Chapter 40

FORTY

Colin

W hen I came up with the plan to marry Owen to save my sister, I didn't think I would actually develop feelings. In fact, I've purposefully avoided feelings for years.

Now I wake up next to an amazing man who shows me I'm worth it. He treats me with a respect no one else ever has and fucks me like he hates me. It's perfect.

When his alarm goes off at a ridiculous hour, I want to be mad, but I'm not. By making him go to bed at a decent time, I do as well. Plus, he has a tournament today, so I'm surprised he slept at all.

Owen slides a hand up my torso and leans over to kiss my bare shoulder.

"Good morning." His sleep rough voice makes me smile.

"Morning."

I feel him smile against my skin.

"Are you sure I can't convince you to participate in a little pre-tourney relaxation?" I move his hand down to cup my dick and roll my hips into the touch.

He groans, pressing his warm body against mine, and bites at my neck. "I don't have time for that."

I grind my ass against his cock, loving the way he grips me.

"Please, husband," I moan in his ear. "I want to feel you all day." Plus, I know he has plenty of time. He's always awake before he needs to be, and he can skip a shower if need be.

"Fuck," Owen grunts, and I know I've got him.

I grab the lube from the bedside table, and he flips the blankets back, making me shudder at the sudden cold.

"Hurry up, it's cold," I grumble and roll onto my stomach.

"This was your idea. You're going to ride me."

Oh, hell yes.

Owen lays back, and I quickly straddle him. His lean but strong hips flex under me. Fuck, he's hot.

He grips the back of my neck, pulling my mouth down to his, and sliding his other hand between my legs to lube up my hole. I groan into his kiss and ride his fingers.

I love the stretch, so he doesn't work me open too much, just makes sure I won't get hurt, then grabs his dick for me.

"Such a gentleman," I sass against his lips.

"If you're going to be a brat, I'll use your mouth instead."

"Don't threaten me with a good time, husband." I push back onto him, taking him in a quick thrust. Owen's fingers dig into my skin as he gasps for me.

Gods, I'm so full.

With both hands on his chest, I push myself up and sink just a little farther onto him.

"You're beautiful." Owen holds my hips and thrusts up into me a few times before I take over. I start with rolling my hips, grinding him deep, then start lifting off him a little at a time. It's a tease for both of us, but I know he'll snap eventually and take over. He has a schedule to keep, after all, and I know he won't miss his workout or meetings.

"Princess," Owen warns, his breathing deepening. He wants to fuck, quick and hard. I do too, but I like making him wait. Just a little. "I don't have time for slow."

"You said to ride you." I grind him deep again, forcing a groan from him. "This was your choice."

Before I can suck in another breath, he's rolled us and is fucking into me. Deep and hard thrusts that steal the air from my lungs. Taking exactly what he wants with no hesitation because he knows I can take it and I want it.

"Fuck!" I cling to him, whimpering and moaning. His hand in the back of my hair jerks my head back so he can bite and suck on my neck. My stomach is slick with pre-cum, and before I realize what is happening, I come. Hard. Shooting cum onto my stomach and chest as I groan out my pleasure.

Owen lifts onto one hand and looks down at me. "It's so fucking hot when you do that."

I'm so fucking cum drunk I feel like giggling. "It feels pretty fucking awesome too."

A wicked, self-satisfied grin lifts his lips. "Noted."

His hips quickly pick up again, smacking into my ass so hard, there's no way I won't feel him for the next several hours. I fucking love it.

"Come for me, husband." I hold his head in my hands. "Fill me up so you leak from me all day."

He shudders and moans, muscles twitching and bunching.

"Own me. Claim me. Mark me as yours."

His cock twitches, and warmth floods my insides with his cum. Fuck, I love that. Some primal part of me likes the security of being claimed by him.

Owen is careful not to collapse on top of me since I'm covered in cum, but kisses me softly before getting up.

"I'm going to smell like sex at warm-ups." He flicks his gaze at me, still lying in bed, well fucked and debauched.

"I would say I'm sorry but–"

"You're not."

"I'm not."

"You've got a possessive streak." He comes back toward the bed once he has the sweats on that I laid out for him and leans over me. Dipping his fingers into the cum cooling on my skin, he paints my lips with it, then ravages my mouth.

When I'm breathless and once again hard, he strokes me and smiles right above my mouth. "Now I'll taste you and you can think of me all day."

Fuck, I love this man.

He starts to leave but stops, turns, and opens the closet where I've hung up my clothes so they won't be a wrinkled mess this weekend.

He pulls out an outfit I've got put together and holds it up. "Is this what you're wearing today?"

"Yes. Why? Is something wrong with it?" It's his shirt for crying out loud, it can't be bad.

"No. I have something for you."

No? What the hell does he mean no?

He pulls a package out of his backpack and hands it to me.

"Wear this."

Confused, I open the package to find a black crop top with the words: crossing swords is my cardio, and what looks like two sabres crossed in an X.

"Did you have a shirt made for me?" My poor heart pitter-patters in my chest. I could cry with how much this means to me. "Are you sure you want me to wear this in public? I don't want you to get backla?—"

Owen cuts off my argument with a kiss. "Yes, I want you to wear it in public and not under that shirt." He points to the closet. "I want you to be you, not the version of yourself you think I want in public." Owen takes my mouth again, deeper, hotter, and more insistent. "Wear it for me, princess, and I'll reward you after I win."

I groan against his lips, already hardening again.

"You're a tease."

He smiles and kisses my nose. "Yes, I am, but you like it."

"You know Oliver is going to hate this, right?"

"Isn't that a benefit?"

I chuckle, and he heads for the door. "I love you, Colin."

"I love you, Owen." I turn to face him and smile at the love of my life.

I really need to rest before I'm forced to go to breakfast with Isaac and Oliver, but now I'm wide awake and horny. Bastard. The stupid concussion has been a real downer. I'm still easily tired and overwhelmed, get headaches if I push myself too hard, so I have to rest all the damn time. If Owen isn't telling me to rest, then Isaac and Oliver are. It's annoying as fuck.

My phone buzzes on the side table, so I grab it.

Husband: Don't you dare touch what's mine. I'll take care of you later.

Princess: You are the worst.

I reach for my dick and stroke it, then snap a picture to send to him.

Husband: My mouth is watering already.

Husband: Better rest so you can keep up with me later.

I groan and get up to clean the cum cooling on my chest and stomach.

When I lie back down, it doesn't take me long to pass out.