“I can get you some female company if you want,” he offers.
“Nah, I got some if I want it. She’s locked away in my apartment.” I take the shot as I think about the fact I have a beautiful woman who wants to do anything for me and who will allow me to do anything I want to her. And here I am, getting wasted.
“Sure, let me know if you need anything. I’ll be back when these are gone.” He leaves me alone with my thoughts once more and I kind of hate it.
The alcohol is making my brain swim a bit, and I find only one thing on my mind.
Petra!
Petra
Looking at the basket of things Owen sent me, I want to tell him thank you, and that, of course, I accept his apology. The necklace is stunning. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. The perfume smells great and the food and wine look delicious. And as good as all this is, all I can think about is how much I want him here with me.
I call him to say thanks, but he’s not answering his cell. I was pretty sure he would, since the note said he was sorry, and it has me worried about him and where he is. I want to know if he’s okay, and send him a text letting him know to just text back, so I know nothing has happened to him. But I’ve gotten nothing back from him.
It’s making me nuts!
Getting up off the sofa, I head to bed. I probably won’t fall asleep, but at least I’ll be laying down. Pat had the sheets replaced, so I don’t have to smell Owen, and now I wish I hadn’t jumped to that idea so quickly.
I want to smell him!
Pulling off the soft negligee, I climb under the blankets and shove my nose into the pillow to see if any remnants of him are there. I only smell fresh linen and nothing more than that. My heart aches as I close my eyes and picture his face.
The bedroom door flies open and in stumbles Owen, looking a little on the drunk side. “Baby, I’m home,” he mumbles as I jump out of bed to help him.
“Owen, are you okay?” I ask as I move my body under his arm to stabilize him. “Do you want me to help you get undressed? Do you want to sleep here? Do you want …”
His mouth crashes down on mine as he takes over. Moving me backward until I hit the bed, he releases my lips and pushes me down on it. His eyes rake over my naked body as he pulls off his clothes.
The alcohol has made him clumsy, and I move up on the bed, propping my head on the pillows as he takes everything off. Then I hold out my arms for him and he comes into them.
Our mouths collide again and I taste the mixture of whiskey and beer. It doesn’t bother me in the least. I’m elated he came to me!
He gathers my hair in his hand, roughly pulling it until it hurts. I’m pretty sure he’s not aware of it and move up some. Clumsily, he gropes me as his body moves over mine.
My hands are moving all over him, taking in every tight muscle. I use my feet to run over the backs of his legs and love the way they feel so powerful. “Yes,” I moan.
His mouth leaves mine as he looks at me, then smiles a crooked little smile. “Hey, you.”
I smile back. “Hi.”
His words come out slurred. “I like you, Petra. I like you a lot. Did you like the necklace?”
“I loved it. Thank you.”
With a heavy hand, he strokes over my cheek. It feels more like a push than a caress, but I don’t care. I’m so glad to be looking at him and touching him that I love every damn thing the man does.
“You loved it?” he asks, then kisses me again as he grabs me and rolls over with me.
I’m on top of him and want to give him a taste of what I can do for him. Wrangling my mouth from his, I lean over him and kiss his neck, then whisper, “How about you let me suck on that big cock of yours?”
“Oh, yeah, baby! Damn good idea.” I find him smiling and kiss my way down his body.
Moving in between his legs, I run my hands up and down his huge dick, looking at it and thinking it’s the best-looking thing I’ve ever seen between a man’s legs. Kissing the bulbous head, I give it a little lick, and he groans with desire.
A smile is plastered on my face. Then I ease my mouth over him and take him in. The groan doesn’t stop; he goes on and on as I move up and down his long length. He pulls my hair as I bob my head and I love the way it all feels.
I taste the slightest hint of cum and he yanks me up. “On your knees.”
I scramble to get to where he can take me from behind and shriek when he slams his hard cock into me. I’m sore from what he did earlier, and it burns a little as he thrusts into me.
“You like me fucking you, Petra?”
“Um, hmm,” I moan as I lean down on my elbows and feel him going even deeper. “Yes.”
“I like fucking you too. I like talking to you, fucking you, looking at you.” He grunts as he thrusts harder. “And I like thinking about you.”
“I like thinking about you too,” I moan as his cock is stroking me in all the right ways. “Baby, you fuck me so good, it should be illegal.”
“Yeah?” he asks as he makes a swirling motion that drives me crazy.
“Ahh!”
“Yeah, baby. You like it!” He slaps my ass.
“Yes!” I cry out, and he does it again and again as he fucks me senseless.
I can’t stop the orgasm that comes crashing through me, and he growls, “Cum all over me, Petra. Goddamn it, you feel good!”
My body is shaking as he pulls out and flips me over, then rams back into me as he looks at me. I love the way he looks as I brush my hands across his cheeks, holding his long dark hair back so I can look at him as he takes me the way I dreamed he would. “You’re so gorgeous,” I whisper.
He smiles, then says, “You are!”
Pulling him down to me, I kiss him as he eases how hard he’s been going, and his body ripples over mine. His mouth goes soft and our kiss turns into something filled with passion.
