Owen

 

Seeing her walk out takes my breath away. She looks stunning and I can’t wait to wrap my arms around her. I told her the other night I’d make her happy, so I wanted to show her I keep my word.

Stepping up to me, I smile and cup her cheek in my hand. “You look beautiful.”

Before she can respond I kiss her, dragging her body close to me. Feeling the soft silk of her dress beneath my hands is such a turn on. My demanding lips on her plump red ones has my pulse racing. I break the kiss though because if I don’t I’m going to end up fucking her in the car right now.

“Ace, I don’t even know what to say about today,” she says, holding onto the lapels of my jacket.

“Did you have fun?”

A huge smile spreads across her face. “I really did. Not gonna lie, it was pretty damn romantic. You’re good, Ace.”

“It’s not over yet,” I say and nod toward the open car door.

She climbs in and I get in behind her. Frank starts driving and I couldn’t be more grateful for all his help today. He’s a good man.

“Where are we going?” Brooke asks, breaking my thoughts.

I reach in my jacket and hand her the last envelope.  

Shaking her head slightly with a grin on her face, she opens it. I watch her face as she reads it. I’m taking her to see Hamilton and out to dinner. It’s nothing huge, and I just took a chance that she hasn’t seen it yet, but I believe it’s something she’d like. I wrote about how I’m looking forward to seeing where this takes us. That I’m grateful she’s giving me a chance and that tonight I will show her how grateful I am.

When she finished, she keeps a hold of it on her lap. “Thank you, Ace,” she says, blinking back tears.

She’s an emotional woman, but it shows how much passion she has for life. I fucking like that about her, hell I like everything about her. There’s never been a woman who was able to make me feel like I do with her. She reminds me that life isn’t always dark, that there is a good. She’s my good.

We take our seats and she is so excited. Holding onto the program in one hand, she reaches for mine with the other. I bring it to my mouth and kiss her palm.

“Have you been to many Broadway shows?” I ask.

“Honestly, this is my first,” she says, shrugging her shoulders, causing the thin strap of her dress to slip down.

Damn. I like that I’m giving her something for the first time. “You’ll love it.”

“Have you been to many?” she asks.

“Yeah, I have. Especially when I was a kid. My parents used to take me often. I’ve brought a few potential clients in the last year.”

She doesn’t say anything, just nods her head. I never talk about my parents, that is something I shut down immediately. With Brooke though, it’s different. I’ve given her a lot about them.

Throughout the play I watch her. She’s memorized, so into everything that is happening. I noticed a few times she would move slightly like she was dancing with them. So when it’s over I’m not surprised she’s one of the first people on her feet applauding. Grinning, I stand up too.

Hand and hand we leave. “That was amazing. I mean I always thought it would be, but seeing it for myself, wow. The talent is incredible. The music and dancing, it was hard to sit still,” she says laughing.

“I noticed, blue eyes,” I say. “You ready eat?”

Leaning over she kisses my cheek. Her curled brown hair falling into her face. “I’m ready for anything.”

Fuck, I’m ready to take her home and have her screaming my name. Which sounds much better than going to eat. So when we get into the car, I push my hands into her hair, holding it back. Sucking on the delicate skin below her ear, she lets out a soft moan.

“How about a little change of plans?” I whisper, nipping her ear.

“Okay.”

Moving my hand to her leg, I slide it against the silk fabric up to her inner thigh. Rubbing her pussy through the dress, I suck on her neck. “Good.”

Pulling back, I tell Frank the change of plans. We need to grab something to eat because I don’t intend on letting her out of my bed. We park in front of one of the best burger places I know, I grab Brooke’s hand.

“Burgers?” she asks, laughing.

“We’ll get them to go,” I say, laughing with her as I help her out of the car.

Once we have our food, we climb back into the car and I hand her, her burger. Keeping the fries in the bag, I place it between us.

“Definitely not where I thought we’d be eating,” she says, taking a bite.

Grabbing a napkin, I wipe the ketchup at the corner of her mouth. “Me either, but damn it’s good.”

By the time we reach my place, we’ve finished eating. She told me it was even better than going out to dinner. It made her feel like a teenager grabbing food while driving around. It’s this, this relaxed fun that I crave with her. She doesn’t like me because of my money, she likes me in spite of it.

Thanking Frank for everything he did today, we head up to my penthouse. My hand is resting on her tight ass as we ride the elevator and my cock is already hard just thinking of fucking her. When I grab onto it she looks over at me.

“Brooke, I just want to make something clear. I don’t share. If you’re with me, you’re with me. Got it?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Nodding her head, I can see the lust in her clear eyes. “Got it.”

Just as she says it the doors open and I push her against the wall, crashing my mouth to hers. Pushing my leg between hers, I run my hands roughly up and down her sexy body. She drops her head back as I kiss and suck my way down her neck. By the time I reach her tits I can see her hard nipples poking out of her dress. I bite them through the dress and she rubs her pussy on my leg.

