This chapter is rated Mature.
The couple arrived at Owen's bungalow; Owen swiftly hauled Ava into his arms then Ava wrapped her long legs around his waist.
He kicked his door open and pushed Ava against the wall, roughly kissing her.
She ran her fingers through his ginger brown hair, slightly tugging causing Owen to groan. He carried Ava away from the wall and placed her on his bed.
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Both Ava and Owen kicked off their shoes, continuously kissing. They broke apart to breathe, Owen took the time to rip off Ava's shirt and bra, then his own shirt. "Have you been working out?" Ava breathlessly asked. Owen flexed his biceps, "Why don't you ask these guns?"
"You're still a dork," Ava passionately kissed him, grinding her body against his. Owen broke the kiss, moving his mouth down to her breasts.
He softly massaged them while playing with her nipples.
Ava moaned at the pleasure he was granting her; her hands traveled down his torso, tracing his abs then brushing against his groin. He moaned as he pushed into her hand more.
"A little excited, are we?" Owen flipped them over, letting Ava unzip his pants. She pressed against the large tent in his boxers; slowly, she pulled his cock out and licked the tip.
Owen shuttered and gently pushed her head down, wanting her to suck on him. Ava stroked him teasingly as he made a disapproving noise. She looked at him innocently and continued to stroke slowly. He gripped her hair tightly, making her comply with his wish. Ava took him in his mouth, bobbing her head at a fast rate. Owen grunted with pleasure as Ava's tongue swirled on the tip of his cock. She slowed down her pace, removing her shorts and panties then shifting her hair to one side.
She pulled away and crawled up to Owen's pleasure filled face. "Did you like that baby?" He nodded drunkly as Ava kissed his lips, lowering herself onto him. She gasped at the unfamiliarity of his size, "You're so much bigger than I remember." Owen smirked, switching their position around so that he was on top and thrusted into her cunt hard. Ava's nails gripped into his skin, Owen hissed in pain, driving him to thrust at a fast pace.
"Oh! Fuck yes! Harder Owen, faster!" Ava shouted in pleasure, her eyes rolling back as Owen fucked her harder and faster. He slowed down, his muscles burning with sex. Ava rolled out from under and straddled Owen. She began bouncing up and down on his groin, moaning loudly. Owen recovered quickly and helped her ride him faster. Ava's walls contracted and got tighter around Owen. "Babe I'm about to cum." "So am I." With one last thrust, both came with loud moans.
Ava trembled as she stood up to shower. She walked into the shower and turned on the water. She inserted a finger in herself and tasted the mix of releases within her. "You don't know how hot that is."
Ava turned to see Owen had joined her in the bathroom, "May I join? You know, to conserve water?" She nodded, apply shampoo into her hair as Owen entered the cozy area. He had his chest against her back; he hugged Ava's waist and placed his chin on her shoulder, "Can we try something?"
She twisted her body and rinsed the shampoo out of her hair. "What do you have in mind?" Owen put on a smoldering face, "Shower sex." Ava choked down her giggles and nodded. "Right now?" She nodded again, seeing how she only had to do body wash left.
Owen hoisted her up by her legs and positioned his cock in front of her entrance. He thrusted inside her heated cunt, water trickling down either's spine. Ava moaned loudly as Owen hit a certain spot. "Right there babe! Oh fuck," Ava breathlessly informed. He hit her g-spot continuously as he adjusted his grip.
Every time Owen had thrusted into Ava, they would hear the sound of wet skin slapping together. Ava was the first to give up when her climax came. "Baby I'm gonna cum again." He nodded and thrusted harder, causing Ava to scream in ecstasy. He joined her a fraction later, unloading in her.
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"That was fun," Owen said as he dried himself off. Ava nodded in agreement, slipping into a pair of black Nike shorts. Owen threw Ava a shirt, knowing he had ripped hers while taking it off. "It's big but it's better than nothing." Ava rolled her eyes, "Whose fault is that?" He lifted his arms in surrender. She tucked in the oversized ends into her shorts and threw herself on the bed.