His hands move over my shoulders as he runs them around me and rolls us over again. Then he pushes me up, and I ride him as he watches me. Holding me by the waist, he looks at me with adoring eyes.
His pecs are tight and I have to put my hands on them, respecting how much work the man has put into his body. “You’re like a Greek God.” I run my fingertip down the line that separates his defined abs.
He gazes at me, then pulls me to him and kisses me with a sweet kiss that turns hard as he puts his hands on my hips and moves me fast and hard. My body can’t take it anymore and I cum again as we kiss. He jerks inside of me as he fills me with his juices.
Our harsh breaths mingle, as he won’t end our kiss. I can’t recall a time I’ve felt more satisfied. When our mouths part, he smiles at me and rolls over again, leaving me on my back and his body pressed against my side. “I liked every part of that, Did you?”
I shake my head and watch his smile turn upside down, then giggle. “I loved every part of that.”
His smile returns and he pulls me in tight, his forehead touching the side of my head. He kisses me there, making me feel special. If I never get to have him this way again, it’ll be a sin, but at least I got this one time. I’ll cherish this forever.
I wake with a startle as I feel Owen’s arm draped heavily over my waist. His cock is pressing against my back, and I find a smile is already moving over my kiss-swollen lips. He stayed!
Rolling over in his arms to face him, I take the time to look at him in the morning light that’s streaming through the window. A light beard covers his face, as he hasn’t shaved yet, and looks ruggedly handsome. I like it a lot.
His lips are parted just a bit as he makes little snoring sounds. I like that too!
Lightly, I let my hand travel over his enormous bicep, and my tummy tightens as my insides begin to heat. He throws one leg over me as he moves in closer. His cock is growing as it’s pressed against my stomach.
He moves it in a rhythmic fashion, and then his lips touch my forehead, then move down to touch my lips. We kiss with our lips closed and he moves me even closer to him, then
turns me over. We’re making love in no time.
His body moves sleepily over mine and I wrap my legs around him. I’m fully awake, but he’s still drowsy, and it’s blissfully sweet how he’s making me feel. Our bodies move with easy, light movements, and before I know it, I’m breathing hard. So is he, then our bodies break into orgasms that leave us gasping for air.
He falls off me, lying on his back next to me. “Morning, beautiful.”
I run my hand over his stomach, then down to take his hand. “Good morning to you, my handsome man.”
Pulling up to lean his head on his hand, he looks down at me with love in his eyes and says, “I wish I was a different man. I wish I believed love could last forever. I wish so damn many things, Petra. But most of all, I wish I could be the man you deserve.”
I caress his face. “You can be. You are.”
He shakes his head. “You have no idea how fucked up I am.”
“Aren’t we all a bit on the fucked-up side?” I ask. “I mean, look what I’ve done. I’ve sold myself for the summer. That’s fucked up too.”
He laughs and takes my hand, holding it to his heart. “And why did you do that, Petra?”
“Student loan problems. My mother’s marriage made it impossible for me to get any money at all for college,” I tell him as he makes it hard to even concentrate by kissing one of my fingertips. “And my stepfather is an ass who will never even make me a loan to finish my last year of college.”
“That’s right. Isabel told me you were in college to be a school teacher. A noble profession,” he says. “I can see why you did it, and I’m happy I was the one to win the bid and help you out. You should also know that I gave you enough money to set you up for the rest of her life if you invest the money in the right ways. And since you know who I am, I’ll help you do that. I never want you up on the auction block again.”
“I’m never getting up there again. And thank you for your help in investing the money. I have no business sense,” I admit as I run my hand along his muscular arm.
I love this. I love the way he’s talking to me and allowing me to know him this way.
A light fills his eyes as he says, “Petra, I have to tell you that I have a hard time thinking about any other man touching you. I’m glad to hear you never want to get back up there. Do you think you could be happy with things the way they are for an extended amount of time?”
“I can’t stay here for any longer than the summer,” I remind him.
“I don’t mean here.” He leans over and kisses me on the forehead. “I mean in Los Angeles. After you graduate, I could set you up there. And in the meantime, I could make visits to you in Ohio. You wouldn’t be a secret, Petra. But I would keep you somewhere besides my home. Only come to you when I wanted. Do you think you could live that way?”
My mind is full of questions, but my heart is shouting at me to tell him the truth. “Owen, I don’t know if that would be enough for me. I know I care about you. And I would love to continue to see you. I will gladly follow our agreement for the term of the contract. After that, though, I don’t want to be the woman who waits around for a man to come to me only when he wants sex.”
His eyes dart off to one side, and he looks like he’s contemplating telling me something, but he only says, “I don’t want a normal relationship.”
Propping myself up on the pillows, I ask, “And why is that, Owen?”
His frown makes me think I might be digging into old wounds he’d rather not revisit. But he’ll have to if he wants me.
Owen
Although I can’t understand why my mouth is moving, telling so much about myself, I do it anyway, “My father and mother divorced when we were kids. They did terrible things to one another in the name of love and family. They pulled and pushed, ripping us all up in the process, each claiming all they did was for the love of their family. What they did showed me how marriage really is. I don’t believe in the fairytale most couples talk about.”
