Page 35 of Fragile Hearts (Hibiscus Hearts #3)

There is no doubt in my mind that Owen Sinclair is perfection.

I am wholly and completely his, but in this moment, the calm of our life together washing over me, it feels different.

More intimate, intense and all-consuming.

It’s something I never thought I would want, but now I can’t live without it.

He’s changed my life. Teaching me to stand up for myself, to advocate for what I need, and to never settle for something that doesn’t feel right.

Owen feels right.

He feels like forever.

The barrier between us all those months ago is long gone, and I’m eternally grateful that he never gave up, seeing something in me that I didn’t even see in myself.

It’s because of him that I’m the person I am now, with a newfound confidence and an outlook that doesn’t just involve making it out of poverty. I have a future and a person I can’t wait to experience all that it has to offer with.

His deep green eyes hold mine, waiting for me to do what he’s just asked. I’m not one to turn down his offer, but I wait, grinding my hips against his already hard dick, my wetness coating him instantly.

“Babe, you’re torturing me,” Owen growls, his gaze turning almost feral. “I want your pretty little pussy right here.” Tapping his lips, I smile, letting out a giggle at his forwardness and the dirtiness of his words.

They send a jolt of electricity straight between my thighs, and I shift against him, seeking the friction my body needs.

“Tell me you’re dripping for me and only me.” His fingers snake down my body, slipping between us, and I love that we haven’t slept clothed since this whole thing between us started.

Our naked bodies begin to heat up, our breathing growing labored at the idea of what’s to come. A moan falls from my lips when his finger glides slowly through my wetness.

White-hot heat burns through my veins, my skin hypersensitive everywhere he touches, and as his fingers slide languidly through my slick flesh, I find myself begging.

“I need…” I pant, my breath coming hard and fast.

“Tell me what you need, Sloane. Tell me.” His tone is deep with command, and he cups my pussy, his palm pressing against my clit.

The moan that falls from my lips is desperate and loud, filling the quiet space of our bedroom.

“Do you want my fingers? Do you need me to fill your needy little pussy?”

Holy shit.

I can’t even handle how filthy his mouth is, and my legs shake with desire and need.

He doesn’t give me a chance to answer, sliding down beneath me until his mouth is lined up with my center, his hands gripping my thighs.

“Ride my face, sweets. Come for me,” he breathes against my wetness, the air a cold contrast to the warmth of my body, and I shudder at the feeling.

He plunges his finger inside me, his mouth sucking, his tongue lapping at me like a man starved. Everything about it is erotic and sexual and amazing.

My head falls back, moaning in time with his movements, and I feel him smile against me, loving that I’m like this only for him.

He sucks hard one last time, slipping a second finger inside me, hooking it in exactly the right spot, and that’s all it takes for me to come.

“That’s my good girl,” Owen praises as my thighs tremble, my walls clenching around him as I come completely undone.

I collapse against his face, my breathing hard and fast as I come down from the power of my orgasm.

Lifting myself off him, I glide down his body. A body that is a literal work of art, and I’ll never tire of seeing him, of getting to explore every inch of him.

All broad shoulders from years of surfing, chiseled abs that lead to the most perfect cock in the world. Thick and velvety soft and hard as steel, so big that at times I wonder how my body can take it, but desperation takes over, and he fills me like he was made for my body.

“Your turn,” I murmur against his lips, my tongue trailing along, tasting myself on him. “Tell me what you want. How do you want me?” The words come out low and sensual, still breathless.

“Such an offer.” Owen’s brows rise, his green eyes flaring with all the possibilities, and I love letting him have his way with my body. Trusting him completely and wholly. “On all fours,” he demands, and I move off him slowly, doing what he asks, my ass in the air as he fits himself behind me.

With a shove of his knee, he widens my legs, and when I look over my shoulder, his eyes are fierce, taking me in. Seeing all the want in him has my pussy dripping, the wetness coating my thighs.

“Hard and fast, sweets,” Owen growls, thrusting inside me in one quick movement.

My eyes close, taking in the fullness of him. My cheek falls to the bed, my hands gripping the sheets. He’s unrelenting, pounding into me hard and fast, deeper with each thrust, bottoming out, and I moan with each movement.

“I love watching you take my cock, watching your wetness cover it as I pound into you,” Owen hisses through clenched teeth, and I feel my walls tightening around him.