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Ava laid on the bed, holding hands with Owen. "Come on." — he pulled her off the bed — "I have to work on my motorcycle." She allowed Owen to drag her out into the humid air and sit her on a stump next to his motorcycle.
"So how has life been treating you?" Ava stared at the motorcycle as Owen tweaked his engine. "Well the Black Ops was fun, you really should've joined with me. We assassinated Osama bin Laden and all sorts of stuff." Owen stopped his work and gave Ava an astonished look. "You killed the terrorist of terrorists?" Ava laughed at his face, "Yes I did." — she grinned at his goofy face — " I was the sniper for that mission." He stared at her with wide eyes, "Holy shit!"
Ava laughed hysterically, "Tell me how exact Hoskins found you and made you raise dino babies." "Well there's not much to it. He came looking for someone who was willing to handle Velociraptors and I volunteered, that's why I left without a goodbye. You were off training in the desert, so I left a letter. When I came here, they assigned me to be the Velociraptors' trainer. I imprinted on them when they were born."
"That's cute, you were their momma." Owen rolled his eyes at her reference to nature. He turned his body towards her, he pulled Ava by her waist and hugged her. He looked down at her bluish-gray eyes; Owen planted a kiss on her lips for seemed like an eternity. They split apart when they heard a car pull into the driveway. "What do they want now?"
Claire stepped out of her car and adjusted her hair to make herself look "presentable". She walked up to the pair, "'Mr. Grady, Miss Cruthers. I need you to come take a look at something." Owen peered at her suspiciously, "Why are you calling me Mr. Grady?" Claire, feeling a bit awkward, restated his name. "Owen, if you're not too busy."
Owen noted Ava's shrug and came up with his reply. "We're pretty busy." He grabbed Ava's hips and rammed them into his. She winced in pain and slapped his chest, "What do you have for us?" The ginger-haired woman stated. "We have an attraction," The ginger-haired woman stated.
Ava took a step back, keeping distance from the woman. "Woah honey, I don't roll that way. My boyfriend's right there." — she chucked her thumb at Owen's direction as he choked on his Coke — "I'm sure he'd love to see girl on girl action but I have my limits."
Claire looked disgusted by what she had thought she meant. "I'm talking about the dinosaurs, Miss Cruthers. You're almost as stupid as your brother."
"Excuse me?! Let me tell you a few—" Ava said a string of curses at the woman before her, marching up close to her face. "Listen here you bitch, my brother is in no way stupid. He may be lazy but he's not at all stupid. He probably does more things that require intelligence unlike you. All you do is wave your pretty little fingers, reading off graphs that weren't made by you." Owen intervened and pushed Ava back before she did something irrational.
"Let me at her!" Ava clawed the air, reaching for the arrogant woman. Owen closed his hands around her wrists and dragged them to her sides, "Hey! Do not make me use the training techniques on you." — Ava visibly calm down from her rage —"She is one of the highest positions in this park and the last thing I want her telling the bosses is that you assaulted her. So let's keep this civilized so we can stay together distance wise."
She crossed her arms and took deep breaths while Owen faced the frighten ginger. "Sorry about that, she extremely protective as you just saw."
Claire dipped her head in an understanding fashion, "It's alright but soon we might have to put her in a cage." Ava gripped her arms tighter to prevent her from strangling Claire. "Stop provoking her because I won't stop her the next time," Owen stated.
"Anyways, our geneticists made a new species." Claire swatted at the pesky bug flying around her head; Owen, distracted by her movements, killed the bug in midair. He walked towards his table and wiped off the tiny, squished corpse. "You just went and made a new dinosaur?" Ava heard new and automatically thought back to Dr. Wu's Indominus Rex. 'That's the paddock we're checking out?'
"Ya, it's kinda what we do here." — Claire watched as Owen walked up his deck, around to the back of his bungalow — "The exhibit opens to the public in three weeks. Mr. Masrani wanted me to consult with you two. We'd like you two to evaluate the paddock for vulnerability." Ava stood on the stairs waiting for Owen, "Why us?"