Petra’s soft hand moving over my chest makes me look at it. “Divorce must be hard to go through. I wouldn’t know. I never knew my father. He left mom early on. I had no father figure at all. Then this rich guy met Mom at the bank where she worked and swept her off her feet and away from me. Now I have no one.” She sees my sad face and leans up to kiss my cheek. “Don’t look at me that way. I’m making my own way in this world. I don’t need a safety net.”
“But you do need people you can count on,” I tell her.
“It sounds like you don’t have that either. And you’re doing great, might I remind you. I have my education, my career that will sprout soon, and, thanks to you, enough money to make my life easy.”
“I didn’t have a safety net either. You’re right,” I agree.
“As far as thinking that love can last forever, well, I have to admit that I have a hard time believing that. My mother told me my father preached his love for her and he left soon after I was born.”
“Then we have similar ideas about what we believe and want out of life,” I say as I pull her close to me and think I might get her to do things the way I want.
She places her hand on my chest to stop me from pulling her all the way to me. “Owen, I know I said I have a hard time believing love can last forever, but I’m a romantic at heart. If I were to trek clear across the country for a man, I’d want to be more than a woman he comes to when he feels like it.”
“What if I felt like it a lot?” I ask her as I cuddle her. “I might want to more than I normally want to be with a woman. I mean, I’ve felt more for you than anyone else.”
“And I believe you,” she says, then looks up at me. “But even so, I’d want something stable. You and I will be spending three months doing things the way you want to. I can see how that would become a pattern you’d see nothing wrong with. And I get it. But I’d want more.”
“Like how much more?” I ask, as I have no idea what she wants.
“It felt good waking up in your arms. Did you like waking up the way you did?” she asks as she blinks up at me.
Her doe-like eyes compel me to kiss her and I lean in to grab a little kiss. “I loved the way I woke up this morning.”
“Well, that’s what I want, long-term. I want to go to bed together every night possible. I want to wake up with the man I fell asleep with. I want to plan our days, nights, and weekends together. Go out together, stay in together, and be ourselves at all times. I want to feel comfortable in my own skin with a man and I want him to feel that way with me too.”
With a frown, I say, “The fairytale, Petra. The story every supposedly happy couple tells those of us who hang onto being single and happy all alone. Don’t you see how you’re falling for what they want you to believe?”
“Maybe I am falling for that happily-ever-after that so many couples talk about. But what kind of life would this be if we never thought there could be more? You tell me how you think your life will be if all you ever do is come to me when you get the urge to fuck.”
“Well, you might hate this, but I think it would be fucking awesome!” I laugh and tickle her.
She laughs and wiggles as I tickle her, until she’s wiggled herself off the pillows and is lying flat on her back. “Owen, stop!”
The way she looks up at me as I stop tickling her takes my attention so completely. “Petra, promise me you’ll think about it. This summer will let you know how things will be if you decide to do this with me full time. I don’t think it’ll be as bad as you think it might. And I’ll keep taking care of you. Buy you a car and a huge home. Anything you want, you will have it. And, like I said before, you won’t be a secret. We’ll go out together whenever we want. You’ll just be expected to wait for me to ask you. Wait for me to come to you. Allow me to come to you whenever I want. That kind of thing. It doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”
She strokes my cheek as she gazes up at me. “Owen, you make it sound easy, but I know I’d want you around as much as possible and I’d want
you to care about what I might want or need out of a relationship too. It’s so much more than giving me a home and transportation. It’s being there when I’ve had a hard day and reminding me I have someone who loves me. It’s about sharing the hard times as well as the good times.”
“But no one has all that, baby. It’s a myth.”
“And what about kids, Owen?” she asks. “Are we never going to have any?”
“No, we won’t have any, Petra.” I stare at her and wonder if she has a clue how hard parents splitting up is on the kids. “I don’t want to bring innocent children into a world where they can be hurt so badly by what other people do.”
“Then what’s it all about, Owen?” she asks me as she runs her hands through my hair. “Is it about men and women meeting up, screwing because it feels good, then leaving each other to the harsh world? Is it about never procreating because life is hard and people get hurt? Is it about letting your past stop you from moving into the future? A future you have a hand in creating for yourself and any people you love.”
“Oh, baby, you are one of those women who believe in the lie of love. Maybe you won’t want what I do. But I’m going to try my best to get you to see what life could be if you could accept my limitations.”
“Limitations like not being able to commit to one woman?”
Shaking my head, I answer, “That’s not a problem. If you and I keep going, I won’t see any other women. I can make that promise. But I won’t live with you. I won’t make my schedule around you. But I will expect you to make me a priority and be there when I need you. And I would expect you to not see any other men.”
“That doesn’t sound like enough for me,” she says, sending my heart plummeting.
“Well, if you feel that way, then I see no choice other than to go on as if that’s not a possibility,” I tell her as I get up, then turn around and grab her up, taking her to the shower with me.
She wraps her arms around me as she laughs. “Owen, you’re crazy.”
“I know.” I spin her around, then hold her out so she can turn on the water. Then I step into the shower with her and put her down on her feet.
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