Page 82 of All For You
“I don’t have any relationship history, a scorned fiancé, nor a love life to speak about.”
“Ex-fiancée,” he corrected. “No, what I want to know is why you’ve stayed single all these years. I’ve never heard of you with a boyfriend.”
“No time. I’ve been busy since I was ten and could reach the pedals on the riding lawnmower.”
“That’s not the real reason. I know that’s what you use as your excuse to everyone else, but I’m not them. I want to know why you held yourself back from having a romantic relationship.”
Squirming beneath his steely gaze, I ran through a list of lies to tell him, but instead, I chose the truth. If he could share, then I could too.
“I was scared. Scared of making myself vulnerable to someone. Scared of having my heart broken. Scared of never finding my person. Scared of never having what my parents have. Scared of love in general. It was easier to close myself off than to put myself out there. But I promised Jenna I’d try… and now, here we are.”
“Here we are,” he repeated as he pressed his lips against mine. “And thank you,” he added as he brushed a kiss along my cheek and then nose.
“For what?”
“For telling me the truth and for giving me a chance.”
I started giggling, which earned me a cocked eyebrow from Owen. “I guess I should thank Vanessa for screwing up and being late to the altar. Otherwise, you may have never returned home.”
He rocked his hips against me, instantly silencing my laughter. “Yeah, I’ll make sure to send her a bouquet of dead flowers.”
“Yeah, you do that.” I gasped as his velvety cock glided across my mound.
“Are you sore?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.
“A little, but please don’t stop,” I begged. “I want you to make love to me, Owen.”
“We didn’t use anything in the shower. I’m clean. I get tested by the team, and I had a test done after the Vanessa fiasco.”
“I’m on the pill. I want to feel you bare again.”
Owen coated his cock in slick heat before guiding himself slowly inside my pussy. This time, his touches were tender, his pace slow. But as I hitched my leg higher on his hip, Owen’s stride grew crazed. I met him thrust for thrust. Until he spilled inside me and we fell into a heap of sweaty bodies.
“Fuck, I love you,” he mumbled next to my head as he yawned.
“I love you too,” I replied.
Owen planted a quick kiss on my forehead and rose from the bed to retrieve a washcloth to clean up between my legs.
“Get some sleep, beautiful.” He tucked my body up against his, and I drifted away, listening to the steady thumping of his heartbeat.
Tomorrow was going to be a new day with all new responsibilities and what ifs, but for right now, I was exactly where I wanted to be.
Chapter Twenty – Owen
Dad loomed over me with one of my new baseball bats. I’d begged him for one of the fancy aluminum ones all the other kids used at games, but he said I was only good enough for a wooden one. He’d prefer it if I used a stick.
Coach Rudicell saw I hadn’t come to practice with the type required by the school. I lied the first few times and told him I’d forgotten, but then, in my locker, I found a brand-new bat waiting for me. It had been my favorite colors too—blue and green.
Coach didn’t have to say anything. I knew it had come from him.
“My own fucking kid can’t even appreciate all the hard work I put in. You’ve gotta go and beg your coach for a new fancy bat? You suck his cock to get this, boy?”
“Dad, no. I didn’t do anything. I swear.” At fourteen, I was catching up to my dad in size, but he was still larger, especially in the darkened room where I cowered like a five-year-old against my headboard.
“Don’t lie to me, boy. I bet you told that old man that I refused to buy it for ya, huh? I bet you told him how horrible of a father I am. Well, you know what? I’m gonna show you how horrible I can really be.”
The first smack of the bat landed on my thigh. The next, my ribs. Then everything went black just as I heard my mother scream my name.
