Page 81 of Filthy Sweet

I slowly relax my grip on Owen, then shoot him a troubled glance. His mouth is hanging open, wordless.

“We’re, uh…” I try to subtly hide my erection. “Lunch,” I finally say.

Reggie holds his hands up. “Lunch! I’m hungry, too! Can you believe it?”

I push my hand through my hair, trying to compose myself. “You’re always hungry, Reggie.”

“And we already ate,” Owen adds quickly, fidgeting with his shirt. “And I’ve got to get back…to do stuff.”

Reggie blinks, totally oblivious. “Cool.” None of us say anything for a minute. Then he renews his grin and nods. “Well, guess I should get going then!”

“Fucking hell,” I gasp when he walks away, then press my forehead to Owen’s.

“Where were we?” Owen asks. “Was it time to take my panties off and shove them down your pants?”

I groan and push my fingers through his hair. “Fucking love when you do that.”

Owen blinks. “Fuck it,” he says, then laughs. “Race you to the car.”

Before I can process, he takes off in a sprint. He’s faster than me, too, and no matter how much I huff and sweat, I can’t catch up. He just runs ahead, laughing and disappearing around corners.

Hell, do I love this man.

He’s full of light and always surprising me. When Owen came into my life, I thought I had everything under control. But somehow, he turned it upside down. He reordered it, and he changed the way I see myself, too.

Before, I thought I had everything I wanted. But Owen tore my walls down, and I’ve realized that there can be so much more in life. He makes me happy and satisfied in ways I’ve never been before, and I work every day to provide the same to him.

And since our relationship is a very special one, keeping him satisfied means railing him in the back of my car, hidden in a dark parking garage. Owen teases me and moans, his legs splayed over the seats, his panties slid to the side enough that I can fuck him. I give him everything I have, and by the time my cum is dripping from his hole, the windows are steamy, and my man looks happy and satisfied.

I drive us back to the condo. With Owen’s stuff moved in, it’s got a warmer feel, books and houseplants and softer things. It all mixes nicely with my stuff, the styles blending.

For maybe the first time, my house truly feels like a home.

Owen makes us dinner, his favorite veggie pasta, and we end up falling asleep on the couch watching a nature documentary. I lift him and carry him upstairs, careful not to wake him as I deposit him in our bed.

We’ve had a long week. My new band, The Night Fatales, has been busy at the studio, and it was our turn to host the rotating weekly dinner that we share with Reggie and Robin. With a new exhibition occupying Owen at the museum, we’ve barely had time to get freaky together.

Not that I’m worried. We’ve got a trip planned tomorrow, and I’m not going to take my hands off of him all weekend.

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OWEN

I hop off the back of Fox’s bike and remove my helmet, the world seeming to vibrate. We’ve been riding for a couple of hours, and that always makes me legs feel wobbly.

“Wow,” I say, looking out over the Alpine scene where we stopped. “This is gorgeous.” I look at Fox, who stretches his arms. “Where are we?”

We pulled off the highway a little bit ago, finding our way to this dirt road, but there’s nothing here.

“The mountains,” he says, intentionally not answering my question, and offers me his hand. “Come on.”

I walk with him down the trail. We’re surrounded by pine trees and grey rocks, all jutting into a startlingly blue sky. “A city escape,” I say, pleased, and press my body to his. “That is a nice surprise.”

“I thought you’d enjoy the quiet,” Fox says, then nods ahead. “Rented us a cabin.”

I smile, warm satisfaction humming through me.

Back when we first started dating, I was so certain that Fox would never want to be in a relationship with me. I thought we were just too different, looking for disparate things, unrelated pleasures.

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