Welcome to One Shot Week and the sequel chapter for this story brought to you by multiple requests for a sequel. I hope you enjoy the fluff and the smut! In fact, we are beginning with smut!
This is all in Clare's pov again and picks up exactly where the other left off.
Ch. 2 The Kiss My Lover Brings
Our lips stay locked in the kiss and he picks me up in his arms, he carries me upstairs to his bed and lies me down. Our lips stay locked together as he begins fingering the buttons on my blouse to get them open and I do the same to his belt. I slide his belt off just as he opens enough buttons to get my blouse open. His hand goes in and he reaches around my back unhooking my bra and squeezing my breasts. I moan and get his jeans open rubbing his crotch with my knee. It doesn't take very long for us to be without our clothes. Owen lies me down and gently pins my wrists above my head. He kisses my neck and I open my legs as he rubs my pussy lips getting me wet. When I'm dripping he just glides into me as if we were perfectly made for each other.
I moan and grip him tightly with my hands and legs. He thrusts gently a couple of times and my entire body quivers. My entire body tingles, quivers with electricity and carnal wanting and I can feel his body doing the same. An energy shared between us and amped up with every thrust of his hard cock into my waiting pussy. He thrusts slowly at first but soon my hips are bucking I'm aching to release. Owen knows this or he's dying for release too because he begins to speed up, making love so fast and so hard that we meld into one and both explode into blissfully carnal, rapturously window-shattering orgasm!
"Mmm that was fantastic," I grin releasing a satisfied breath as Owen lies next to me.
"Yes it was," he smiles.
"So in love huh?" I question rolling on my side.
"Yup love at first sight," he smirks putting his arm around me.
"You first saw me in high school," I remind him.
"Okay love at first sight after not seeing you for several years," Owen replies and I giggle. "So let me show you where you'll be working to write the biography," he says getting up and bringing me with him.
"There's no furniture in this room," I comment when he sets me down in a small bedroom/office area.
"You can pick out the furniture, whatever you like. Not just this room either the entire house. I'll be leaving tomorrow for a couple of away games but you get started on the book and get the house decorated. You can stay here if you like, I'll make sure you have full access to the house."
"You're awfully trusting to let me stay here while you're gone," I comment.
"Why? I've known you since high school I know you wouldn't steal anything or throw a party."
"So I get to pick out all the furniture?" I question as we walk back to the bedroom.
"Yeah anything you like, just promise me no pink lace or anything too feminine," Owen remarks.
"I promise," I smile.
We retrieve part of our clothes and go to the kitchen. I make us sandwiches while Owen programs all the things for the house into my phone. Then he shows me how to use it while we eat. The locks open with the app or a finger print but Owen says he'll make me a key for other doors in the house. After we eat he gives me his credit card for buying furniture for the house and the number of his manager in case I have trouble with anything. I stay all day, doing some work for the paper from his house. I do go home after dinner though, I have to be back at the paper in the morning and he leaves very early for the airport.
"I'll see you in a couple of days," Owen says giving me a passionately salacious kiss at the door.
"I'll miss you," I grin before going to my car.
I fall asleep easily and dream of Owen all night. I find a text from him on my phone saying he misses me already and I smile rolling the corner of lip between my teeth. I shower and change quickly for work, I spend all morning at the paper on various articles and in the early afternoon stop at furniture store. I start with furniture for the office where I'll be working on the book. Owen said I could spend whatever I want but I'm not going to go crazy. I pick out a nice desk, something that's practical for what I need to write but also something that Owen will like and can use if he needs to. It will also be good for me if I need to work for the paper from his house. I get a comfortable chair and an arm chair for the office in case we're both in there together. Then I get some other basics; a sofa, coffee table and end tables. I begin with that and ask that the furniture be delivered in the morning. Once all the furniture is in and set up I'll see what else is needed, certainly some decorations and pictures and little touches like that. Possibly more furniture too, a dining room table perhaps, but I'm not sure that he wants me to decorate all the guest rooms as well.
Owen and I text while he's gone and speak on the phone a couple of times. I spend most of the two days getting the house decorated, after the first order of furniture is in I order some more and then shop for wall art and decorations. Things I think Owen will like, after all it is his house and I want it to still feel like his home and not like I'm taking over. I do get a small start on the book, not a big one because I don't really know anything about his childhood and only a little about his time in high school. I mostly write about his athletic ability and standing up for his brother. I do end up sleeping here, staying the night because it's easier and working from his place during the day. I am very happy, and for many reasons, to see Owen when he gets home though.
We get no work done that day as we spend the rest of the day in bed. It's not until the weekend that we actually begin work on the book. Once we begin however the work progresses quickly, actually it hardly seems like work. Owen talks and I take notes, recording or transcribing as he tells me about his childhood, his friends, his family. When he leaves for his next away game I put it all together and turn it into a book, it has everything from the first time he picked up a football to the Maple Leaf's latest victory and what he foresees for his career after hockey. Owen asked me to write the foreward for the book since I am writing the book. By the time he returns I have it ready for him to look over.
"It's perfect, you captured everything I said and then wrote it out even better. You're incredible," Owen grins crushing his lips to mine.
"It's ready to be sent to the publisher then but now I don't have any reason to be here every day."
