Unfinished

by Shae Scott

  “Baby, I’m not going to fuck you in this car…at least not this time,” His voice was husky and thick and it alone turned me on even more.

  I took his face in my hands and stared deep into his eyes, letting him know my next words were said without question. “Then take me inside.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  I saw the sexy smirk begin, and this time I didn’t mind it so much. He opened the door and I managed to climb off him and to the ground. My legs were weak though, so I was glad when he was beside me giving me support. He leaned down and kissed me once, then grabbed my hand and led me towards the front door.

  I couldn’t follow him fast enough. My insides felt like they were full of electricity. It was an intense need for him that I hadn’t experienced with anyone else ever before. It was more than intoxicating. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that this was a point of no return. I knew that after tonight I wasn’t going to be able to fool myself into thinking we could be just friends.

  I heard Owen chuckle as he fumbled with the lock. “I can’t get the damn door opened,” he muttered through frustrated teeth. I could have helped him, but I was busy running my hands across his broad shoulders and back. I pressed myself against him, impatient.

  “There.” I felt us move forward as the door opened and he led us inside. He tossed the keys onto the table near the door as I shut it behind us. I leaned back against it and watched him. The heady fog that surrounded me was no less dizzying than the one I’d had the previous night filled with tequila. My teeth sunk into my bottom lip as I watched him stalk back towards me. He took my face into his hands, running his thumb across my lip to release it from the hold. “God, you are so beautiful,” he said softly as he moved in to kiss me. It was soft and lacking the urgency that we’d had in the car. I let him take the moment as he explored my mouth with his tongue, tasting me. I relished in the feel of his lips as they moved down my throat to the cleavage below. I let my hands run along the hard lines of his body. As sweet as he was, I still had the need to feel his skin. I moved to lift his shirt and caught his eyes.

  “I need this off,” I said. He obliged, lifting his arms so I could remove the soft cotton t shirt. I returned my hands to feel him, letting my lips move across him. I wanted to lick and kiss him all over. He groaned loudly and I could feel his sweetness beginning to fall away as the animalistic need began to take over again. His eyes found mine, they were dark and hooded.

  “My turn,” he commanded me as he spun me so that my back was pressed against him. I felt his lips on my neck and his hands at my zipper. He unzipped it slowly, the sound of it sending a shiver across my skin. He let the dress fall to my feet and I stepped out of it, turning to face him again. He took a moment to take me in and it made me heat. His fingers brushed across my shoulder hooking the strap of my pink lace bra and moving it down my shoulder. He leaned forward and left a soft kiss there. “Silk,” he murmured as he ran his tongue across my skin, leaving goosebumps behind on my overly heated skin. “Have I mentioned how sexy you are in those damn boots? Do you know how long this image has been haunting my mind?” His mouth moved across my collar bone to the other shoulder where he licked and kissed some more. My body was a constant hum, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take his teasing.

  “Owen.” I breathed out his name and it came out sounding as if I was begging him. And let’s face it, I pretty much was.

  He took my cue and kissed me hungrily. I clung to him, my fingertips digging into his shoulders. The need I had for him was growing to the point where I thought I might explode. “Owen. I need you.” The words came out desperate. He picked me up, his hands grabbing my ass and squeezing. I felt him moving us, but I wasn’t sure where we were going. I didn’t care. I moved against him, desperate to feel him against me. My back hit the wall and he pressed against me kissing me deeply, his hands all over me. It was hungry and needy and it made me feel mad with desire. I had never been this turned on before.

  I reached for his waist, working at his belt buckle, needing this barrier to be gone between us. I needed to feel him, all of him, inside me. I didn’t want to wait any longer. I managed to get his belt and buttons free, but since my legs were wrapped around him I couldn’t gain access to what I wanted. I unhooked my feet and went down to the ground, He still had me caged in with his arms and he watched me as I pushed the denim down over his hips. I stroked him through his boxer briefs and felt him jerk against my hand. He was so hard. I moved them down as well, finally freeing him. My hand moved to him, stroking him. I saw his eyes light and then he was lifting me up again. I wrapped my legs around him as he began his assault. His hand moved to my panties and as he moved them aside and teased me I did my best to move closer.

