I sat up and pulled her up with me.
“Play with them but use your tongue, baby,” I said in a raspy voice.
She glanced up at me before licking my right nipple once.
I groaned as she began to kiss and suck at them. The bar moved every time her tongue swept over it. The sensation had my balls tightening again. The hard ache of my cock was becoming unbearable when she looked up at me. She blew air against the one she had been licking, and I was done.
I laid her back down, my cock already pushing against her folds.
Covering her mouth with mine, she matched my kiss with as much enthusiasm as I was giving her.
I slid into her slowly, careful not to cause her any more pain. I knew that my size was going to hurt her regardless. It was something I didn’t want for her, but I needed her too much at the moment to regret it.
She sucked in a breath as I pushed past the point I had been at before. She was so tiny that I was only able to make it an inch at a time.
She was wet and so fucking tight that I knew I wasn’t going to last long.
I stilled when I reached a certain point, letting her get used to me, and allowing myself to calm down. I tried to think of anything but where my cock was. Her scent made it impossible though as it filled my nose.
My baser instincts took over as I started rocking into her. I needed to brand her. I wasn’t sheathed on purpose. I wondered if she'd even noticed.
I wanted her pregnant. The two weeks that I had spent without her, cemented that bizarre thought in my head. I couldn’t think about anything else for a while. It was that damn moment in her dad’s kitchen and her in a dress that did it.
I was a selfish bastard not to tell her, but I wanted her tied to me.
Fuck asking.
Her virginity was a bonus, although I regretted not going slower the first time. She deserved so much more than a simple man that was used to dealing with some of the worst people in society.
I wasn’t quite her type. Whatever the fuck that was. But I knew she liked how I made her feel. I knew there was a fire just underneath her controlled emotions and I wanted to set it free.
My hips rocked into her and I felt my cock slide along her tight, wet channel. She moaned, then arched her back as I sucked her bottom lip.
“Owen! Please,” she begged as she tightened her legs around my waist.
I rocked into her harder. “Please what, Maddie?”
“Please make me come.”
I reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit.
“Tell me, Maddie.”
Her head turned from side to side and her hands squeezed my shoulders.
“Please fuck me, Owen.”
My cock jerked, and I growled. Not what I ever expected to hear out of her mouth and it nearly undid me.
I flicked her nub twice then rubbed it as I started thrusting harder. Her pussy squeezed hard on my shaft and her body spasmed.
She let out a scream that was music to my libido.
My hips thrust harder, stretching and burying my cock deep within her.
She was a fucking goddess when she came, and I felt like a god for making it happen. Everything within me that defined my life as a man was suddenly very clear. I was born to make this one woman feel this kind of pleasure.
My cock was more than satisfied as I felt her warmth surround me.
A jolt shot up my legs all the way to my shaft and my stomach clenched when I felt ready to cum. I groaned and thrust hard into her twice as my cock swelled and throbbed.
I claimed her mouth again as I came deep inside her. Her body’s aftershocks milked me, but I kept thrusting. I didn’t want the feeling to end. She cried out, and I felt her pussy squeezing me again.
My hand cupped her breast as she came down. I wanted her to keep feeling the pleasure of our bodies. I wanted it to be memorable.
When she finally looked up at me, her eyes were clouded and hazy.
I rolled her over on top of me and ran my fingers through her long, tangled hair. It fell in waves over my chest.
My eyes drifted shut for a moment before I felt her move.
“Owen?”
“Hmm,” was the only response I could manage.
“Thank you.”
My eyes popped open, and I began to chuckle.
She raised her head up and looked at me with confusion clearly on her face.
“Sweetheart, you just gave me the best fucking gift anyone has ever given me. I should be thanking you.”
“What’s that?” she mumbled and laid her head back on my chest.
I kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back.
“You, love,” I said as I closed my eyes again.
Whether she was willing to say it or not, we had moved way beyond dating at this point. A woman like Madison wouldn’t just give herself to anyone. And the man she just gave herself to was me.
That fiery heart of hers was already mine.
I was smug about it for a moment, then thought about her reaction if she knew I had just tried to get her pregnant. She would definitely not give me the same response.
Or would she?
Her eyes closed as she yawned. My gaze slid to the ring I had given her. She was still wearing it no matter how mad I had made her during the last three weeks.
In the space of an afternoon, she had just become everything to me. Not that she wasn’t three weeks ago.
I wanted to tell her about the new path I had chosen with my job prospects. The steps that were already set in motion before I even packed up the house. It wasn’t the right time, though and I didn’t know how she would react.
The realization that this small woman could bring me to my knees and burn me was humbling. And terrifying.
Fuck it.
No matter what happened, she was mine, and I was on the hunt to make her my wife.
Chapter Thirteen
~Madison~
Waking up beside Owen was surreal. If anyone would have told me last month or the year before, that this particular man was the one that I would have spent the last hour making love to, I would have laughed.
Owen Fleming. Tattooed, pierced, adrenaline junkie.