"I'm in love with you isn't enough of a reason?" Owen pouts keeping hold of me. "You…" he whispers gently touching his lips to my neck, "will be here…" he whispers against my skin kissing my flesh after each word, "as often as you like," he tells me kissing my jaw and then locking his eyes onto mine. "Because I am in love with you and you are my girl."
I smile, looping my arms around his neck and crushing my lips to his. He leans me against the desk and grips my dress pulling it up. His fingers tickling the flesh on my thighs, just gently teasing the flesh near my pussy. I can feel his fingers barely grazing the cotton of my panties and I let out a wanting whimper. Owen smiles into the kiss, knowing he has control of my body now. He gently squeezes my breast through the dress and I whimper again. I'm getting wet and I'm sure he can feel it soaking my panties. After another moment he lifts me up setting me on the desk, lifting the dress and taking my panties he rips them down until they fall to my ankles. He opens his jeans, and takes them down with his boxers. My legs wrap around him and he spears into me, hard and swift eliciting a fulfilled moan as his thick hard erection fills me. We move in tandem, making love and moaning loudly until we both explode in erotically satisfied orgasm.
"Stay the night again, you have enough clothes. You can spend tomorrow night at your place if you really want to. Have I mentioned how much I like the new décor here?"
"I'm glad you like it because you bought it all."
I don't go back to my place the following night in fact, I practically move into Owen's place over the next few weeks. The book is approved by the publisher and sent for printing. I've already fallen in love with Owen and by the time the book is printed and published hockey season is over and I've moved into Owen's house completely and out of mine. For the last couple of weeks we've been taking advantage of the fact that I can work from home and we have time until his training season begins. We've made love in every room of the house at least once and we've furnished the other rooms. And then the publisher and Owen's agent want us to go on a book tour to promote his biography. I'm given a leave from the paper to do so and preparations are made and we leave in June for a 10 stop book tour in 10 major cities throughout Canada and a few cities in the US.
"The audience seems to be all male," I comment when we arrive at the first bookstore in Ottawa where we're kicking off the tour.
"It's a book about a hockey player what were you expecting? Besides there's a few women," Owen replies.
"Yes in their forties who seem to be here just to drool over you and possibly flirt with you," I remark crossing my arms.
"Maybe but I'm already deeply in love with a wonderful woman so that's just too bad for them," Owen responds cupping my chin and capturing my lips.
Owen is announced and I get announced as the author of the book and walk out with him. After they stop clapping Owen thanks me for writing the book and then he reads part of a chapter. And then he signs copies of the book for the next two hours, mostly I'm bored but the women that came all tell me how very lucky I am to have worked with Owen and written his biography.
"I'm not sure I actually needed to be there, the only people to really notice I was there was the women. They only noticed because they were jealous that I got to work with you," I remark when we're in the car that's taking us back to our hotel room.
"Imagine how jealous they'd be if they knew you'd stolen my heart and we made love every night," Owen grins licentiously and begins pulling up my skirt.
"Owen," I laugh taking his hand away, "there's a driver wait until we're at the hotel," I admonish and he begins to whine like a puppy.
He barely makes it back to our hotel room. The very second we're in the door he tosses me over his shoulder and tosses me gently to the bed. I have to stop him from ripping my clothes off, instead we divest ourselves of our clothes as quickly as we can. When I'm nude before him he grins, grinning with a licentious pleasure and lustful delight as though he's seeing me naked for the first time. He does this every time and it always makes me feel beautiful and sexy every time he does it.
He takes me by the waist and lies me on the bed, gently pinning my wrists above my head as he begins laying open mouth kisses along my body. I moan and caress his chest, opening my legs the closer he gets to them and when sucks on my clitoris my entire body trembles and I cry out his name. His tongue opens my pussy lips, flicking around and exciting every nerve in my core. His tongue keeps going until I release, orgasming with a shout of his name. While I'm still recovering from orgasm Owen moves and thrusts into me with his now stiff length. I lift my legs and bend my knees beckoning him in further. Bucking my hips in rhythm to his movements until both of us erupt with orgasmic bliss and scream out the other's name.
It's been a long day and after releasing we fall asleep. The next day it's up early and in the car to Montreal, several more cities and several more days and always pretty much the same, but we always fall asleep after a night of making love. Halfway through the tour we're in Seattle and the night begins like all the others. The place is mostly men with a few women who are here mostly here to flirt with Owen. I get introduced as the author and then sit behind and just to the right of Owen as he begins reading from the book and when he's done people clap.
"This book may have been written without the wonderful, the beautiful, the talented Clare Edwards but it definitely would not be the same book, and I would not be the same man," Owen says turning to me and holding out his hand. I take his hand and stand up, he steps us away from the podium and takes my other hand before going down on one knee and the entire room gasps.
"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" I giggle nervously.
"Clare Diana Edwards you are beautiful and smart and an incredibly talented writer and I am deeply in love with you. Will you make me the happiest man ever and marry me?"
"Yes," I grin.
Owen stands, the room claps and our lips meld together in a joyous and sizzling kiss!
Hope you enjoyed this last hot and fluff filled chapter, this is it and I mean this time so many things on my list.