  “You are so wet. Fuck, Ally,” he growled.

  “Owen, please. I want you.” I had turned into a brazen harlot and I didn’t care one bit.

  “Let me take you to the bedroom. I don’t have anything on me.”

  I knew he was right. I knew we should be extra careful. But I knew I was clean and I had been on the pill for years, and honestly, I didn’t want to wait. I wanted him here. Now. Against this wall. Who was I?

  I grabbed his face and focused my eyes on his. “You’re clean. You test, right?” His eyes widened and he nodded slowly. I think I had just shocked him. “Me too. Safe.” I let the words hang between us for a moment as he registered what I was saying. His stare was intense and I saw the fire burn brighter in his eyes.

  “You’re sure?” he asked, voice low and sultry. “What about - ?” His voice caught on the words. I nodded my approval and saw the devilish smirk appear.

  He gripped my panties and pulled. I heard the shredding of fabric and about came unglued right then.

  “I hope you weren’t attached to those,” he growled and then he was pushing into me and my body bucked as he filled me. I felt my body tremble as he began to move.

  I cried out, clinging to him and kissing him desperately as he pressed me hard into the wall with each powerful thrust. I had never behaved this way, but it was thrilling and amazing.

  “You feel so damn good, Ally.” He nipped my ear as his hand tangled in my hair. It was all so erotic, the cold wall behind me, his hot slick skin against my body. He was so deep inside, dancing along that line of pleasure and pain and it pushed me higher and higher as my body searched for its release.

  I could feel my legs begin to tremble and I knew I was nearing a point of no return. “I feel you, you’re already so close, aren’t you, baby? Oh, God, I love to watch you come for me.” He continued to slam into me, each stroke giving more pleasure than the last. This day had been all foreplay, and had left me on the brink. I felt myself hit the edge of the cliff and then I was falling, calling out his name as my insides throbbed around him. He slowed, but continued to pump into me, letting me ride my orgasm until I was putty in his arms.

  He kissed my cheeks, my lips with soft nips. I whimpered as my body continued to hum as he moved inside me in a deliciously slow way. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet. Hold on.” He spoke into my ear and I wrapped my arms around his neck a little tighter. He began to walk with me, our bodies still connected.

  He carried me to my bedroom and slowly laid me down on the bed. He stood in front of me, grabbing one foot and sliding off the boots that I’d been wearing. “I think we’re done with these,” He smiled. He took off the other one as I gazed up at him. Even after the intense orgasm he’d just given me, the look in his eyes promised me that there was more to come. I could feel the familiar ache begin to build in me again.

  His knees hit the bed and he followed me as I moved up the bed. His knee parted my legs as he settled between them, teasing me. I could feel his hardness and I moved my hips, wanting him inside again. But he didn’t let me have my way. Instead, his mouth moved up my body, to my breasts and he tugged on my nipple with his teeth. It sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

  “You had your way. Now I get to ha
ve mine.” His breath against my skin was hot. He moved his attention to my other breast and I sighed with the intense pleasure. He kissed his way back up to my mouth. There was something to be said for kissing. Kissing Owen did amazing things to my body.

  “Look at me,” he commanded and I opened my eyes to look into his as he entered me. Our moans joined as our bodies did and I lost myself in him. He moved my arms above me, pinning them above my head, taking control of me and the moment. He moved with slow, deep and deliberate thrusts, allowing me to feel every bit of him. It pushed me steadily higher, the pleasure was intense and the fact that I couldn’t touch him ramped up the experience even more. The build was intense and I needed more.

  “Owen, please,” I wasn’t sure what I was begging for. I was so enveloped in pure pleasure, but it was almost too much. I was beginning to fear the intensity of the explosion that was building inside me. “Owen,” I moaned again.