I yawned as I opened my eyes and found myself still brazenly draped over his solid chest.
The afternoon sun was peeking through the blinds, throwing shafts of light on the sexy, sleeping man beside me.
My decision to have sex with him had been spontaneous in a way. He had stoked the fires of my fantasies and delivered something far more than I had imagined.
I thought through my feelings about it and had no regrets.
He hadn’t called and my anger about it had come more from the disappointment I had felt more than anything. It didn’t matter now.
He sighed in his sleep, as he tightened his arm around me.
His eyes had dark coloring under them, and I remembered how exhausted he'd looked earlier. I wondered if he'd gotten any sleep while moving.
Moved. For me. And quit his job.
I couldn’t imagine him doing anything other than what he'd been doing, though. It concerned me that after he settled in and the weight of his decision hit him he would regret making such a life changing choice.
It was sweet in a way. It wasn’t like I didn’t see his effort for what it was. He had done this to be with me. But a man like Owen would need something else in his life to give him meaning. To define him.
He said he'd gotten into his job because he'd wanted to help protect people, and that seemed like a noble calling, now that I'd thought about it more. It wasn’t the sort of calling that Rachel had every other day to help champion some new cause. It seemed more like a lifelong pursuit to do what he could with the abilities that he had.
He stretched his muscles slightly, and I watched as his eyes opened.
Giving me a small smile, he slipped one of his hands down to my hip and gently rubbed it.
“Hey,” I whispered. “You can keep sleeping if you want.�
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He shook his head. “Things to do. Unpack my things. Scratch that. Clean that house, then unpack my things.”
“How bad is it?”
“Well, considering no one has lived in it for a few years, not so bad. My parents had someone go by and clean it every once in a while. But the flooring probably needs some work. The appliances are from the sixties. The backyard is dead. I think the plumbing may need to be looked at.”
“Oh, that sounds pretty bad.”
He shrugged. “It’s going to be a pain in my ass for a while. I need to contact some local people and get the ball rolling on some renovations.”
I raised up on my elbow to look down at him. “Is it even habitable?”
He chuckled. “Let’s just say, I may need you to check on me every other day to make sure I haven’t died from lead poisoning, fallen through the floor or worse.”
I grimaced. “What’s worse?”
He shivered. “Saw a huge spider in there earlier. I swear to God, Maddie, it was big enough to carry me home and have me for dinner.”
A burst of laughter belted out of me before I could stop myself.
“Oh, my gawd! Are you afraid of spiders? Seriously? The guy that goes chasing after armed bad men through dark alleys, and you’re afraid of spiders?!”
He chuckled and rolled me over on my back as I continued to laugh.
“Laugh it up. Just wait until you run into that damn thing. I seriously thought about putting a leash on it and making it a pet. It was huge.”
My laughter died down the longer he looked at me. He seemed amused, but there was also something else reflected in those green eyes of his.
I bit my lip nervously, unsure of his mood.
“Well,” I said. “I think I might know a few guys that happen to have some side businesses and like to help with that sort of thing.”
“Let me guess. Firemen?”
I nodded and smiled at him. “One thing about firemen, the majority of them need to stay busy to be happy. It’s like having a bunch of A-Type personalities all thrown together in one place. If they get bored, then they get inventive and that’s not exactly a good thing.”
“Like what?”
I thought about all the stories Jason and my dad had told me. “One time, Jason said that they set a guy’s hat on fire because they were playing a prank on him. It wasn’t actually his hat, but it looked like it. He said he pretended to get mad at the man, set it on fire and he flipped. They even poured water in a rookie’s bed once. Goofy stuff.”
His expression was serious when I stopped talking, and I realized I'd just told him a story about Jason.
I opened my mouth, but he cut me off.
“I know you were engaged before. Was that Jason?”
I nodded. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned it. How did you know?”
“Long story. Listen, it doesn’t matter to me if you want to talk about him. I’m okay with that. I just want to know one thing.”
“What?”
He hesitated for a minute. “Are you still hung up on him?”
I thought about my answer for a moment. The memories of Jason would last with me for a lifetime. It wasn’t something I could just burn away and forget. We had shared a lot of experiences together at a vital time in our youth. He had been my best friend in a lot of ways and one I had wanted to spend my life with.
Owen gave me a look and rolled off of me.
I sat up and grabbed his arm. “Owen, look at me.”
“Look, Maddie, I can live with the fact that I wasn’t the first fucking guy in your life. It pisses me off that I wasn’t. I wish I had been. I’m a very possessive man, though. If some prick looks at you the wrong way, I can’t say that I won’t entertain the thought of punching him first and asking questions later. But I can’t do that to a ghost.”
He slid off the bed with a sigh and held his hand out.
“Better get dressed, babe.”
“You have things wrong, Owen. That’s not what I feel about him. Not exactly.”
He looked around on the floor for a moment and found my clothing.
“Owen, look at me.”
He paused for a minute before giving in and meeting my eyes. The look he gave me wouldn’t have seemed any different to anyone else. But having shared what we had and getting to know him intimately, I knew he was hurt.
