Page 40 of Lavender and Lust

“Oh god, yes,” I gasp when he pinches my nipple again and sends waves of electrical pulses to hit that sweet spot inside me that his cock is driving into relentlessly.

“God, you’re so fucking amazing,” he rasps and picks up the tempo, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks as he drives us closer to that blissful end. “You blow my fucking mind, baby.”

“O-Owen,” I stammer, feeling my walls pulse and clench around him as I steadily ascend to a height I never imagined I would reach.

Owen nuzzles into the side of my face, his hot breaths fanning over the cold skin left untouched by the jets of water cascading behind me, and I turn my head toward him. “I love it when you say my name when I’m inside you,” he whispers, then kisses my cheek tenderly. “It kills me in the best possible way.”

Removing a hand from the wall, I slide it behind his neck and nuzzle my face into his. He slinks an arm around my waist and holds my back flush against his chest as he drives into me harder, his movements suddenly seeming desperate, and my mouth drops open as bands of pleasure twist tight in my core, making my pussy clamp down on him.

“Shit,” he hisses. “I-I can’t fucking h-hold it, baby.”

The feeling of his cock swelling inside me tips me over the edge, and my palm slaps hard against the wall as those tight bands of pleasure finally snap, making me shatter around him with a hoarse cry. He drives into me two more times before burying himself to the hilt and letting out a guttural roar as his cock pulses and pumps my womb full of his seed.

Resting my head against the cool tiles, I take a moment to regulate my heartbeat as Owen goes lax behind me and rests his head on my shoulder.

A moment passes, and he lifts his head, planting a kiss on my shoulder, then pulls out of me and turns me around to face him.

Dropping his head down to rest his forehead against mine, he wraps his arms around me and looks down at me with a gaze so intense that it takes my breath away.

“I love you, Mac.”

I pull back and train my gaze on his, the sincerity and overwhelming love pouring from his emerald pools making my heart feel like it’s melting out of my chest.

I no longer have it in me to correct him when he calls me Mac. And I don’t even know when I actually started liking it. Perhaps it’s because he’s the only one to call me that, which makes it something exclusive between us. The memories of him calling me Mac trace back to when the war between us began. A war that we fought with passion, just like the passion we now pour into making love.

The skin between his brows creases as he stares back at me with a hint of uncertainty. “I know it’s soon, but it’s not like we’re strangers. You’ve been part of my life forever, baby, and I loved you even when I was at war with you.”

Cupping his cheek, I stare back at him adoringly and pour every ounce of my heart and soul into what I say next. “I love you too.”

His face lights up, and a smile spreads on his face. “Well, good, now we’ve got that out of the way. Let’s get dressed and go see your dad.”

Dropping my head to his chest, I release a pained groan. “Do we have to?” I whine, then pull back and give him a pleading look. “Can’t we just spend the day in bed? I still haven’t sucked your dick yet.”

He tilts his head back and closes his eyes with a pained groan. “Christ, baby. Don’t do this to me. Please.”

“Come on, we can go see him tomorrow,” I suggest, wanting nothing more than to stay wrapped up in the Owen and Mackenzie bubble all day.

“Wyatt knows,” he reminds me, then pulls out of my embrace and shuts the water off. “That guy can’t hold a secret any more than you can hold a sneeze. And I want your dad to hear it from us, not the gossip train running through this town.”

My shoulders slump.

He’s right.

It wouldn’t surprise me if half the town knows already, and even though I know without a doubt my father would be happy for us, I still want him to hear it directly from us first.

“Fine,” I grumble.

“Aw baby,” he coos and cups my cheeks, tilting my head up to place a tender kiss on my lips. “I tell you what. After we talk to your dad, we’ll go back to my place, I’ll whip us up some pancakes, and then you can spend the rest of the day sucking my dick, okay?”

“Only if you eat my pussy again,”

“Oh, that’s a sure thing, beautiful.” He smirks, then gives my ass a slap before stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel off the rack. “Now come on, let’s get this over with so we can spend the rest of the day rolling around naked together.”

He waggles his eyebrows while wrapping the towel around his waist, and a flurry of excitement tickles my belly for everything that’s yet to come.

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The momentwe pull into my father’s driveway, I’m suddenly hit with an unexpected bout of nerves.

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