How could this be one of the worst nights of my life and the best at the same time? I lost Isaac but Owen—the sexy and understanding man made me feel so hopeful. That life isn't just about being an outlaw. It could be so much more. I just needed to trust him and follow his lead.
“Only if you take one with me.” I latched onto him and pulled Owen to me. His lips tasted like candy and I couldn't let go, not even to breathe.
I craned his neck to the side, revealing his bare and sensitive skin. I sucked on him, nibbling and love-biting. I looked at his backside in the bathroom mirror, mesmerized by his nice ass in boxers. I reached down and squeezed each cheek hard.
Owen jumped at the pain and scoffed. I loved it when he was playfully mad at me. I escaped into the tall shower and closed the steamy door, shutting Owen out. The hot water hit my head and cascaded down my body, warming me all over. I closed my eyes and let it wash away all the pain.
Owen knocked at the shower door. I could only see a naked silhouette of him through the fog. “Mr. King, the doctor is here to see you now.”
I opened the door. “It's about time. I need my annual checkup.”
Owen bounced into the shower, closing his eyes and soaking her blonde hair. His hands caressed my body, moving from my chest down my happy trail. “There's seems to be a problem down here.”
I gasped. “What could it be, Doctor Holmes?”
“You're abnormally thick and long,” he replied, gripping my erection. “We need to release the pressure immediately.”
I nodded and bit my lower lip as he deftly stroked me. He was so good at this—too good at this. The pleasure was building more and more. I didn't want to come yet. It wasn't time yet. Owen kissed me and forced his tongue into my mouth. I had to snatch his hand away from my manliness before it was too late.
I took a deep breath and refocused my energy. It was his turn to feel the unrelenting ecstasy. I stuck my index finger into Owen's mouth and he sucked on me hard.
“I'm so ready for you,” Owen murmured.
I moved my hand and grazed his hard cock. Owen moaned as I gripped his length. He was so thick that it was almost too easy. He collapsed against me, holding onto me tight. I kissed him hard as I stroked him harder and harder
“That feels so good, Ares. Please don't stop,” Owen yelled.
His body reacted with a spasm every time I squeezed. I could feel him become engorged. He was close. I curled my fingers and stroked faster. Owen opened his mouth and let out a groan, his body quivering all over.
The sight of him coming almost made me climax too soon. I spun him around and pinned Owen against the shower door. The water from the shower hit the top of his back and ran down his spine. He pushed out his ass until he met my erection. I was pressed right in between his ass cheeks and Owen rubbed me up and down.
“I'm going to have you now,” I whispered. Owen's hands moved to the top of the shower door to hang on. I slowly thrust into him, stretching and filling him. My fingers gripped onto his hips as I eased my way in and out. Over and over again, I drilled my way inside him and Owen moaned at the top of his lungs. My hips moved to the beat of my heart.
“Harder, Ares,” he commanded.
I pounded him against the shower door. “I'm close,” I warned Owen.
“Wait for me,” he begged. I used every ounce of power to hold my orgasm at bay.
Owen came around me, almost bucking me off her, and I finally found my sweet release. “Oh Owen,” I moaned.
We fell to the shower floor in a sweaty and wet mess. “I never knew sex could be so good,” I said, chuckling to myself.
“'Me either. My orgasms are like nuclear bombs going off inside me. I don't think I'm going to be able to walk for days.”
I collected Owen in my arms and laid him against me. My heart was beating so fast against his back. No man had ever made me feel this way. “Do you ever get scared when you operate on someone?” I asked.
“What made you think of that?” he replied, looked back at me.
I shrugged. “Just curious I guess. I've never really been with a doctor before.”
“The key to keeping calm is knowing how to control your fear. You must have some idea of the concept whenever you're in gunfight. When I was nine years old, my family went on a vacation to the Grand Canyon. It wasn't so much a vacation as it was a way for my father to educate us more. Anyways while I was admiring the massiveness of the canyon, I felt something on my foot. I looked down to see a black scorpion crawling across my sandal.”
“Holy shit, that would have freaked me the fuck out.”
Owen nodded. “I wanted to kick it away and run for the hills. But my dad noticed me and screamed to stay frozen. The scorpion stayed put and didn't move. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and my dad made me breathe in and out slowly. The fear slowly subsided and the scorpion moved along after a few moments. If my dad wasn't there, I would've tried to fling him off and I surely would've been stung. Now whenever something goes wrong in the operating room, I just remember to breathe until the fear goes away. Nothing could be scarier than a scorpion about to strike.”
I shivered. “I hate bugs. I would have kicked it away no matter what.”
“I can't imagine you hating bugs.” Owen laughed, pointing at my tattoo.
“Silly man, that isn't real. But if an actual Devil's Hellions was around, I'd already be out of the apartment.”
Owen patted my leg. “Don't worry, Ares, I'll protect you.”
I sneaked my hands under his armpits and tickled him until he apologized.
After we both calmed down, I looked at my fingers. “Might be time to get out now, I'm all pruned.”
Owen wrapped my arms around him. “But it feels so nice in here.”
I smiled and raked my fingers through his hair. I never wanted to leave. Owen was someone I could actually commit to. A man who was my equal. Someone I could love.