He shrugged. “It’s okay, Maddie, you don’t have to explain. It doesn’t matter to me if you’re still in love with the fucking guy. But I’m not him. I want to be clear about that. I’m a different kind of man. I think you need to get it in your head right now that I will never be Jason.”
“I don’t want you to be Jason, you idiot! And you can’t tell me that I’m the only woman that you’ve ever cared about in your formidable love life either.”
I yanked my slacks out of his hands and stood up. Fishing some underwear out of my drawer, I put my clothes on hastily as he watched.
Stomping through the house, I went to the bathroom and did my thing. My hair was a disaster, so I brushed it and put it up in a ponytail.
I avoided the bedroom and went to the kitchen in search of some tea. It always settled my moods and was my one comfort food when I was in any kind of emotional state.
The idiot. He didn’t want to hear an explanation. I had just given him my virginity less than an hour prior, and he thought I was still pining after Jason?
What. The. Hell.
I found my cups and tea bags and set them on the counter.
His hand slipped around my waist before I heard him. He spun me around and pressed me against the counter.
When I looked up, he was frowning.
“I’m not good at this, Madison. I’ve never felt that way about another woman. But you are my woman now, and I want you to understand that. Whatever happened in your past, it’s done. I don’t want to sound like an asshole about it. But, I also want to know that I’m not fighting shit I can’t see. That I can’t do anything about.”
I pushed at his chest, but he didn’t budge.
“I’m not hung up on Jason! I wish everyone would stop telling me what I feel or think. Rachel, my dad, half the department. They give me these looks like they pity me. I grieved. I did. For a long time, but I don’t anymore.”
“Okay. Then why haven’t you dated?”
I huffed. “Because I didn’t think I would find the same thing! How utterly stupid of me to think that maybe love only happens once, right? That maybe you only get it once, and that’s it! Your luck in that aspect of your life is over. My dad never remarried so why wouldn’t it be the same for me?!”
He leaned down, and his hand slid up to cup the side of my face.
“You’re not stupid. Don’t ever let me hear you say that again. Not ever. You got that?”
I sighed but nodded.
“I don’t know the right words to tell you, Maddie. The only thing I can fucking do is tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I just—”
I opened my mouth to say something and he put a hand over my lips.
“You know, I thought I wanted to see you all riled up, and pissed at some point, but I changed my mind. Not that it isn’t sexy as fuck when you’re glaring at me and chewing my ass but listen to me for a minute.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
He smirked. “Yeah, sexy as fuck.”
I arched an eyebrow and nipped at his hand.
He growled. “Keep that up, and you’re going to be spending the rest of the night with my dick in you. Seems like you’re sweeter when I’m making you moan.”
My body shivered for a second thinking about that possibility. I felt a warmth across my cheeks and knew I was blushing.
His hand slid back around to my jaw and his thumb gently rubbed my cheek.
“I just wanted to know that we had a chance to make this happen. I’ve seen my brother, Noah, go through an ugly divorce with a woman that wante
d to love multiple men. I’ve seen plenty of fucked up people, doing fucked up things to the people they think they care about. I don’t want that.”
“Me either.”
“Okay. And I wanted to tell you that I’m okay with memories. But I need to be the only man in your life. No one else. Not after what just happened. You gave that to me, and I’m the only man that will ever know you like that.”
I gave him a small frown as it registered to me what he had said. The only man.
“Owen...”
He leaned in and slid his tongue across my lips before pulling my chin down with his thumb. When I opened my mouth, he gave me a hard and deep kiss as he pressed his crotch into me.
I moaned and leaned toward him as he broke off the kiss.
He chuckled. “I want you again right now, but you’re going to be sore. I’m pissed that I fucking hurt you in the first place.”
“I’m not sore,” I lied. I was very sore in places I didn’t know I could be. But I wanted him again too.
He kissed me again and whispered, “Liar.”
His hand slipped up my shirt and under my bra. His fingers teased my nipple and my breath caught in my throat.
The sensation of the rough skin of his palm against my already sensitive breast sent shivers up my back and neck.
He growled. His other hand reached down to lift my leg around his hip. The hard bulge of his cock pressed into me. It brought back memories of seeing him completely naked.
I didn’t have much experience with other men, but his shaft had made me nervous. He was a big guy to me, and for a moment while he was in the bathroom, I had reservations about having sex with him. It just didn’t seem like it would fit anywhere, much less in me.
Now that I knew he would take care of me and make me feel good even with that monster between his legs, I wanted more.
Even with my own personal stimulation, I had never orgasmed as hard or so many times.
He sucked on my bottom lip before leaning back to look at me.
“Hmm, maybe once more,” he said with a smirk. “New position. Bent over. Or maybe strapped to your bed post.”
I swallowed thinking of the images.
“Uhm,” was all I could manage for a reply.
He slid his hand out of my shirt and turned me around to face the counter. His mouth immediately found my neck and I let out a small squeak.
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