I whimper, nearly exhausted, but when his fingers find my clit, pinching it, my back arches as pleasure shoots through me.

“Owen,” I call out, and with one more greedy thrust, he comes undone, coming with me.

His forehead drops to my back, and I feel the hard puff of his breath, but when I try to move, he holds me in place. The tightness of his hands cut into my hips, his fingers digging in, willing me not to move, and I give in to his silent command.

With my ass still in the air, he pulls himself from my body and sits back on his heels. I can’t help but look over my shoulder, watching him as he watches me.

I feel him leak from my body, running down my thighs as he lets out a strained hard exhale, and I know he loves what he sees.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his fingers toying with our combined wetness, and I grow desperate, the words leaving my lips without giving them a second thought.

“Tell me what it looks like,” I whisper seductively, and I have no idea who this girl is, but I fucking love her and who she is with Owen.

“Babe,” Owen moans, my lips parted, my breathing labored as I look at him. “There’s nothing more beautiful than watching my cum seep from your tight little pussy. All milky white and messy, us mixing together.”

There’s a possessiveness, a need to claim me, to mark me, and I’m fucking obsessed with it.

His eyes flare, his pupils dark as his fingers continue to explore, and when his fingers brush my clit, slick and soft, I let out a low moan.

“Put more inside me,” I tell him, my words almost a harsh demand. “Fill me up.”

I wake the next morning with a delicious ache between my legs, Owen’s release still sticky on my thighs, and we’re going to need to change the sheets. We both collapsed last night, unconcerned with the mess, exhausted and sated in the best possible way.

Slipping from the bed without waking him, I grab some clothes off the floor and make my way into the kitchen with Mochi following behind me.

Good thing he’s a tiny little thing, making hardly any noise when he moves. The only sounds are his little claws tapping against the wood floor.

I smile down at him as I fill his bowl with food and change his water.

“You coming with me to get something for Daddy?” I ask Mochi, giggling at calling Owen “Daddy”, but Mochi doesn’t seem to care, doing a little spin move at my words.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I respond, talking to our little fluffer as if he’s a person, and I guess in a way, he is our baby. Our first baby.

Scooping Mochi up, I tuck him under my arm, grab my purse and slip on a pair of flip flops as I head out the door.

We’ve stopped setting the alarm since my mom’s arrest, and it feels good, a level of safety and comfort that has returned to our house.

Dropping Mochi in the passenger seat of Owen’s big SUV, I climb into the driver’s side and head over to Nate and Sage’s place.

I still can’t believe I was able to keep this a secret from Owen, but even more than that, that Nate was able to finish so quickly. He said it was one of the easiest pieces he’s ever done, despite it being the biggest.

Nearly six feet wide, it’s massive, but it’s the perfect size for over our king-size bed. The wall above it is blank, indicating that Owen was a bachelor before I moved in.

Living with his cousin Eli before he went to Oahu didn’t do that house any good. While it’s gorgeous and the finishes are pure perfection, it’s basically bare of anything that shows who lives there. They even turned one of the bedrooms into a home gym.

A typical guy retreat.

And I can only hope that Owen doesn’t think this is too forward, too girly, too much. He said it’s our home, and this, to me, shows him exactly how I feel about that.

Pulling in around back of The Pipe Dream, Nate is waiting for me outside the garage. He’s turned it into his studio, doing most of his designs out of it, the walls covered in his art.

With all the land, they’re actually building him a studio, but it won’t be finished for a bit, and for now, the garage seems to work.

“Hey,” Nate says when I walk up. “Sage is still sleeping, and obviously, those two are too.” He laughs, pointing to the guest house where Flynn and Alana now live.

“Funny, isn’t it? Normally we’re all up early to catch some waves, but it seems it was a good night for all of us.”

Nate lets out a chuckle. “It certainly was.”

Following him into the garage, I notice the painting is covered up with a huge canvas tarp, and he motions to it, a gleam of pride in his eyes.

“Kept it covered because I wanted you to be the first to see it,” he tells me. “Wouldn’t even let Sage in here.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that. I want it to be something just for us, and that helps,” I respond, knowing people will eventually see it if they come in our bedroom, but for now, it’s just for us.

“You ready?” Nate asks me, standing with his hand poised and ready to remove the tarp.

“Go for it.”