Page 33 of Owen (Blue Team #1)

“Tip your ass, Natasha.”

“God,” she moaned and did as I asked, giving my fingers better access to play between her legs.

Nat was facing away from me, hands to the tile wall. Hot water pounded on my back, steam roiled around us, my rock-hard erection trapped against her now tipped-back ass, two fingers in her drenched pussy.

Not even five minutes ago I’d blown down her throat.

That was after she’d sucked me off in what had to be the best blow job I’d ever had.

What she lacked in experience and skill she made up for in eagerness.

The woman worked my cock like it was her sole mission in life to bring me to my knees.

And every sexy noise moaned around my cock, every lick, every bob of her head had been so hot, she accomplished her mission in record time.

In the last three days, I’d had Natasha in a variety of ways, countless orgasms given and nearly as many taken.

That was, I’d been giving them and when she looked happy and satisfied I’d taken mine.

From the first time we’d made love to when she’d dropped to her knees ten minutes ago and given me world-class head there hadn’t been a moment of hesitation.

She trusted me—simple as that. And I took great pains to make sure she knew no matter how hard I took her, how dirty the words were I whispered in her ear, I knew her body was a gift and it was a gift I cherished.

But just to say, my girl liked dirty. The filthier I talked the harder she came.

But this morning Nat had woken up in a certain mood. She’d felt like giving, and I’d gladly taken her up on what she was offering and got off in a huge way. Now it was my turn to return the favor.

“Soaked,” I told her as I pulled my fingers from her pussy and dragged them up to her clit. “Tell me, baby, what has your pussy so wet? My fingers? Or was it my cock in your mouth?”

“You in my mouth,” she moaned and I circled her clit harder.

“Mm,” I hummed against the back of her neck. “You like sucking my cock?”

She nodded and said, “I liked you watching me while I was sucking your cock.”

Sweet fuck.

I dipped my knees, lined my cock up, and drilled inside. Nat’s head flew back against my shoulder and she pushed back to take my pounding.

“Harder,” Nat gasped. She slid her hands wider and locked her elbows.

“So fucking sweet, baby.”

“Harder, Owen.”

“Not yet, Nat.”

“Need you harder.”

I dropped my face to her neck and breathed deep.

The smell of jasmine and lemon filled my nostrils, a scent I never would’ve had a mind to pay attention to, a scent that now turned me on to such a degree I lost my mind at the barest hint of it.

I let my teeth graze the spot under her ear that I knew she liked, and just as I knew she would, a low keening moan echoed.

“You want my mark on your neck, Nat?”

“You know I do.”

Yeah, I knew she did. Every time I was inside of her she offered me her neck, and the one time I hadn’t sunk my teeth into her tendon there, she’d pouted the rest of the night.

Fuck, yeah, my girl liked my teeth, but more, liked seeing the mark.

I knew because I caught her staring at herself in the mirror touching it.

But I also knew because Nat straight out told me she liked it.

She couldn’t explain why, but she liked knowing I gave it to her.

And like with everything else, I gave Nat what she wanted.

“Earn it, baby.”

She righted her head and tilted it to the side until she caught my eyes and slowly smiled.

“Earn it?” she asked like she liked the idea.

Sweet, Jesus.

“Yeah, baby, I want you to earn it.”

Her beautiful smile which told me she was happy, really fucking happy, turned deliciously wicked.

Oh, yeah.

Fuck, yeah.

Natasha got off on playing. Which got me off in a big way. So big I was a hell of a lot closer than she was. And that was a problem but one I could easily rectify.

I slowed my thrusts, moved my hand from the hip I was gripping, and cupped her full breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers, pinching until I heard Nat’s groan.

“You play dirty,” she complained.

“You like it dirty.”

“You do, too.” And before I could confirm I did indeed like sex dirty she’d removed a hand off the wall, bent forward, reached between us, and cupped my balls.

“Baby,” I growled and pulled her nipple .

“You wanna play, honey?” she asked in a mock sweet voice. “Then we’ll play,” she finished.

Not verbally but physically.

After that, I was a fucking goner. She tipped her ass higher, slammed back into me harder, and at the same time massaged my balls. Natasha was not gentle in her ministrations. She tugged and rolled and the tighter she cupped me the harder I drove in.

