Owen

 

Brooke falls to the bed and I go down with her. Not wanting to keep my weight on her, I sit up and get rid of the condom before I lay down next to her. Turning onto her side to face me, I push her hair off her face and grin. Fucking her was more than I thought it would be, but exactly what I needed. I feel relaxed for the first time in weeks and she’s the damn reason.

“Wow,” she whispers.

Chuckling, I lean in to kiss her soft lips. “You have a way with words, blue eyes.”

She smiles and fuck if my pulse doesn't pick up. “You have a way with a lot of things, Ace.”

“You’re already in my bed, you don’t need to sweet talk me,” I say with a wink.

“I don’t sweet talk a sure thing don’t worry.” She links our fingers together and I’m actually surprised. Searching my eyes for a minute, she doesn’t say anything, but I can tell she wants to. “I..umm...I...I had a great night.”

“Yeah I take it back. You definitely don’t have a way with words.” We both laugh and I kiss her forehead. “What were you really going to say?”

She opens her mouth, but replaces it with a smile. “Nothing, just really tired.”

I don’t believe her for a second, but I also know what it’s like to not want to talk about something. So even though I want to push her, especially in this sated state, I won’t. “Stay the night, I’ll make you breakfast.”

“You cook?” she asks, shifting a little closer.

“You really think I’m an entitled prick, huh?”

She drops her eyes for a second before glancing back up. “Well, yeah.”

“Get some sleep, blue eyes.” I kiss her forehead again and when I pull back her eyes are already closing.

Laying there, I watch her sleep. The way her mouth is slightly parted, her hair is framing her face, and her chest moving with each breath she takes. She looks so peaceful, like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Like her entire world isn’t spinning out of control.

A piece of hair falls across her face and I carefully push it out of the way. Turning onto my back I stare at the ceiling thinking of that email I got this morning. Everything that Brooke chased away is rushing back and I need to get a handle on it.

Slipping out of bed, I pull on my boxers and grab my phone. I fix the covers around Brooke and quietly sneak out of the room. Getting into my office, I flip the lights on and fire up the computer. I open up the email from earlier, I read through it again. When I read the end I pull up the only name I trust on my phone and hit call.

“Hey,” I say.

“It’s late,” he replies.

“I need to set the wheels in motion for this,” I say, looking at the email.

“You sure this is something you want to do?”

“No, this is something I need to do. I want copies of everything kept somewhere safe. The sooner the better.”

He’s quiet for a minute before I hear the keys of his computer. “Owen, as your lawyer I’m going to advise you that I don’t think this is a good idea. You wanted the truth and now you have it. In my personal opinion I’m telling you to let it go.”

“I’m not asking for your personal opinion. And I sure of fuck don’t pay you for it. This is happening with or without your help,” I yell.

“Hey, you alright?”

Startled by the sound of her voice, I quickly turn off the computer, as my lawyer is yelling in my ear. “Gotta go.” Ending the call, I toss my phone on the desk. “Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you,” I say, standing up.

She steps into the office, completely naked, with just the sheet from my bed wrapped around her. “You didn’t wake me, but I’m glad I woke up. You want to talk about it?”

“Come here,” I say, holding my hand out to her. She places hers in it and I pull her to me. Lifting her, I sit her on the desk and run my hands up and down her arms. “I like you wrapped in my sheets.” Stepping between her legs, I can feel my cock getting hard.

“They’re nice sheets,” she says with a small grin.

Kissing down her neck, I pull the sheet away from her body. “You look even better out of them,” I whisper. Taking a step back, I pull my boxers off and grab a condom out of my desk drawer. I drag her to the edge of the desk, I don’t even give her a warning, I just slam into her.  I need these demons out of me and fucking Brooke is the only way.  

She arches her back, letting out a loud scream. I dig my fingers into her hips as I pound her. Her wet pussy feels like fucking heaven wrapped around my cock. She’s just tight enough to squeeze me without making me come on the spot. Leaning forward, I suck her nipple in my mouth, sucking and biting like a man possessed.

“Fuck,” she moans out, digging her nails into my shoulders.

“Oh yeah, fucking scratch me,” I groan.

I bite down on her nipple. She moves her hands to my back, sinking her nails in, and dragging them across my back. The pain turns me on more and I sink my teeth into her neck. The harder she scratches me, the harder I bite her.

The sound of my cock pounding into her wet pussy echoes around us. I can’t slow my pace, it’s impossible. I want to cause her pain. I want a reminder of where my cock was when she sits down. I want her to look at my marks and know that even if only for a moment she was mine.

“I’m so close, Owen,” she shouts.

Hearing my name fall from her lips is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. “Fuck, Brooke, come on me. I want to feel it.”

She continues to scratch my back as I fuck her hard and fast. I focus on her head dropping back and her tits pushing forward. Her pussy is gripping me tighter and I know she’s gonna come. So fucking hot. I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb, never slowing my pace.

“Owen,” she moans out.

She clamps around my cock as her release crashes over her. I keep it going, feeling mine rushing up on me. I follow right behind her, feeling complete relief.

I kiss her, letting my hands wrap in her hair. “So good,” I whisper.

Searching my eyes she smiles. “You have a way with words, Ace.”

We both laugh and it’s unbelievable considering how I felt before she walked into the office. “Come on blue eyes, let’s get some sleep.” I carry her back to my bed and this time, I stay.

 

**

 

As always, I wake up before the sun is shining. The only difference this time is Brooke is in my arms. I tighten my hold for a second before pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Getting out of bed, I take a quick shower before going to the kitchen to make her the breakfast I promised.

While cooking, I glance behind me to make sure she’s not coming. When I see she’s not, I quickly call my lawyer.

“Fuck Owen, you need to learn how to sleep,” he mumbles.

“Can’t get shit done while I’m asleep, Jerry,” I reply, flipping the pancakes.

“You hung up in a hurry last night,” he says.

“Not your business. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page here.”

Hearing a door close, he finally speaks. “Reluctantly, but yes.”

“All I need. Get the ball rolling and I’ll talk to you soon,” I say, hanging up.

I’m not willing to have Brooke catch me in mid conversation again. She’s much too good to be touched by anything dark. Even if this is finally the light at the end of a very long, dark tunnel.