Chapter 12

OWEN

CHAPTER

TWELVE

June's father is the President of the United States of America, and she has five sisters. That surely wasn't on my bingo card for this year, but here we are. The news has sent June into a tailspin, and I've been here every step of the way. She hasn't needed much from me, but I hold her and tell her everything will be alright at night. I can tell she's overwhelmed by everything, but she's not telling me that. All I can do is be here when she falls apart. Is it wrong that I want her to need me?

In bed, however, she lets loose. I take care of her every desire and mine. It's my greatest joy in life, one I hope never ends.

Even now, as I slide my cock into her, nice and slow, I'm braced above her on my forearms with my eyes locked on hers; I don't know how I lived without her before. It makes no sense. I'm so far gone for this woman. In and out I slide, making sure to hit that place inside her that makes her scream

She stares at me with such intensity. I have to tell her how I feel. It's right here, between us; I don't know how she doesn't feel it, too. I pray that she does, that she just thinks it's insane to feel this way so quickly, but I don't care. She's mine.

"I love you," I tell her, kissing her neck. She pauses but doesn't say anything. "Don't say anything. You may not feel it now, but you will, baby. Just know that I love you." She comes for me, and I fill her with my seed before pulling her close to me.

"I can't believe my life right now, Owen. I never thought I'd find my father or have siblings. This is crazy. They are coming over a few days before so we can decide how best to approach the president."

"I'm here for whatever you need, baby."

"I know, and I can't thank you enough for that. I'm just so…"

"I know, baby. Just sleep now. Everything will work itself out, you'll see."

"You're so optimistic. I wish I knew how to be."

I kiss her forehead before drifting off to sleep.

I wander down to the jewelry store. I've had my eye on an engagement ring that I know will look amazing on June's finger.

"Hey Marco," I say as I walk into the store.

"Hey, Owen. How can I help you today?"

"I'm here for that ring."

"The vintage 20s solitaire princess cut?"

"That's the one."

"Alright. I'll get that boxed up for you."

"Thanks," I say, producing my credit card.

Ten minutes later, I leave with a gorgeous ring in my pocket and a spring in my step.

I know she has a lot coming at her right now, so I'll bide my time until I promise her. I'll stop at nothing to make sure June Carter is mine forever.