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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: THE BEST WAY TO WAKE UP

STACEY

Pleasure pulses through me. It’s making my blood hum and my skin break out in goosebumps. I’ve had sexy dreams before, but I’ve never been this close to actually coming in one. I’m bent over my desk at the stadium. Owen is kneeling on the floor behind me, his face buried between my legs. It feels so… intense. So real. His tongue moves against my folds, making me squirm and moan.

Fuck, it feels so good! Why does it feel so good?

The pleasure is mind-numbing, and I feel myself starting to wake up. I try to resist, not wanting to lose the orgasm I’m just on the edge of having, but I can’t. My eyes fly open and I gasp. It takes me a moment to orient myself and realize the pleasure hasn’t stopped — it’s only intensified. Looking down my body, I find the covers have been pulled away, and like in my dream, Owen’s head is buried between my legs.

“Owen!” I groan, reaching down and tangling my fingers in his hair.

He glances up at me with a smirk and licks his lips. “I couldn’t help myself. You looked so peaceful and so fucking sexy asleep… I had to have a taste.”

Lowering his head, he sets back in and wraps his lips around my clit. When he begins to suck, I throw my head back with a cry and undulate my hips against his face. I’m so close to orgasm… just a little bit more…

The instant my release hits me, I arch my back and scream. I hope this hotel’s walls are thick, because I think the whole floor will be able to hear me otherwise. At the moment, though, I can’t make myself care. It just feels too good. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. I ride them out, grinding against Owen’s mouth. When my orgasm fades, I slump back against the bed, breathless and stunned.

Owen sits up, grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he gazes down at me.

“Fuck, what a great way to start the day,” he says.

I release a breathless chuckle. “I could get used to waking up like this.”

“Good.” He moves to climb off the bed, and I realize he’s still naked from last night. His cock is fully erect, but he acts like it’s no big deal to walk around with a raging boner.

“Come back here,” I say, turning and crawling to the edge of the bed.

He smirks and saunters toward me. “Yes, ma’am.”

Reaching out, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and lean forward to drag my tongue along the slick head. He groans and cups the back of my head. When I take him fully into my mouth, he lets out a hiss.

“Fuck, that’s good, baby.”

He gently pumps into my mouth as I lick and suck him eagerly. I glance up and he has his head tipped back, his jaw tense and muscles straining.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Letting him fall from my mouth, I purr, “You don’t need to hold back. Use me. I want you to.”

He releases a long, rough breath and tightens his grip on my head.

“Such a fucking good girl.”

He thrusts his hips forward and pumps his cock back into my mouth. Holding me in place, he fucks my mouth, pushing himself deeper and deeper until I’m gagging, but I don’t want him to stop. Saliva runs down my chin and tears stream down my face and I can feel myself growing wetter and wetter with each pump.

“I’m going to cum,” he growls. “Shit, Stacey, I can’t hold it back…”

He releases a long, guttural groan as he cums, pouring himself down my throat. I swallow every last drop.

When he finishes, his breathing is heavy and he looks down at me with a satisfied grin.

Bending down, he picks me up and cradles me in his arms.

“Let’s shower,” he says.

I blink up at him, confused. Shower? He just ate me out like an all-you-can-eat buffet and I sucked him down like a milkshake, but he wants to go shower? He carries me across the large suite and into the sprawling bathroom with its glass-encased shower and double sink vanity. I didn’t really have a chance to appreciate just how fancy this suite was last night. Owen didn’t waste any time fucking me into oblivion.

Owen sets me on my feet and turns on the shower. When the water is hot and steaming up the glass, he pulls me inside and under the spray. Before I can get a grip on what’s going on, he pushes me up against the shower wall and captures my lips in a searing kiss. I moan and open my mouth to let his tongue sweep inside and tangle with mine. He presses his body tight against mine and his cock rubs against my belly, so hard and hot all over again, like he didn’t just cum down my throat. I’m still so wet and soft from him licking me, he could put his length inside me right now with a single thrust and get no resistance.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” he growls against my lips as he grinds his cock against my pelvis and stomach. “No matter how hard I cum, I just want more.”

“Me too,” I confess. “I want you inside me, Owen. Please.”

