Owen was here too, calm, still,patient—but his eyes were anything but. They burned. Not like Waylon’s cocky smirk or Luca’s reverent gaze. This was different.
Owen looked at her like he already knew the mess she was carrying inside and he wanted to dive right in anyway.
Her throat tightened and she felt lightheaded. “I don’t want to hurt any of you. I need you all to know that.”
“You didn’t,” Owen said.
She blinked. But hadn’t she?
Casey was pissed.
Luca was sulking upstairs, caught up in his own heartache because he felt like what they had was fleeting and not enough. And Waylon was determined to burn it all down.
“Mia,” Owen tilted her face up, “you’re just trying to find room for all of us,” he said softly. “That’s not selfish. It’s brave.”
Leave it to Owen to be the one to be the one that fully understood.
She didn’t even realize she had stood up and was walking and moved closer to Owen until their lips met.
Soft and searching.
Like they’d already done this a thousand times before.
His thumb brushed across her cheek as he deepened their kiss. His other hand found her waist and held on, grounding her.
Firm.
Steady.
Safe.