Jesus, fuck she was magnificent.

“Gonna blow, Nat, move your hand.”

“Do it.”

“Move your hand.”

“Earning,” she puffed out. “My mark.”

Christ.

I lowered my mouth back to her neck and gave her the edge of my teeth and her pussy convulsed.

Thank Christ.

“Do you know how good your pussy feels, Nat?” She shook her head and I smiled against her skin. “You’re tight and warm and smooth inside.”

“Oh, God,” she panted and reared back reaching for her orgasm.

There it was. My girl, she liked dirty. I’d never tested it but I would as soon as we were home—I was certain I could get her off just by talking to her.

“Love the way your pussy clenches my cock. Fucking love how you feel bare, sleek, and hot and so fucking wet. Love watching my cock dip in and come out coated in you.”

“Owen,” she cried out right before she lost her hold on my balls. Her rhythm turned wild, and her body locked.

“Fucking hell, baby.”

I slammed in deep, closed my eyes, my teeth sunk into Nat’s neck, and blinding, white-hot pleasure exploded. The sound of Nat whimpering pulled me from my trance and I immediately released my teeth .

“Fucking shit, baby.”

“Yeah, you can say that again,” she muttered and reached up to hold my arm across her chest, anchoring her close.

I slowly glided, letting the phenomenal orgasm wane while contemplating the fact that after Nat had drained me dry twice in back-to-back sessions my cock was still rock-hard and ready to go again, something that had not happened ever in my life.

Not the back-to-back sessions, but my cock not softening a touch before I wanted more.

Such was Natasha. I’d always wanted more, but since she’d opened up that feeling was relentless.

Top to toe beautiful, and wild as all fuck in bed—out of bed it was amazing to watch her come into herself.

Now that she wasn’t hiding and the real her was on full display, she had Kevin, Gabe, and Myles eating out of the palm of her hand.

She had me wrapped around her finger. She was funny and had no issue making fun of herself.

She was giving to the point she was spoiling my teammates.

She was smart, and in the days since she’d laid it out first to us then to Tex and Cruz, at her request she’d talked to Zane and given him the locations of Wilco’s stable.

Something else notable was she had not called Wilco Pollaski her uncle. She called him by his first name. The change was blatant, she’d made the decision to completely separate herself. Once she’d fully committed to putting Sarah behind her she’d blossomed.

It was beautiful.

All of it.

And as much as I wanted to take her again, we needed to get out of the rapidly cooling shower and get on with our day.

“Baby?”

“Hm,” Nat hummed and I smiled.

“Got stuff on today,” I reminded her. “We need to get out.”

“’Kay. ”

“You good?”

“No. I’m great,” she sighed and her languid body sagged more.

I slowly pulled out, savoring the last drag of my cock through her wet, tight heat. Once I was free I turned her in my arms and her chin tipped up and I caught her eyes.

“Beautiful,” I murmured before I dropped my lips to hers.

“Funny, I was going to say the same thing,” she said against my lips. “Don’t know how I got so lucky, just know that I am.”

Fuck, she was killing me. This was something new, too—in the last few days she’d stopped hiding.

In other words, she found every available opportunity to tell me how she felt about me, about us being together, and about our future.

Not only with words, though she was using them abundantly now, but in everything she did.

And every time she did it scored a path of fire through my chest. A burn I lived for.

“I think I’m the lucky one.”

I felt her lips smile against mine, then she pulled back and looked up at me. Happy. That was all I could think, she looked happy.

“That’s part of what makes me so lucky. That and you’re totally hot, you’re sweet, you let me be me, you’re protective and bossy, and you get growly which totally turns me on, you’re great in bed, and you take care of me.

You’re so-so in the kitchen, but I figure if that’s your only flaw I can live with that. ”

“You think I’m great in bed?” Natasha’s brow raised in the perfect ‘don’t be a dumbass’ look. What she didn’t do was answer. “You think I’m hot?”

“You know you’re all that,” she sassed.

“What about the chips? Am I all that and a bag of chips?”

Her lips twisted into an adorable smirk before she returned, “Hm…I don’t know about the chips.”

