Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Rory

“ Y ou’re really not straight?”

“Nope.” Owen squeezed my arse, pressing his erection firmly against mine. “I’m bisexual, Rory, and very interested in you.”

“Oh my god,” I groaned, letting my head fall against his. “I’m such a fucking idiot. Do you know how much time we’ve wasted?”

“Well, in my defence, I did ask you out on a date once, and you turned me down.”

Oh no. “You were being serious?”

“Yes.” Even in the darkness, I could see his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Took a bit of an ego hit that day.”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I thought you just felt bad because I fell over.”

“I mean, yeah, I did feel sorry for you, but that’s not why I asked. I like you, Rory. Why else do you think I’ve stopped by every workday for a coffee and a muffin for the past eighteen months?”

“Umm…I just thought you liked to start your day with coffee, like all of our other customers.”

“No, Rory. Let me tell you a secret.” He dropped his voice to a stage whisper. “I don’t drink coffee. ”

“What?!” My reply was the opposite of a whisper, echoing around the room. “You don’t drink coffee?”

“Nope.”

My lips twitched. “So you’ve been buying a coffee five times a week for a year and a half…just because you wanted to see me?”

“Yes.” His expression turned cagey “Unless you think that’s weird. In which case, no, I love coffee and can’t function without it.”

I cupped his face. “I think it’s sweet.”

He exhaled in relief. “Thank fuck for that.”

“All those coffees though.” I shook my head. “What did you do with them all?”

“Gave them to Paul. Figured he might appreciate a hot drink. Well except for today, that is. Thank fuck he found a place in that shelter for over Christmas.”

“Yeah, I’d hate to think of him outside in this weather.” I was still reeling over what he’d just revealed. “That’s…unbelievably fucking sweet. I still can’t believe you kept buying them though. We do have other drinks, you know.”

“I know, but some part of my brain thought if I changed my order, maybe you wouldn’t recognise me.”

I scooted closer, our lips only centimetres apart now. “I’d always recognise you, Owen. Seeing as we’re being honest, I should probably admit to timing my breaks around when you’d be in.”

“You did?”

“Yep. Seeing you was the highlight of my day. I might not have been able to manage a full sentence around you, but I never wanted to miss the opportunity to just…be in your orbit for a little while.”

“We really should’ve talked about this earlier.” His hot breath danced over my lips, but neither of us closed the gap. Not yet. “I can’t believe you thought I was straight all this time.”

“You seemed so embarrassed that day we first met,” I confessed. “I’d been staring at you, and I thought I was making you uncomfortable.”

He sighed, his hand flexing against my rear. “God, I was so in my head. I walked in that day and saw you, and it was like my world just…stopped. You were, are, so beautiful. I didn’t know what to say or how to act. I could barely speak. And when I did speak, I ordered coffee because it was the only thing I could think of. I wasn’t uncomfortable, Rory, I was nervous.”

My hand moved from his cheek into his hair. “Are you nervous now, Owen?”

“No. I’m many things, but nervous isn’t one of them.”

“Good.” I wouldn’t be nervous either. We’d danced around this long enough. Too long.

I tugged on his hair, pulling him forwards until our lips met. I groaned as his mouth opened, his tongue sweeping over mine. He kissed me just like I’d always fantasised he would. Confidently. Heatedly.

And oh so sweetly.

For a long time, nothing else existed except us. We didn’t stop kissing, not rushing to go any further, just taking the time to explore. In the cold darkness, something warm bloomed between us. Something precious. Something new.

Owen’s arm flexed under me, bringing our lower halves into direct contact again. It was like he’d flicked a switch, desire running rampant now. We groaned simultaneously. My fingers tightened in his hair as his hand slid under my pyjama bottoms.

Owen broke away on a gasp. “Is this going too fast?”

“Absolutely not,” I said. “I want you to fuck me, Owen.”

His intense eyes searched mine. “You sure?”

“Positive.” I was already kicking off my bottoms. “If you think about it, it’s a safety issue.”

A slow smirk spread over his face. “Oh, really? Do tell.”

“We need to survive this cold night,” I said, now shucking off my top. “And body heat is vital to that.”

“That’s true.” Owen reached over his shoulder to grab his shirt. With one movement, he pulled it off and chucked it to the side. “Can’t have us getting frostbite. ”

“Exactly,” I said as he too kicked off his bottoms. As soon as he was naked, he opened his arms for me to snuggle back against him. His warmth seemed to sink through my skin down all the way to my bones. “How would I make coffee then?”

“There would be riots,” Owen whispered huskily, trailing his fingers along the nodules of my spine. “The people of Wales deserve their caffeine.”

“They do. Therefore it’s probably best if we raise our body temperatures through any means possible.”

Owen nodded solemnly. “For the greater good.”

I rolled away to grab lube and a condom from my bedside table. Just the few seconds it took me had my teeth chattering. “Fuck, it really is cold. I think my dick might have shrivelled up and dropped off.”

Owen’s laugh boomed around the room. “Can’t have that. Here, let me see if I can warm it back up.”

That was all the warning he gave me before sliding under the duvet. The next thing I knew, wet warmth was surrounding my cock. “Oh, yes. Owen!”

He hummed contentedly as he sucked me deep. His tongue pushed against the underside of my shaft, sending zaps of electricity surging through me.

Both of my hands went under the covers, searching him out. The need to touch him, to reassure myself that this was actually happening, was impossible to ignore. I rested my hands against his hair, not steering or pushing him, just feeling him.

Within a few minutes, cold was the furthest from what I was experiencing. Sweat was dripping from me, my whole body aflame under Owen’s ministrations. Tingling started at the bottom of my spine and I gasped. “Owen, stop.”

He pulled off straight away. The duvet lifted, and I looked down to see concerned brown eyes peering back at me. “You okay?”

“Too close,” I said. “I don’t want to come like that, not tonight. I need you in me, Owen. ”

His eyes darkened. “Fuck, yes. I want that too.”

Sliding back up the bed, he picked up the lube and settled next to me. I rolled onto my side so that I was facing him. He lifted my leg up until it rested over his waist. “Here. Let’s do it like this so you can stay under the duvet.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s not very romantic,” he said wryly, opening the lube and pouring some onto his hand. “But I don’t need you freezing.”

“Actually I think it’s very romantic,” I said softly. “I don’t think I’ve been with anyone who’s taken my comfort into such consideration before.”

“You’ve been sleeping with the wrong men, Rory.”

I bit my lip. “Maybe I’ll just have to keep sleeping with you.”