Chapter 32

chapter

thirty-two

OWEN

"Next time, bring your losing hat because you're going down." Laurel wags her finger at Addie, then shrugs her jacket over her shoulders.

"We'll see," Addie taunts back.

"You are trouble." Laurel shakes her head, then flicks her gaze toward me.

I only shrug, but my throat thickens.

Addie just spent the last hour dominating in Jenga. Laurel is the most competitive of us all, and she was so irate over the first loss, she agreed to play again… and again.

She lost each time and wanted to play another round, even though she'd originally insisted she couldn't stay long. My sister is the sorest loser of them all.

We would've played more, but Whitney needs to head home. With Huck in her arms and a diaper bag strapped to her back, she swivels in front of the door to say her goodbyes. To Laurel, she chirps, "I'll see you when I see you. Feel free to call when you're not studying for the Step Up."

"It's Step 1," Laurel corrects. " Step Up is a dance movie."

Whitney rolls her eyes as Laurel bends to kiss Huck on the back of his fuzzy little head. "Just… good luck studying." Laurel then busies herself with Mom and Dad, and Whitney leans into me to whisper, "Nice job getting a life."

I follow her nod in the direction of Addie, who makes her way down the hall toward us, her knee-length skirt sashaying from side to side.

My parents leave right behind Whitney, but not before my mother takes me aside, a million questions in her eyes as they bounce from me to Addie and back. All she says is "We should chat soon."

I figured she'd be curious about Addie since I never bring girls to family dinner, but Mom hardly ever wants to chat with just me, which means she's far more than simply curious.

This is damn serious.

Lottie joins the remainder of us by the front door and loops her arm through Laurel's. "We're still going shopping this weekend, right? I need to get a dress for Theresa's wedding next month."

"Your old college roommate? She's getting married?" Laurel asks as she retrieves Lottie's coat from the rack for her.

"Yes!" She throws her head back. "I've told you this a zillion times. She's having an outdoor wedding in a heated tent. I told you the whole debacle about the initial scam she almost fell victim to, but then her mother's friend from Tampa personally knew a guy whose brother had a connection with a legit heated tent company."

Laurel tilts her head. "You really think I remember all that? I have far too many other details to worry about at school."

"You could at least remember that she's getting married," my other sister mumbles.

"I'll write it down," Laurel deadpans.

"Goodbye, big brother." Lottie throws her arm around my shoulders, and Laurel waves to Addie.

"It was nice to meet you, and I'm serious about the rematch."

"Name the time and place." Addie juts her chin up, her eyes a mix of amusement and challenge.

As they tug the door open, Addie raises her voice when she tells me, "Before I leave, I just need to go over some details with you about class tomorrow."

Laurel and Lottie share a knowing glance, and I can tell they don't buy Addie's stiffly delivered lie. I wouldn't, either, but I let her have this.

"Yes. Very important stuff," I play along for the sake of our agreement to keep things secret.

My sisters are not that gullible, though. My whole family knows something's up with Addie and me—I didn't have to say it. They're a smart bunch, but there's also the fact that I've never introduced them to a woman before, except for Vice Principal Sable. I ran into her when I was shopping with Lottie at the grocery store, but that's the extent of such introductions.

I'm sure my sisters will have loads of questions too. We'll see how long it takes before they explode with them all.

But right now, I have one person and one thing on my mind.

Once they disappear through the front door, I'm finally left alone with Addie.

I'm more aware of the silence now that everyone's gone, and more than that, I'm aware of her. Everything about her screams at me—her blue eyes are soft tonight with the lightest touch of mascara, both cheeks are tinted crimson, and her lips are pale from licking them all night.

She enjoyed the lasagna and the pie. That much was obvious, given she was the last to sit down with a plate and the first to empty it.

I also got the impression she doesn't experience this a lot with her own parents, if ever. I knew big gatherings weren't in her wheelhouse since she's an only child, but I didn't expect to witness how big of a deal it is.

She appreciates tradition, and I just inadvertently hurled her right into the middle of several of them.

And I'm glad I did. Otherwise, I wouldn't be rewarded with this wistful expression she gives me now.

"Then there were two," I say and inch toward her until we're toe to toe.

She lifts her eyes up to my hair. "No hat tonight."

"I can put one on, if that'll make you kiss me faster."