Slipping my fingers into the thin straps holding up her dress, I slide them down her arms, letting it pool at her feet. She is standing before me in heels and panties. She’s never looked so sexy before and I can’t wait. I need to feel her wrapped around my cock.

Stepping back, she has her eyes closed. “Brooke, look at me,” I demand.

She does and I begin to undress. She steps forward to help, but I tell her no she’s going to watch. I take everything off slowly, dragging it out. Teasing her. I slowly unbutton my shirt and she begins to massage her tits. Fuck it’s hot. I get out of my shirt and move down to my pants. Unbuckling my belt, I pull it off and lightly whip her thigh with it.

“Oh God,” she moans out.

Letting my pants slide down my legs, I kick them out of the way. I’m down to just my boxers, and I move to her still holding the belt. “How wet is that pussy?” Pushing my hand inside her panties I run my fingers through her wetness. “Fuck blue eyes, you’re dripping.”

“I know,” she breathes out.

I remove her panties and my boxers, but keep her heels on. Lifting her, I sit her on the counter. I run my hands down her arms until I reach her hands. I hold them behind her back and  wrap the belt around them and tie it tight.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I hiss, biting down on her tits.

She does and her heels are digging into my ass. Pushing her back so she’s down on the counter, hands behind her, I grab onto her ass as it comes off. I quickly roll on a condom and slam into her. She’s at my mercy and I fucking love it.

I don’t slow my pace. Pounding her wet cunt, my fingers dig into her. Her tits are bouncing from the force and I reach up smacking them.

“Oh fuck,” she moans out.

“So fucking hot. Do you want to touch me?” I ask.

Lifting her head slightly, her lust filled eyes crash into mine. “Yes, fuck yes.”

“Damn shame you can’t,” I say, running my hand up and down her body.

Smacking her tits a few more times until they are both pink, I dig my fingers into her ass. She’s mine now and I’m fucking claiming her. Listening to her moans of pleasure echo around us while I drill into her. She’s gripping me just right, making it feel fucking incredible.

“Fuck, please Owen,” she begs. Fuck her begging is insanely hot.

“What do you want?”

“To touch you, to come, to feel it all,” she groans out.

Picking up my speed, I push her legs further apart and watch my cock drag in and out of her. “Feel me, I’m right here. Feel me and come on me. You can touch me after,” I say.

“Fuck,” she yells when I rub her clit. “I’m so close.”

Pumping into her a few more times, I feel her tighten and I know she’s going to come. She doesn’t disappoint and I watch her body lift off the counter as it rips through her. I follow right behind her, sinking my fingers hard into her flesh as my release tears me in half.

When we’re both done, I pull her up and kiss her. Wrapping my arms around her, I untie the belt and her nails sink into my shoulders. Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead on hers.

“You’re mine, Brooke,” I pant out.

“And you’re mine, Owen.”

I take her to bed and we lay wrapped around each other, completely sated. Being with her brings me complete happiness. She’s managed to get into my heart, making me feel things I’d only ever heard about. It reminds me of my parents relationship.

Kissing her silky shoulder, the words just pour out of me. “I lost both of my parents,” I whisper.

Lifting her head slightly, her brilliant eyes bounce back and forth. “Oh Owen, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” She wraps her naked body around mine and tightly holds on.

“Of course you had no idea, why would you? It’s not something I talk about. It’s too painful. But this thing with you, it’s so much like their relationship. The way they found humor in everything and teased each other. The stolen glances and light touches. I shared a wall, I know they were very happy,” I say, laughing.

“Sounds like they had an amazing relationship, Ace. Do you want to talk about what happened? You don’t need to, I’m just saying if you want to I’ll listen,” she says, against my chest.

It’s burning in my chest, trying to claw it’s way out. It’s something no one knows, but I’m aching to tell her. To have her know me completely. Hiding nothing from her.

My pulse is racing as I hold onto her a bit tighter. “My mom had cancer and lost the fight, because she was fighting so hard to save my father.” I take a breath, because I’ve never said it to anyone other than my lawyer.

“What happened?” she whispers, trailing her fingers lightly up and down my arm.

“He was falsely accused of money laundering and bad business deals, which he had nothing to do with. His business partner set him up. My dad was arrested and spent the rest of his life in jail, where he died because of a heart condition they never detected. I spent some time on the streets fighting for my life, until my luck finally changed,” I confess, shaking with emotion. My voice is breaking trying to choke back the tears. I feel her tears on my chest and I wrap myself tighter around her.

“Owen, I’m so sorry you had to go through that. My heart is breaking for you and for them,” she says, crying.

“Don’t cry for me. It’s taken most of my adult life, but I finally have what I need to prove my dad’s innocence and take his partner down. Pete McCoy won’t see me coming,” I say, smiling. She tenses in my arms and I swear I hear her gasp. “Hey, what is it?”

“Nothing, I’m just so sorry Owen. More sorry than you could even imagine.”