Power Play - A MFMMM Reverse Harem Billionaire Romance (You Can't Resist a Bad Boy Book 6)

by Layla Valentine

  His lips curled as he glanced at me from the corner of his eye. It was all I could do to keep from outright begging him to tell me what had happened on the phone. He seemed far too composed for the situation, and when his hand found my own again, I struggled to calm my racing heartbeat.

  “Their intel shows that you’ve gone missing,” he began, his voice shaking.

  My entire being was gripped with fear at the idea of the FBI already knowing that Owen had helped me escape, and I stuttered for a moment, fighting tears. He wasn’t done talking, though, and his voice was tinged with disbelief as he spoke again.

  “They’ve decided that the mission is a wash. They’re turning their attention to other ways of bringing your father in. As far as they’re concerned, you have ceased to exist,” he continued, sounding almost giddy.

  The idea that they had given up on finding me was a surprising one, but I knew Owen wasn’t so malicious as to make up something like that on the spot. He was smart, but if he hadn’t been interrupted before the phone call, I was sure he was going to confirm that his feelings were as deep as my own.

  I tried not to get too wrapped up in that desperate hope, but the expression he fixed me with as we made our way deeper into the Californian desert set alight a burning desire in me.

  “I don’t understand. They’re not going to come looking for us?” I asked.

  He grinned, shaking his head. My heart was nearly pounding out of my chest, and it was all I could do to keep from lurching across the center console to passionately lock lips with my savior.

  “But…you’re going to be returning to your base in Hawaii after two weeks, right? So I might never see you again,” I said, the realization settling on me like a ton of bricks.

  He sighed, pulling the car over to the side of deserted road. I realized we were going to have a very serious conversation, and I wasn’t sure I was prepared to have my heart shattered.

  “Emily…as much as my life in the military has meant to me over the years, I have no doubt in my heart that you mean even more. It’s soon, I know, and I’ve never been one to rush my feelings, but I’m also not one to ignore them when I feel so strongly about someone. When Gomez called, he interrupted something I’ve been biding my time to say. I wanted it to be perfect; I wanted it to be romantic…” he explained, leaning back in the driver’s seat.

  I tried to remain calm, but the hitch in my breath had to be noticeable.

  “What is it, Owen? You know you can tell me anything,” I whispered, my heart pounding so frantically that I was surprised he couldn’t hear it hammering against my ribcage.

  He smiled, a gentle expression as he reached out to grip my chin in his hand. I exhaled a quaking breath, the anticipation building up to a near crescendo inside me.

  “Emily, I would give up anything as long as it meant we were together. I love you, with a passion and certainty that I’ve never felt for anyone else. In two weeks, once I’ve received my vacation pay, I will be resigning from my job. I’m going to give you a taste of the freedom that you’ve longed for, for too long. I just want to be sure that’s what you want…to remain by my side,” he said with adoration in his eyes.

  I was unable to swallow my gasp, the sheer ecstasy of knowing that the man I’d given my virginity to loved me. He actually loved me.

  “I’m free? You…love me?” I stammered, almost unable to believe it.

  He laughed, a loud and joyous sound as he lurched across the car to capture my lips in a tender kiss. Tears spilled down my cheeks, though this time, they were tears of joy. I couldn’t believe that after so many years of being a glorified prisoner, I was free. Not only that, I would never have to worry about being alone.

  Threading my fingers in Owen’s hair, I deepened our kiss with a desperation that I was almost embarrassed by. He moaned into me, pulling away all too soon and fumbling with his seatbelt. I watched him with a curious expression, the heat building in my gut as he pushed the door open and all but fell out of the car. He circled around to my side, and I obligingly unfastened my seatbelt when he threw my door open.

  “There’s more room in the back,” he suggested, his voice gruff.

  I tried not to sweat under the intensity of his stare, jumping out of the car and squeaking as he pressed me against the door. His attention was anything but gentle, the complete opposite to the first time we made love. There was desperation on both parts, and I squealed as he nudged a knee between my thighs. His lips found my neck, nipping and kissing the sensitive skin there.

