Hanna- Yes, the raptors tolerate Kellee. Rexy doesn't really like anyone but Kellee. :/
lostfeather1: The indominus rex won't like Kellee. It's Rexy likes Kellee, but that doesn't carry in her genes. Good question though. :)
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~JUNE 9th, 2015~
"God damn it." I muttered, looking into my basically empty fridge. I slammed the door. "Owen!" I called out for my sexy boyfriend of two years.
He came out of my room, a bed sheet hanging dangerously low on his hips. "Yeah?"
I managed to stop staring at his fine body. After two years, I still stare at it in awe. "We have-um-" I stuttered over my words. He kept shifting on his feet, that damn bed sheet moving even lower.
"Yes?" He asked, this time with his signature smirk. The smirk of cockiness.
"We're- mother of God! Put some pants on! I can't think when you're like-like-this!" I frantically gestured to his body. "It's distracting!"
He took a step closer. "Oh really?" Another step closer. "And you're not distracting?" Step closer. "You bending over, that sheet hugging your body." Closer. "It barely hiding anything." Chests touching. "But I'm the distracting one?"
Dear Lord! "Y-yes." I groaned out as his body pressed closer to mine, pushing me against the fridge door. "You're showing off more bod- ohhh!" He pulled my hair back and nibbled at my neck, instantly turning me on.
"I think you need to keep your focus in something, seeing as I'm so distracting." His voice vibrating against my neck. His other skilled hand slowly crept up my body, reaching the knot at which the sheet was tucked. Slowly, it started to come undone...
Then our lusty haze was shattered when a phone, Owen's phone to be precise, blared from the table next to us. "Fuck me." Owen groaned, dropping his head on my shoulder.
"I would. But your phone is kind of ringing." I teased.
He nipped my shoulder. "Tease." He then shuffled over and snatched the phone off the table. "What?" A moment of silence. "Come on. It's my day off." A sigh. "Fine. I'll be there in a bit. Yeah. Ok. Bye." He hung up, tossing it back on the table.
"Claire calling you in?" I asked unhappily.
"Nope." He said with a frown. "Barry needs some help really quick. Apparently one of the gates on the paddock is slightly open. He needs me to 'distract' my girls while someone fixes it really quick."
I nodded. "I'll go get dressed. I suggest you do the same. I'd hate to let everyone see your junk." I gave him a wink before sauntering my way into our room.
Yes. Our room. I'm kind of half living with him. I have clothes in his closet and drawers. I usually just stay here. Unless we're fighting. Then I go to my house or Lizzy's place.
"Why do you need to go?" Owen asked, right behind me.
"Because I wanna. 'Cause I haven't actually seen you work with the girls. I've met them, but haven't seen them with you." I threw some clothes on our bed. "Got a problem with me coming?"
Owen shook his head. "Of course I don't."
"Good." I smirked and dropped my sheet, giving him a clear view of my body. He groaned and had to turn around, probably so he wouldn't jump me here and now.
Gets him every time.
~TIME SKIP~
My boots made dirt rise as I jumped off my motorcycle. Owen parked next to me, looking fine as ever on his motorcycle. I bit my lip, remembering some pretty naughty stuff we've done on that beauty. God what he does to me...
"Kellee." He snapped his fingers in front of my face. "What'cha thinking?"
I shook my head. "Stuff."
He smirked at me. "Dirty stuff?"
"Maybe. Maybe not." I gave him a sexy smirk of my own. "It could be even memories." He followed my line of sight, then moaned slightly when he realized I was looking at his baby.
"Fuck." He shifted slightly on his feet. "I remember that. Gave me a perfect angle to your-" Before he could finish his sentence, my favorite French man yelled at us.
"Owen! Kellee!" He ran up to us. "Hurry up. We don't want the girls trying to escape. Good to see you Kellee." He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Now let's go."
All three of us trekked up the stairs of hell. There were so many of them! Ok, maybe two flights. But still, stairs suck! We reached the catwalk that surrounded and crossed over the paddock.
"Where are they?" Owen's voice sounded slightly uneasy.
"Hiding. They know the door is ajar." Barry said, slightly more uneasy. "Call them. See what happens."
Owen nodded at him then me. "Ok. Get me the rats though."
"Rats?" I asked, cringing slightly.
He rolled his eyes. "Those are the equivalent of a goat to Rexy. It's a treat of sorts."