"I'd rather just kiss you." She flings her arms around my neck, tugs me down, and fuses her mouth to mine.

My hands skate to her backside and cup her ass, my grip firm and desperate.

We're not fucking close enough.

She tangles her fingers in my hair as I walk us backward, stumbling around my house like I've never been here before.

I'm dizzy and crazed—damn insane for this girl.

We somehow find our way back into the dining room, and I swipe the table, vacating a spot from silverware and a couple of glasses. The next to go is the bowl of salad, and lettuce flies off the surface like confetti. They all tumble onto the carpet in a chaotic mess.

"What are?—"

I cut Addie off with a hoist of her hips up and onto the table. "It's my job to clear the table, isn't it?" I wiggle my eyebrows, then steal another kiss.

"This is hardly clearing it," she murmurs against my lips. "But I'll help."

She reaches back and grabs the can of whipped cream from when Whitney went back for her second slice of pumpkin pie. Addie squeezes a swirl onto the tip of her finger and brings it to her mouth, but at the last second, she's smears it onto my own lips.

"You're the best helper," I joke as my nerves run haywire.

She hums and sinks into me, lapping up the whipped cream from my face, and I about lose my damn head as the sweet and sexy taste of it all turns my brain cells to mush.

I lick my way south, sliding her loose shirt into a V on her chest until I bury my head between her breasts. I only pause there for a beat before I kneel in front of her and unzip each boot, which I chuck to the side.

As I stand back into my previous position between her legs, she yanks her shirt over her head, revealing a black mesh bra lined with lace in the shape of flowers. The way the cups press her tits together makes my mouth water. On top of that, the material is transparent, and it gives me the perfect view of each beaded nipple.

This bra is enough for any mortal to go into cardiac arrest. How am I supposed to stand a fucking chance?

"You're trying to kill me. You're torturing me for being such an ass for the last ten years, aren't you?" I manage over the erratic beating of my heart.

She tucks her bottom lip under her teeth and slowly shakes her head. "I've already forgiven you, but if you want to earn bonus points, I can think of a few ways…"

I growl into her neck, then skim the tip of my nose up the column of her throat and cover her mouth with mine. I shove her skirt up to her waist and slide my fingers along the fabric of her panties.

I curl the barely existent material in my fist and jerk down.

Addie gasps into my mouth, and my dick jerks against the denim of my jeans.

With a lift of her hips, I rid her of the panties, and I rest on my knees again to free them over her ankles.

Instead of standing up again, I position each of her knees over my shoulders and rise up until I'm eye level with her sweet, wet flesh.

Here's to the second round of dessert—I've always been a glutton for something sweet.

My mouth waters as I find the birthmark on the inside of her thigh and kiss her there first.

Then I swipe my tongue up the seam of her, and her hands slam to the table with a thud as she leans back.

Clinging to her thighs, I work her into a frenzy in the way I already know drives her wild. With every lick and nip, I strive to outdo myself from the last time. What new noises can she make?

"Be loud, angel." I spread her legs farther apart and thrust my tongue deeper into her before pulling out again. "I want to hear how good I make you feel. If you want more, I need to know how crazy you are for me."

"Yes, yes—whatever you want, Owen." She delves her fingers into my hair and shoves me back into position. "I just need more. Give me more. Please ."

"That's it," I whisper, then blow cool air onto her heat.

Her hips buck. "Oh, God!"

"That's exactly it." I smirk and get back to the relentless strokes of my tongue, savoring every taste and sensual sound leaving her parted lips.

Her quick breaths grow in volume and speed, like she's just finished a marathon.

Her legs clench around my head.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Her moans rival that in any adult film I've ever watched.

Addie's sensational as a long cry rips from her throat, and her climax coats my tongue and chin. She keeps coming, her body writhing on the dining table, and her hand slips to the side, knocking over a water.

Neither of us moves.

Not until she's finished.

By the time she straightens her spine again, her bra has shifted to the side, one nipple halfway exposed.

The side of her head is dotted with sweat.

Her nostrils flare with satisfaction, but there's a glint of desire still lingering in her blue eyes—that, and mischief. She's definitely not finished with me, which works out magnificently.

Addie claws at my shoulders and arms, urging me to stand. I rise as she drops onto her feet, and when I open my mouth to ask what's next, she renders me completely fucking speechless.

She cups me between my legs, clutching my throbbing cock in her palm. "My turn to feast."