by Aaron Riley
I took a deep breath and refocused my energy. It was his turn to feel the unrelenting ecstasy. I stuck my index finger into Owen's mouth and he sucked on me hard.
“I'm so ready for you,” Owen murmured.
I moved my hand and grazed his hard cock. Owen moaned as I gripped his length. He was so thick that it was almost too easy. He collapsed against me, holding onto me tight. I kissed him hard as I stroked him harder and harder
“That feels so good, Ares. Please don't stop,” Owen yelled.
His body reacted with a spasm every time I squeezed. I could feel him become engorged. He was close. I curled my fingers and stroked faster. Owen opened his mouth and let out a groan, his body quivering all over.
The sight of him coming almost made me climax too soon. I spun him around and pinned Owen against the shower door. The water from the shower hit the top of his back and ran down his spine. He pushed out his ass until he met my erection. I was pressed right in between his ass cheeks and Owen rubbed me up and down.
“I'm going to have you now,” I whispered. Owen's hands moved to the top of the shower door to hang on. I slowly thrust into him, stretching and filling him. My fingers gripped onto his hips as I eased my way in and out. Over and over again, I drilled my way inside him and Owen moaned at the top of his lungs. My hips moved to the beat of my heart.
“Harder, Ares,” he commanded.
I pounded him against the shower door. “I'm close,” I warned Owen.
“Wait for me,” he begged. I used every ounce of power to hold my orgasm at bay.
Owen came around me, almost bucking me off her, and I finally found my sweet release. “Oh Owen,” I moaned.
We fell to the shower floor in a sweaty and wet mess. “I never knew sex could be so good,” I said, chuckling to myself.
“'Me either. My orgasms are like nuclear bombs going off inside me. I don't think I'm going to be able to walk for days.”
I collected Owen in my arms and laid him against me. My heart was beating so fast against his back. No man had ever made me feel this way. “Do you ever get scared when you operate on someone?” I asked.
“What made you think of that?” he replied, looked back at me.
I shrugged. “Just curious I guess. I've never really been with a doctor before.”
“The key to keeping calm is knowing how to control your fear. You must have some idea of the concept whenever you're in gunfight. When I was nine years old, my family went on a vacation to the Grand Canyon. It wasn't so much a vacation as it was a way for my father to educate us more. Anyways while I was admiring the massiveness of the canyon, I felt something on my foot. I looked down to see a black scorpion crawling across my sandal.”
“Holy shit, that would have freaked me the fuck out.”
Owen nodded. “I wanted to kick it away and run for the hills. But my dad noticed me and screamed to stay frozen. The scorpion stayed put and didn't move. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and my dad made me breathe in and out slowly. The fear slowly subsided and the scorpion moved along after a few moments. If my dad wasn't there, I would've tried to fling him off and I surely would've been stung. Now whenever something goes wrong in the operating room, I just remember to breathe until the fear goes away. Nothing could be scarier than a scorpion about to strike.”
I shivered. “I hate bugs. I would have kicked it away no matter what.”
“I can't imagine you hating bugs.” Owen laughed, pointing at my tattoo.
“Silly man, that isn't real. But if an actual Devil's Hellions was around, I'd already be out of the apartment.”
Owen patted my leg. “Don't worry, Ares, I'll protect you.”
I sneaked my hands under his armpits and tickled him until he apologized.
After we both calmed down, I looked at my fingers. “Might be time to get out now, I'm all pruned.”
Owen wrapped my arms around him. “But it feels so nice in here.”
I smiled and raked my fingers through his hair. I never wanted to leave. Owen was someone I could actually commit to. A man who was my equal. Someone I could love.
Chapter Twenty
Owen
The clock radio next to my bed started to ring at eight in the morning. My hand reached out from under the covers and searched around until I found the snooze button. Strong arms wrapped around me and a sculpted body spooned me from behind. I looked over to see Ares all naked and smiling next to me.
“Good morning, Owen.” Ares yawned.
“I didn't think you were the type of guy to stay the night.”
“There's always a first for everything.” Ares kissed me and his morning breath didn't even bother me.
I rolled over and nestled in the nook between his arm and chest. “Can we stay in bed all day?”
Ares traced his fingers across the bare skin of my arm. “I wouldn't want anything more.”
Was this really happening? Did I really sleep with the biker? I wanted to pinch myself to make sure it wasn't a dream. I'd never felt this happy before. Not even when I graduated from med school or became a real doctor. I always thought I'd dedicate my life to my career—that it would be enough to satisfy me.
I didn't know what I was missing.
I felt this overwhelming love for Ares. I'd only known him for a short while but it felt right. Felt like we belonged together. But could this really work? We were so different. Could I stay with an outlaw?
“Do you think we could really work together?”
Ares lifted my chin until his gaze met mine. “Don't we deserve to be happy?”
I kissed him, feeling his strong embrace. “Yes,” I replied. “How about some breakfast?” I asked.
Ares nodded. “Sounds fantastic. I didn't know you knew how to cook.”
I laughed. “I don't actually. My sister Winona has been doing all the cooking even though she isn't very good either.”
Ares cocked an eyebrow.“She's the one that said she'll kill me if I hurt you, right?”
I sucked my lips in. “Yep, she's the one. I'm sorry, she's actually pretty harmless.”
Ares hid behind the sheets. “I think I'll stay here why you go find us some breakfast.”
I swung my legs over him and straddled his hips. “Don't tell me the great Ares King is afraid of a girl?”
Ares swung a pillow out of nowhere and hit me right in the face. He could barely contain his laughter. I scoffed and grabbed my own pillow, swinging with all my might. My hit didn't even phase him. Ares attacked with his tickling that rendered me useless. I fell over and Ares rolled on top of me, pinning my arms above my head. His dark eyes gazed into mine, his lips all serious.
“I'm never going to leave you, Owen Holmes.” He bent down and bit my bottom lip.
“You better not, or I'll hunt you down,” I replied, kissing him passionately.
Maybe an outlaw and a doctor could actually be together?
THE END