  “You drive me crazy,” I gasped, and he flicked his tongue to my earlobe.

  “You haven’t seen anything, yet. I’m going to rock your world,” he whispered into my ear, his breath hot.

  I whimpered, wrapping my arms around his neck as he grabbed me under my rear and guided me into the backseat. He tossed me inside, and I made a desperate attempt to shimmy out of my pants. He watched me with hungry amusement dancing in his eyes, like a cat playing with a mouse.

  “Please, please. I want you so bad,” I pleaded, lifting my hips as he helped me with my jeans.

  He slid them down my legs slowly and sensually, his fingertips grazing each inch of exposed skin. When he got to my feet, he grinned and tossed my pants into the front seat. He leaned in, grabbing me by the ankle and pressing a kiss to the top of my foot before dragging his tongue up my leg.

  I moaned, unable to form actual words as he worked me up higher than I’d ever been before.

  “We’re going to take this nice and slow. There’s no rush, anymore. We’re free, baby,” he murmured.

  He drew away, tossing his head back and shouting towards the sky.

  “We’re free!” he cried out, and my arousal only surged as he crawled into the car, slamming the door shut behind him.

  The air conditioner was still blessedly pumping out cool air, but my skin felt like it was on fire. Owen loomed over me, pulling his shirt off over his head and sitting back to watch me for a moment. The ravenous look told me all I needed to know about how passionately he would make love to me.

  “Touch me,” I whispered, sitting up a little to shed my shirt and bra.

  He palmed my breast, then pinched my nipple, causing me to cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. My panties were already uncomfortably damp, and we’d barely even gotten started. He gently rubbed my breast after the pinch, soothing the tingle that remained.

  “Too much?” he inquired softly, leaning in to press a kiss to the stiff peak.

  I groaned, shaking my head desperately.

  “More. More,” I demanded, pressing a hand to the back of his head.

  He allowed himself to be pressed flush to my chest, gripping the nipple opposite the one he’d pinched in his teeth. They were just barely touching the skin, but it was enough to make another gush of wetness soak my panties. I hadn’t orgasmed yet, but I was so damn wet just from his teasing.

  If the buildup was doing so much to me, I couldn’t imagine how it would feel when he was hilted inside me again.

  Owen seemed to be in no rush, removing his teeth and sucking on my rosy bud. I all but screamed, dragging my nails down the expanse of his back.

  “Someone’s eager,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot.

  I whined, rolling my hips towards him. I needed friction, desperate for his experienced touch between my thighs.

  He hummed, the vibrations against my nipple setting loose the shout I’d managed to contain up until that moment. He grinned, kissing his way down my stomach and settling between my thighs. The car was cramped, but I couldn’t think of anywhere I would rather be.

  Looping his fingers in the waistband of my panties, he slowly eased them down. The slick that had seeped out of me clung to them, and I watched with an inexplicable thrill as he tossed them in the same direction he’d tossed my pants.

  My breath stuttered as he leaned in, spreading my outer lips with his fingers and giving me a slow, sensual lick. My body stiffened, and it was nearly enoug
h to make me come undone on the spot. He peered up at me from between my thighs, lapping at my slit as he grasped my hips in his hands. He drew me closer, sloppily enjoying every drop.

  I might have been embarrassed by the sounds if I weren’t so taken with him. In the moment, it only served to heighten the sensations.

  Teetering on the edge, I grabbed at him with fumbling hands and brought him up to kiss me. I could taste myself on his lips, and I whimpered into his mouth as I felt him shift his hands down to his own pants. I was smitten, driven to the very brink of ecstasy as I saw his massive member spring free.

  “Please, Owen. Just…put it inside me,” I gasped, reddening at how crude I sounded.

  He moaned in response, wrapping his hand around his girth and pressing the tip against me. I wrapped a leg around him, pulling him against me without any further hesitation.