He slips a hand under one of my thighs and lifts my leg. I quickly grip the back of his neck with both hands to keep from losing my balance. Lining up with my entrance, he pushes into me and we both cry out at the penetration. He keeps my leg hooked over his arm as he begins to pump in and out of me. The way he fills me up and stretches me is so perfect. I don’t know how I went so many years without it. Our lips find each other again and our tongues mimic what his cock is doing to me below. The water rains down on us, hot and steamy, surrounding us in a haze that makes it seem like we’re the only two people in the world at this moment.

“Fuck, Stacey,” Owen hisses, bracing his free hand against the wall above my head. “Your pussy is so tight… when you squeeze me like that, I feel like I’m going to burst.”

I whimper, because I can’t seem to form coherent words at present. All I can do is hang onto him as he pounds into me harder and harder. My second orgasm starts building up within me and I cling to Owen tighter, knowing I’m going to need him to keep me on my feet.

“Stacey… I’m close… shit, I’m going to cum…I want you to cum with me.”

Suddenly, he pinches my clit, which immediately has me hitting my peak. I shriek, burying my face against his neck as I shake and tremble with the force of my own release. My knees quake, but Owen keeps me pinned between his body and the wall so I stay upright.

“Fuck!” he snarls, going rigid against me as his orgasm rips through him as well. He pours into me and I’m flooded with his heat. Coming down from the moment, he lets my leg drop and wraps his arms around my waist. Not letting go, Owen continues holding me up, which is good since my legs are jelly right now. As we fight to catch our breaths, we hold onto each other beneath the hot spray of water.

I nuzzle against his chest and murmur, “How did we go so long without this?”

He chuckles softly and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I don’t know, baby, but you never have to go without again. You can have as much of me as you want.”

Tilting my head back, I grin up at him. “Oh, is that so…?”

I’m interrupted by the loud rumble of my stomach. Owen lets out a laugh and gives my ass a smack before turning me so the water from the showerhead is running down my back.

“Let’s get you cleaned up so I can get you food,” he says, pouring shampoo in his hand and lathering it up.

He starts massaging it into my hair. It feels so good that I let out a soft whimper as my eyes slide shut. Owen takes his time, rinsing out the shampoo and then working conditioner into my hair. Once he rinses that out as well, he scrubs me down with body wash. When we’re done, he turns the shower off and steps out to grab a towel and wrap it around me.

I’m kind of stunned by the pampering he’s giving me. Shower sex is one thing, but then to have him wash me from head-to-toe? I can’t remember anyone catering to my needs so thoroughly. What’s more, it doesn’t seem like a chore to him. He seems to be enjoying caring for me, taking his time and making sure every inch of me is clean and dry. He even squeezes the excess water from my hair and brushes through it before grabbing one of the fluffy hotel robes and slipping it on me.

“All right,” he says, leading me out of the bathroom. “Let’s order you some food.”

Making my way back to the bed, I sit on the edge as Owen moves to the hotel phone, but grabs his cell from the end table and checks it first. He frowns and lets out a long sigh before setting the device back down.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he assures me. “Just a missed called from a friend. I’ll call them back later. Time for breakfast.”

As Owen orders room service, I glance around the suite again. The furniture is sleek and modern, the carpet is plush, and the massive windows overlook the city skyline. The whole place screams money, but it doesn’t really seem like Owen’s type of place. I think about his minimalist apartment and wonder if this luxury is actually to his taste or not.

“This is definitely not the standard team room,” I comment. “The rest of the guys are probably crammed into regular hotel rooms, and here you are, living the high life.”

Owen shrugs, sitting on the edge of the bed, his expression unreadable. “Sometimes it can’t be helped.”

“Because of your stepfather’s family name?”

He nods, but there’s something in the way his shoulders tighten, a flicker of frustration in his eyes. “Yeah. That name tends to follow me around whether I want it to or not.”

“You sound like you hate it,” I say softly, taking a seat beside him.

He glances at me, his lips curving into a wry smile. “Hate doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

“Then why not tell him to fuck off?” The words come out before I can stop them, but I mean them.