  “Tell me, baby, tell me what you want?” He kissed my throat, my mouth, as he swallowed my moans as he continued his torturous pace.

  “Oh, God, Owen!” My pleas finally cracked his resolve and he began to pump into me faster and as he did I felt myself begin to tremble with my impending orgasm.

  “Fuck, Ally-” I felt him shake as he lost control and it did me in and I, too, was falling apart with him. He collapsed against me and we both fought to get our breathing under control. I loved the heaviness of him against me, the feel of his chest against me, heaving from exertion.

  After a long moment, he moved off of me and pulled me to him. I couldn’t speak. My body felt like jelly and I was warm and sated. Owen ran his fingers against my damp hair. “Ally?” he asked finally filling the silence.

  “Hmmm?” I still wasn’t up for full speech. I felt him laugh against me.

  “Do you have any idea just how amazing you are?” he asked softly. I smiled against him, feeling a bit shy as I looked up at him.

  “That’s some pretty sweet pillow talk, Mr. Brooks,” I smiled. He kissed my forehead and settled back into the pillows, and I rested my head against his chest again.

  “It just needed to be said,” he said simply.

  I knew that whatever tomorrow was going to bring, this memory was one that I would keep close for always.

  Chapter Nineteen

  I slept peacefully, wrapped around Owen and completely sated and exhausted from our night. I didn’t spend any time trying to figure it out. I had gone with it because I had so desperately wanted it. I spent so much of my life over-analyzing things and questioning them backwards and forwards and all that ever did was leave me feeling twisted and confused. Last night had been about letting myself go for once and doing something because it felt right, and because I wanted it. It might have been selfish, and chances are the morning light was going to bring back all of the questions and confusion, but I would worry about all of that later. For now, I was enjoying the moment and the bliss that came with it.

  I was still in that state of bliss as I slowly found consciousness. Owen’s breathing was still deep and even so I knew that he was still asleep. I took a moment to study him in private. The soft shadow of stubble made me want to run my fingers across it. He looked peaceful and so incredibly handsome. I wish I could take a picture of this moment because I wanted to remember him this way. Spending time with Owen; I had lots of moments that I wanted to freeze.

  I was startled as my alarm came on, music from the local morning show filling the quiet room. Damn alarm. It was Monday after all. Owen was flying back home to Chicago today, and I was supposed to go into work late after I’d taken him to airport. The thought made me sad. The alarm a symbol of an unwanted reality I wasn’t quite ready to deal with.

  Owen stirred beside me and I watched his eyes flutter open. I smiled at the sleepy, groggy look in his eyes. He stretched, his arms still firmly wrapped around me.

  “It’s early,” he mumbled.

  “I know,” I agreed. “We should probably get going. You have a plane to catch soon.”

  Owen glanced over at the clock, but made no move to get up. “I have hours,” he said.

  I settled back against him, not wanting to start the morning yet either. “Okay,” I said simply. Who needed reality anyway?

  “I like waking up with you,” he said softly, letting his fingers drift across my back. Neither of us had gotten dressed last night, a fact that made this moment seem decidedly more intimate.

  “I like it too,” I admitted. He covered my hand as it ran over his chest, drawing lazy circles there. He guided it down over his stomach and to his fully erect cock.

  “I mean I really like it,” he smirked.

  I instantly felt a surge of desire hit me as I wrapped my hands around him. He let out a soft sigh as I began to stroke him up and down.

  “I like it too,” I repeated my earlier statement. He groaned and quickly flipped me over so that he was hovered over me. He moved in to kiss me, but I turned my head at the last minute. “Breath,” I mumbled laughing. He turned my head back to face him and the intense look in his eyes killed the laughter and replaced it with something hot and needy. This man was going to be the death of me. That look, that single look, had me wet and ready for him.

