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I shake my head, because I’m too out of my comfort zone to make any sense of anything right now.
“You can’t come on my cock, princess? Is that what you’re telling me? Because I can guarantee you, you will. Your dripping cunt is loving getting fucked by me. By me, Col. Only by me,” he says through gritted teeth, like he’s doing his best to keep his shit together too.
But it’s no use.
We’re both too far gone.
And now we’re in trouble.
Because this feels too right.
It feels predestined.
“Owen,” I moan, his name the only word I can still utter.
“Col,” he mimics, my name feeling like a prayer falling from his lips.
We stare into each other’s eyes, breathing the same oxygen, as we continue this maddening dance. I’m not sure what he seesin my eyes, but when his turn the deepest shade of green, it takes my very breath away.
“Jesus, Col. You’re fucking killing me here,” he whispers, before his lips fall on mine again.
As he kisses me like his life depends on it, I feel one of his hands slide in between my thighs, going to my clit. One light stroke is all I need to burst into flames. I crash and burn in his arms, feeling like I’m something too precious to let go of as the orgasm rips my body to shreds. All of me shakes while Owen keeps thrusting into me, until he finds his own release. His teeth bite into my bottom lip, piercing the flesh as his cum starts dripping down my thighs.
My heart rattles in its cage, old lost feelings starting to come to the surface, feelings that should be long forgotten. And as he gasps for air, running his fingers over my hair, staring at me like he’s never seen anything more beautiful, a nervous lump surges in my throat.
Reckless.
I wanted to be reckless for just one night.
And what did it get me?
Fucking none other than Owen Turner raw in the middle of a damn golf course.
I’ll never live this down.
And worse still, I’m not sure I want to.
CHAPTER TEN
Owen
“So that’s how it’s going to be, huh? Fuck me and leave me?” I ask after Colleen jumps off my lap in a hurry, pulling on her dress.
“I would have thought you’d be used to it by now. Screwing a girl’s brains out and then leaving their bed before they wake up?”
I smirk while getting up to my feet, picking up my discarded shirt from the ground and putting it on.
“Is that another invitation?”
“Hell no,” she scoffs, palming the creases of her dress, inspecting it for grass stains.
“Oh, I’m not so sure about that. You did just admit that I screwed your brains out.”
“Well, I never said you didn’t have your charms.” She throws me a sarcastic smile. “Pity it’s all you’re good for.”
I swallow the gap between us, putting my hand on the base of her back and pulling her toward me until she feels my already stiff cock pressed up against her soaking mound.
“I didn’t hear any complaints a few seconds ago. If that’s all I’m good for then it should be no problem for you to go a second round.”