Owen huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “Easier said than done, Stace.” He pauses, running a hand through his damp hair. “It’s not about him, really. It’s about my mom. After my dad died, she was all I had left. She met Gerald, and I think she thought marrying him would give us both some kind of stability. And I…” He stops, his voice catching.

I reach for his hand, threading my fingers through his. “And you didn’t want to hurt her.”

He nods, staring down at our joined hands. “Exactly. As a kid, I was closer with my dad, you know? He was my hero. Losing him... it messed me up. But my mom… she’s the kind of person who gives everything to the people she loves. I couldn’t stand the idea of being the reason she lost something else.”

“You’re a good son,” I whisper, squeezing his hand.

He laughs softly and shakes his head. “I don’t know about that, but I’ve spent most of my life trying not to rock the boat. For her sake.”

“And what about you?” I ask.

“What about me?” he echoes, his eyes meeting mine.

“When do you get to stop worrying about everyone else and just be happy?”

Owen looks at me for a long moment, his expression shifting into something softer, almost vulnerable.

“Hopefully now,” he whispers.

Later that evening, after our four hour flight, we step out of the airport and into the cold Denver air, saying our goodbyes to the other team members as they all disperse to find their rides home. “Come on,” Owen says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, instantly warming me up. “I’ll get us a cab.”

Making our way out to the pickup lanes outside the airport, Owen waves down a cab and holds open the car door for me. I can’t help but smile at the gesture. It’s really nice to have someone to travel with, who is attentive and goes out of his way to make me comfortable. I slide into the backseat and he joins me. I’m exhausted from the trip, so I lay my head on his shoulder as the car pulls into traffic and heads toward my house.

“Get a little sleep,” Owen murmurs. “I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

“I’m fine,” I whisper, my eyes losing their fight against gravity.

Before I know it, the car coming to a stop jolts me awake to find Owen grinning down at me.

“Oh, sorry,” I mumble, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says with a smile. “I, uh… didn’t let you get a lot of rest this trip. My bad.”

I chuckle and shake my head. “You’re not sorry at all.”

“No. No, I’m not.”

He leans down and gives me a kiss, then rests his forehead against mine for several quiet moments.

Finally, he softly asks, “So... can I come in?”

I look back up at him and nibble my lip hesitantly. Honestly, I’d love to bring him inside and spend the rest of the evening and night with him. Watch him play with Millie and tuck her into bed. Under normal circumstances, I’d jump at the chance to have him spend more time with us.

However, there’s one little obstacle standing in our way today — my mother. She’s stopping over later today because I finally caved and told her she could spend time with Millie. I know if I bring Owen in with me, and if he’s still here when she arrives, we’re not going to escape a confrontation. I’m too tired to deal with a verbal attack against the man I love.

“Um… maybe not today,” I say slowly.

His brow furrows, and I hurry to explain. “It’s just — my mom is coming over, and she’s… not exactly your biggest fan.”

Owen looks momentarily taken aback, but lets out a soft laugh, though it lacks humor. “Well, that’s not a surprise.”

“Don’t take it too personally,” I sigh. “It doesn’t matter what I say to her or how many times I try to clear up everything that’s happened between us - my mom is stubborn. She firmly believes women don’t need men as permanent fixtures in their lives, so she’d be hostile to any guy I was with.”

“But, of course, she especially hates me,” he replies. “For abandoning you.”

“She’s leaving town in a few days,” I hurriedly say. “We won’t have to worry about her after that. I’m just letting her be with Millie for a bit before she goes.”

He nods slowly, his jaw tight but his expression calm.

“Alright,” he sighs. “I get it.”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Thank you.”

I move to get out of the cab, but Owen grabs my hand and stops me. “What about tomorrow? Can I take Millie to school?”

My heart skips a beat at the request and I can’t help my smile. “You want to?”

“Of course I do,” he says, his tone earnest. “I want to be there for her — for everything.”

I eagerly nod. “I’d love that. She’d love that.”

Owen grins, and it seems the sting of my rejection has eased. “Great. What time do I need to be here?”

“Seven,” I tell him.

“Seven it is,” he says, leaning in to brush a soft kiss against my cheek. “I’ll see you then, Stace.”

“I can’t wait,” I whisper. Then, I climb out of the car and head toward the door, my steps light and my heart full and humming with delight.