  Owen gasped as he was hilted inside me, his body shaking as he desperately locked lips with me. I was almost sure he would take my breath, my lungs feeling as if they would burst. Somehow, that only made me hornier.

  “You’re so perfect. I love you so much,” he whispered.

  I stared adoringly at him, burying my face in his neck. I pecked tenderly at the skin there, my body pleasantly sore as he pistoned into me. I felt myself being brought higher and higher, and when I thought I couldn’t take any more, I clenched around him, crying out his name in the steamed-up car. He continued to jerk his hips, prolonging my orgasm and driving himself closer to his own.

  When I thought I knew all the pleasure there could be, fireworks shot off in my head as another orgasm tore through me.

  The sensations were nearly enough to make me cry, and I threw my head back as my entire body shook with delight. He gasped out my name, ducking his head and filling me up one more time before he was enveloped in his own orgasmic bliss. His mouth hung open, and he panted desperately.

  I allowed my head to sink into the cushion of the back seat as I stared into his eyes.

  “Is this what freedom feels like?” I whispered, my voice laced with awe.

  He chuckled, remaining inside me as he began to affectionately pepper my face with kisses. I grinned, happily wrapping my arms around him as he showered me with affection.

  “Freedom, yes, and love. It’s wonderful, isn’t it?” he cooed.

  “I can’t think of anywhere I would rather be, than here with you. I never thought I would know what love was like. I didn’t think I’d ever know something like my parents shared. Now…now I know how much I was missing. It makes the years of being alone worth it, being here in your arms now,” I confessed earnestly.

  “You’ll never be alone again, Emily. I will spend the rest of my life showing you how much I care about you,” he murmured.

  It hit me, in that moment, that I truly had the rest of my life to live as I pleased. I didn’t have to worry about being locked in a gilded cage any longer. I thought I had known happiness, but the truth was that I’d never been truly happy before that very moment.

  Funny, how being kidnapped was what it took to make my life worthwhile. I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

  Chapter 23

  Emily

  The following month was the most excitement I had ever experienced. Owen was eager to show me everything the United States had to offer, and I was happy to let him be my guide. We traveled from the bottom of California, making a winding trip through all the inland states, where I was told we would end up in Florida when all was said and done.

  Owen was oddly nervous around the midway point, and I was somewhat confused to see that we were going on a path that didn’t seem to match what he’d outlined. If it had been any other man, the unexpected diversion might have caused me to worry. As it stood, I was content to let him take me wherever his heart desired.

  I paid close attention to the road signs, trying to determine our end destination without asking him outright. I had my suspicions, but when I saw the sign that read ‘Welcome to West Virginia’, I was sure my heart would explode from the sheer excitement I felt.

  “Are we here to see your family?” I asked gently, receiving a somewhat nervous smile in response.

  It wasn’t usual for Owen to lose his confidence, but I could tell he was really going out on a limb. I wasn’t sure how his parents would react to meeting me, but he seemed even less sure of how they would react to seeing him. I could deal with them not liking me, but if they were cruel to their son, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep my cool.

  “I might not have always gotten along with my dad, but I know he loves me. My mother will be thrilled to meet you, especially if she thinks there’s any chance in hell I might give her grandchildren. She’s kind and sweet and I’m sure she’ll love you. It’s just a matter of how they’ll feel about seeing me after so long,” he said quietly.

  His hands tensed on the steering wheel, and I could tell he was deeply bothered by the idea of his parents being unhappy to see him. I was sure he had nothing to worry about, and planned to tell him as such.

  Before I could get the words out, however, he pulled into the driveway of a small brick house with a white picket fence. It was quaint and pretty, and I was excited to see what kind of life Owen had experienced growing up. I turned to face him, eager to get out and introduce myself. He seemed anxious, twitching somewhat as he stared at the house.

  “Well, time to bite the bullet,” I said, reaching out to rub his arm soothingly.