"I guess Mr. Masrani thinks, since you found safety issues in the raptors paddock and Owen's ability to control the raptors—" Owen came from his bungalow and handed Ava a Canada Dry. 'It's been so long since I had one of these,' she popped the bottle cap off and chugged the carbonated drink.
"See, it's all about control with you. I don't control the raptors, it's a relationship based on mutual respect. It's why you and I never had a second date." It was now Ava's turn to choke on her drink. 'They had a date? I see I wasn't missed that much.' Owen patted her back, guiding her back down to his motorcycle.
"Excuse me. I never wanted a second date," Claire sassed back. "Who prints out an itinerary for a night out?" Owen said with disbelief.
Their bickering had reminded her of one time in training when he thought she had disarmed him wrong.
Ava fought against her boyfriend, trying to disarm him as quickly as she could. He was able to get the gun to her head when she didn't strike his arm hard enough. She quickly ducked down and stretched her legs up to kick the weapon out of Owen's hand
He hadn't expected the attack and lost grip of the gun, watching it drag across the field. Ava stood up with a proud smile on her face. Owen got pissed at the grin and defend his loss sorely, "You only disarmed me because you didn't follow the trained disarming technique."
Ava sighed understandingly, knowing that her boyfriend had such bad sportsmanship. "Babe, I did what I could to stop myself from getting shot. That's the whole point of this exercise; the training regimen was only to tell us the basics."
Owen huffed and marched toward the general who had commanded all the trainees to do the exercise. He stopped in front him and saluted, "Permission to ask a question, sir?" "Permission granted. Now what do you need soldier?"
Owen whipped his finger toward Ava, who was walking in their direction. "This fellow trainee has failed to follow the routine you showed us. Is that acceptable, sir?"
The general felt Owen's seething jealously and resisted the urge to chuckle. "Well of course we would love our style of disarming to work perfectly" — Owen smirked smugly at Ava's monotonous look — "but we know that's nearly impossible so this was supposed to teach you different ways to disarm the enemy." Owen's shoulders slumped in disappointment. He and Ava saluted the general then walked back to their spot.
"You okay Owen?" He nodded and jogged to get their unloaded gun. He eagerly pushed it into Ava's hands and jumped into starting position with a determined look on his face. Ava laughed and held her stance.
Ava shook her head smiling at the memory. "…in charge out here and you gotta make a lot of tough decisions." — Owen wiped the grease off his hands as Ava hugged his torso from behind, peeking over his shoulder — "It's probably easier to pretend these animals are numbers on a spreadsheet, but they're not."
"I'm fully aware of that," Claire said in a stuck up manner. Owen watched her with uncertain eyes, "You might've made them in a test tube, but they don't know that. They're thinking: I gotta eat, I gotta hunt, I gotta..." Owen used his hands to motion reproduction while Claire rolled her eyes.
"You can relate to, at least, one of those things right?" Claire had a look of distaste for Owen, walking down the steps. "I'll be in the car. You might wanna change your shirt, they're very sensitive to smell."
She stalked off towards her car, entering the driver's seat. Owen tried turning to face Ava but she followed in pursuit. "Ava we don't have time for this." Ava giggled and hopped in front of him. "What can I do for you Mr. Grady?" He gave her a look of annoyance before asking, "Do I really smell?"
Ava shrugged, "Not really but I guess you should change for the sake of pleasing Miss High and Mighty." She waved her arms in an exaggerated way, making Owen chuckle. "Alright, go wait in the car." Ava nodded and sauntered to the car.
She opened the door and slid in, not bothering to close it. "You insult me, my brother, or anyone I care about" — Ava scooted closer to the seat in front of her — "it won't be pretty for you." Claire frantically nodded. "I'm glad we have an understanding," Ava smiled and sat against the back of the vehicle.
Owen entered the car in fresh new clothes, "Okay let's go." Claire revved engine and drove along the road towards the attraction. Ava pecked Owen's cheek and laid on his shoulder, closing her eyes. He kissed her head and closed his eyes as well.