“You don’t know? ”

Nat shrugged. The exaggerated movement meant her bare, wet tits brushed my chest and my cock twitched between us.

That got me an eye flare and smile.

“You think my cooking’s so-so?” I moved on.

“Unlike your other skills, honey, your cooking leaves something to be desired.”

“Right.” I chuckled.

“Though if I had to choose, I’d pick your overcooked soft noodles over the alternative.”

“Right,” I snickered.

“I love you, Owen,” she whispered.

My heart thudded in my chest and that burn started. I buried my face in her neck and rubbed my lips over my mark.

“Love you, baby.”

“This lasts much longer I’m getting a hotel,” Gabe groused.

I hid my smile by taking a long pull from my bottle of water.

“Not even ten minutes of hot water left,” he continued.

I bet there wasn’t.

“I see you’re amused.”

I lowered the bottle and stopped hiding my grin.

“Yep.”

“Bastard,” he mumbled and walked away.

The shake of my friend’s head and his smile took the heat out of his insult.

Kevin walked in from outside, his face like thunder, and I braced.

“It fucks me to say this,” Kevin started.

“Say it,” I invited .

The front door swung open and Myles came bounding in with a deep scowl.

“You tell him?” Myles barked.

I looked back at Kevin and caught him shaking his head.

“Tell me what?”

“Gabe!” Myles bellowed.

“Fucking, hell, what’s going on?”

“What the fuck?” Gabe clipped as he came back into the living room.

I heard the footsteps coming down the stairs and looked over just in time to see a pale-faced Natasha jump over the last two steps. Her panic-filled eyes hit mine and I wanted to throat punch Myles for scaring her.

Then Myles laid it out and he didn’t go gentle, each word he spoke sliced through me but what’s more, it shredded Natasha.

“Eva’s been in an accident. Elijah’s been flown to Shock Trauma, Liam’s in the back of an ambulance, and Eva’s being transported behind him.”

“Fuck,” Gabe snarled. “The others?”

“On lockdown. Zane’s moving them to a secure location as we speak,” Kevin announced.

“Where was the team? I thought they all had guards?” I asked.

Myles’s scowl deepened and his face turned a frightening shade of red when he said, “Someone hit the office, Thad’s house, and Leo’s house at the same time.

Leo caught the guy, Jaxon went to Leo’s to assist. Linc, Zane, and Wolf went to the office.

Kyle and Abe went to Thad’s. Cookie was covering Brooks, Mozart was covering Kyle’s, Benny went to Linc’s. And Dude was heading to Eva.”

“Where the fuck was Max?” I growled.

“Out of town...” Myles let that hang.

I knew what that meant. Max was a cold motherfucker. If Zane was sending a one-man army to Chicago to get intel, Max was his best play. Mean and cold when he wanted to be, he’d fit right in with the dredges of society.

“She didn’t have cover?” Gabe asked disbelievingly. “No fucking way Max would leave without knowing someone was covering his wife twenty-four-seven.”

“Don’t have the specifics on that but she and the kids were staying with Brooks and Anaya.

All hell broke loose and Eva took off. She was supposed to wait for Dude.

From what I got Elijah was at a sleepover.

Zane thinks she got impatient, wanted her boy home, and didn’t feel like waiting for a bodyguard. ”

“Thinks?”

Gabe asked the question I didn’t have the balls to ask.

“She was unconscious and had not come to when Zane called.”

“Unconscious?” Nat squeaked and my gaze sliced to her.

Motherfucking hell .

“Baby—” My words died a slow painful death in my throat when she blinked rapidly and tears started rolling down her bleached cheeks.

“I knew this would happen!” she shrieked. “I knew it.”

“Nat—”

“I knew it. I told everyone he would do this. Now…now…oh my God! Now…”

Natasha didn’t finish what she was saying because the second I got close she threw herself in my arms and buried her face in my chest. Loud, body-shaking sobs tore through her.

And there I stood torn. Max was a good friend, and his wife Eva and his boys were injured.

Another friend, Thad, and his wife Emerson had a daughter.

I was torn because I wanted to get my ass on a plane and jump in the mix.

I wanted to end this. But I couldn’t for the life of me stop myself from wanting to take Natasha and run.

Take her and disappear so Wilco Pollaski would never find us.