  He didn’t kiss me; instead he ran his tongue across my throat and up to my ear as he bit down on my lobe. I felt it clear down to my toes. I pressed my lips to his jaw and his neck as I ran nails down his back. The intensity between us grew instantly, and as he pressed into me, stretching me with his fullness, I clung to him. I was sore from the night before, but not enough to forgo the pleasure that feeling him gave me. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper with each thrust. We clung to each other, no space between us as we moved together. It wasn’t long before I felt the steady build. This man knew what he was doing. Or maybe it was just that my body craved him so much that it was this quick to respond. I breathed out his name and it felt as if he moved in deeper within me. His movements sped up and I was taken away. “Oh, God, Owen, I’m so close, don’t stop.”

  “I’m with you, baby. Come with me,” his husky voice commanded and then we fell. I cried out as the orgasm tore through me. The pulsing of my insides, combined with the pulsing of him within me took me higher.

  As we came down, we rolled to our backs, each staring at the ceiling as we caught our breath. “You sure know how to make Monday morning better,” I sighed contently, looking over at him. He turned towards me and gave me his famous smirk.

  “I’ll say, that was the best alarm I’ve ever heard.” He pulled me closer to him, planting a kiss on the top of my head. “If we could market that and sell it we’d make a fortune,” he teased.

  “I’ll make a note and see if I can’t get that off the ground,” I smiled.

  We lay there a few more minutes before I forced myself to get up and face the day like a real person. “We have to get out of bed. I thought I’d make you breakfast before your flight,” I smiled sitting up.

  “Breakfast sounds good. I’m starved. I worked up quite the appetite,” he said mischievously.

  “Well, then how about you take a shower while I get started,” I offered. I climbed out of the bed and moved to grab my robe off the door hook.

  “Or, you could shower with me,” he offered, finally making a move to get out of the bed.

  I raised my eyebrow at him. “I think if I take a shower with you, we will both be less than productive,” I teased. Although the image that suddenly flooded my mind was more than a little tempting. I’m sure he could see it flash in my eyes.

  “Oh, I’m sure I could make it productive,” he offered.

  I laughed at him. “No. As nice as that sounds, I’m going to sit this one out,” I gave him a pout to let him know that I thought this was a legit sacrifice.

  “Fine,” he said walking towards me. “But how about you shower and I cook,” he smiled, kissing my cheek.

  “You’re gonna cook me breakfast?” I smiled at the thought of him in my kitchen.
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  “I am. Now scoot. You have work,” he grinned at me and I threw my hands up in surrender.

  “By all means…have at it. I like to be pampered,” I said as I sauntered off to my bathroom.

  I let the steam fill up the bathroom as the hot water fell against my skin. I was lost in daydreams as I washed my hair. I was a little sad to be rinsing away the smell of Owen from my skin, but my body still felt him. I knew that we’d have to have a talk about what happened. None of this had changed the fact that our situation was complicated. Not only did he live seven hours away from me, there was also the complication of his pseudo fake girlfriend that was seemingly tangled up in his life. I just couldn’t wrap my feelings around that one. I wanted to believe him when he told me about her and that there wasn’t really anything going on with them. But part of me was worried that believing that made me a fool. I mean he had admitted that they’d been together on occasion and that fact alone was enough to make me sick to my stomach.

  I was so afraid of being a fool in this situation. It was a constant tug at my heart. But I’d chosen to take this extra step and blur the lines even more. Now I had to deal with the repercussions of that.

  I turned the water off and wrapped myself up in a big fluffy towel. I had to wipe the fog from the mirror, to reveal my reflection. I studied myself, trying to pinpoint the differences in my face. It was the same. It didn’t showcase all of the new feelings that were dancing inside me.

  The way I saw it I had two options here. I could go for broke and see what happened between Owen and me. I could ignore all of the obstacles between us and just see what happened. Or, I could do what was smart and shut the whole thing down now. That was what I should do. But, I could still feel him. My muscles were still sore from our night together and that memory didn’t want to hear anything about being logical.