He let’s go just long enough to free himself and thrust into my eager pussy. “Fuck,” he grunts, lifting up my shirt off my body.
“No more answering the door like this. I’d hate to kill someone who saw you this naked. You’re mine, Casey. Say it. Say you understand.”
“I’m yours…” I choke out as his tongue sucks my nipple into mouth hard, demanding and rough. The orgasm rips through me so intensely that I nearly black out.
“Open your eyes, Casey. I want you to look at me while I fill you with my son.” My walls respond to his command by dragging his come from his balls deep inside, making sure I get pregnant. He raises up, grasping my hips, his thumbs in the little curve of my pelvis and thrusts in and out until he freezes, and I feel the last of his come hit my soul.
My eyes focus on where we’re connected. I see his defined V at the apex of his torso and how the tiny splattering of dark hair trails down to match mine. We’re both neatly trimmed and fit so perfectly that I smile because I’m hooked on Owen Parker.
He pulls out of me, making a mess. He doesn’t move though. Instead, Owen grabs his chin with his arms across his chest like he’s really thinking.
“Something catch your interest?” I question.
“I’m thinking these sheets need to be burned. Your pussy has been all over them. When the laundry handles them, they’ll be touching what’s mine.”
“We can just start them on fire.”
“No we can’t, but I sure as fuck can wash them first. Go get in the shower.”
“Yes, sir.” I roll my eyes at him. Then I see some of his come on the sheets, and I get what he means. My ass became completely territorial. The bitches would love to get some of him. I saw the way women looked at him while we were walking. He’s mine. I pick up the sheet myself and carry it to the shower with me. The man has officially made me crazy.
“I’m going nuts,” I mutter after getting out of the shower.
“At least we’re going nuts together,” he chuckles. “I’ll pack your shit because we’re going home together.”
“You know that I have to go back home, right?”
“You mean to go back to Texas to finish school? Yes. Home is with me, honey.” Fuck, how can he do that to me? I love him, and I know it. How is this going to work? Two months of torture.
I’m privately dying inside.
Chapter 8
Owen
She left, and I don’t know how I’m going to make it the next couple of months without her. Casey wants to play it cool and pretend that she wants time for us and I’m giving her that as best as I can. The second she ran away the first time, I knew I had to have patience.
She may not be ready to admit it, but she loves me. Casey mutters it in her sleep every single night. Nothing in my life has ever felt as magnificent as when she utters those three words so freely.
I’m going to let her get away with a week without me and see how she’s doing then. I want her to know what her denials have felt like. She gave me her body willingly even to the point that we haven’t used one form of protection. Casey’s probably attending her last weeks of class carrying my baby, and yet she’s holding back from me.
I’ve already planned ahead for the next two weeks, but I’ll cancel every meeting or project I have to, to be with her when she needs me and I sure as fuck will be there when she graduates.
“Damn, boss. Stop looking like you’ve lost everything. The guys are worried that you’re going to jump off the edge of the unfinished building,” Mike jokes halfheartedly. I can see he’s concerned.
“I miss her. I love her, you know that, right?”
“Of course, I do. She’s easy to love, but hey, she’ll be back. She’s finishing school not running off with some other dude.”
“Easy for you to say. Try being without the woman who makes you feel insanely happy.” Mike scoffs like there’s something to my words. I wonder what’s going on with him, but I didn’t want to turn the worksite into a fucking soap opera. I need work done so I can make time for Casey.
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Grit and effort get me through the first week without her. We hardly talk because she’s off working her part-time job and studying while I’m working into the night. It’s dark by the time I get home every night, but it’s what I’ve got to do to be with her.
I hit the shower, washing off another day’s worth of grime and feel the ache in my muscles. It’s the hardest I’ve worked in five years.