  He met my gaze, smiling and nodding with more confidence. We got out of the car just as an older couple stepped out of the house, a handsome gentleman that I could immediately place as Owen’s father looking rather shocked to see us. Owen parted his lips to speak, but his mother rushed towards him with a squeal of delight.

  “My baby! It’s been so long since you’ve been home; look at you! All grown up and handsome,” she cooed, reaching out to smoosh his cheeks.

  He blushed, drawing her into his arms and hugging her tightly.

  “It’s so good to see you, Mom,” he said quietly.

  She smiled, wiping a happy tear away from her eye. Then, she turned to look at me. I offered a little wave, not sure what else to do—it wasn’t like I’d ever met a boyfriend’s parents before. Her eyes widened, and she rushed towards me with an excited flap of her hands.

  “And who is this? Gary, Owen has brought a girlfriend home,” she called.

  I giggled nervously, suddenly aware of the intense stare of Owen’s father. He stepped towards me, his expression cold for a moment before he broke into a smile. He offered his hand, and I shook it firmly.

  “So, you must be the one who convinced our son to pay a visit,” he guessed.

  I shook my head, gesturing for Owen to step closer.

  “No, this was all Owen’s idea, sir. He really wanted to see you. Both of you,” I said reassuringly.

  Gary looked unsure, but Owen stepped towards him and offered a hug. The two smiled before embracing, and I felt honored to be witnessing such a moment—the moment a family reformed. I felt myself being pulled into a group hug with Owen and his parents, feeling a bit awkward but more pleased than anything.

  “So, what brings you two here? Not that I’m complaining by any means, but it is something of a shock to see you, Son,” Gary inquired, and Owen stammered for a moment before pulling me forward.

  “I wanted…I wanted you to meet my girlfriend, Emily. I thought it was only right that you meet the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with,” he said, regaining his confidence towards the end of his statement.

  His father looked impressed, and it was my turn to have my cheeks smooshed by his mother. I laughed a bit at the attention, allowing Owen and his parents to lead me inside. They exchanged chit-chat as we walked, and I wondered if they liked me as much as they seemed to.

  We stayed for dinner, but Owen seemed to have a lot on his mind as he picked at his food. His parents chatted amicably with me, but I couldn’t help feeling as if something were wrong. I
didn’t quite understand why my boyfriend looked so troubled, and every time I caught his eye, he averted his gaze away. I frowned, glancing back towards the homemade beef stew his mother had prepared.

  “This stew is better than anything I’ve ever had in a restaurant,” I said amicably, and Owen’s mother, Barb, looked tickled pink by the comment.

  “I’ll have to write down the recipe for you, honey. Owen loves…well, he usually loves the stew I make. Honey, is there something bothering you?” she asked gently, reaching out to touch her son’s hand.

  Owen flinched, glancing towards me with something akin to fear in his eyes.

  “I’m fine, Mom. I just—” he paused, pushing his chair back from the table and standing up.

  His parents stared curiously at him, and I was ready to make an excuse for us to leave the table, but Owen circled around to my chair, fumbling in his pockets. I tilted my head curiously, watching with confusion as he dropped down to one knee and pulled something out of his pocket.

  I felt my heart catch in my chest, my pulse quickening as I realized just what was happening.

  “Owen…?” I inquired nervously, meeting his gaze.

  He managed a smile, and his mother gasped as he popped open the velvet ring box gripped in his hand. I had seen my share of diamonds in my lifetime—my father threw gifts around like it was going out of style—but while it was obvious that Owen hadn’t been able to afford some overly expensive ring, it was without doubt the most beautiful thing I’d ever laid eyes on.

  “Emily, there aren’t a lot of things I’ve been sure of in my life. I wasn’t sure about my future, I wasn’t sure about what I wanted to do with my life, and I definitely didn’t know if I would ever fall in love. That is, until I met you. The time we’ve spent together has been the happiest of my life. I would give anything and everything in the world to make you as happy as you’ve made me.” He paused, taking the ring out of the box.