"Oh." I deadpanned. Sure, they're treats. But they are kind of disgusting.
Owen grabbed the bucket from Barry, which was half filled with frozen rat corpses. "I'm about to call them. So back up. Never turn your back to them." He warned me. I nodded. He let out a breath then it turned into a high pitched whistle. It was brief and loud.
A few seconds later, four full grown Velociraptors came barreling out from the bushes. "Hey." Owen called out, making them look up at him. He pulled out a... clicker? Are my eyes shitting me? Because there is no way he trained them with a clicker.
He clicked it twice.
Nope. It was a clicker! I almost laughed, but managed to stifle it with my hand. Owen sent me an annoyed look from the corner of his eye, before looking back at the raptors. "Blue! Eyes on me."
Blue, a velociraptor with two blue stripes on her body, snapped her head away from me and back to Owen. Apparently, she was the troublemaker of the four. Giving everyone a hard time. She was also the eldest and the beta.
Who's the alpha?
Owen Grady.
I remember the first time he ever told me he was the alpha of the little pack. And damn was it the hottest thing he had told me in forever.
"This Delta. That's Echo. And that's Charlie." He pointed at the last one. "And this is Blue."
I stared in awe at the beautiful creatures in front of me. Rexy would be jealous that I had visited them, but oh well. She'll live.
"Wow." I looked at Blue. "They're all so beautiful."
Owen hummed in agreement. "They are. And I bet they're thinking the same thing." I felt the blush brush cheeks.
"I highly doubt that."
"I don't. Anyone on their right mind would see that." His voice was soft.
Clearing my throat, attempting to get rid of the blush, I asked, "So who's the oldest?"
Owen walked behind me. "Blue is." He then grabbed my hand. "Want to touch her?"
"What?" My voice squeaked. "I can touch her?"
"Yeah." He nodded.
He slowly guided my hand towards the raptor who was currently stuck in a head holder. Ever so gently, he laid my palm on her neck. I nearly recoiled my touch when she jumped and let out a small growl. Had Owen not been holding my or been standing behind me, I'd have thrown my body backwards.
"Don't worry. She's just trying to intimidate you." Owen's breath brushed the back of my neck.
He began directing my hand, moving it up and down so that I was petting Blue's neck. Her skin was surprisingly warm. Not the cold, scaley feeling I thought it would be. And after a few moments of petting her, she began to chirp. Almost like a purr.
"She was trying to be tough earlier." Owen said behind me. "Trying to show off that she's the Beta."
I took my hand off her neck, her purring turning off immediately. When I turned around, my gaze was curious. "Then who's the Alpha? Delta?"
He gave me a sexy smirk.
"I'm the alpha."
How could I not have been turned on by that statement? Literally, to this day, that statement affects my lady bits. Well, in general, Owen affects my lady bits.
Dear God I'm too infatuated with him.
"Charlie! Here. Now." Owen growled out, causing Charlie to snarl slightly but still look up. "Good. And we're moving." He clicked his clicker a few times and started walking. And without breaking eye contact, he asked Barry, "Are they done with that gate yet?"
"Almost." Barry said calmly, trying not to draw attention to himself. "Apparently a snapped and balled up, not letting the gate shut. They got the chain out and are putting a new one in. Should be a couple more minutes. Hopefully." Barry muttered the last word.
Suddenly, a loud crash sounded from the back of the paddock. All the raptors snapped their heads in the direction. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Stay! Blue, Charlie. Don't you dare move!"
Of course, the two named velociraptors didn't listen. They hissed and then bolted for the sound. "Call them! Now!" I yelled at Barry. The French man nearly dropped his radio before yelling at them to get out of the paddock.
The remaining two raptors were physically uncomfortable. You could see that they wanted to run after their sisters, but we're listening to their alpha. The battle of loyalness. Their looks were pained.
Barry suddenly sighed in relief. "They're fine. The gates fixed. Apparently the man dropped his tool box and all the tools scattered. He just left everything and ran through the gate. The door is closed and locked." He let out a breath. "I'll go check on it. Meet me over." Barry then walked down the stairs, clearly rushing.
"Good." Owen mumbled. "Great job! Echo. Delta. Here's what you get!" He threw them both rats, which they swallowed whole. "Eyes up." Their heads moved up. "And go." They took off running.
Owen immediately dropped his shoulders, his tough, rough, mean alpha stance disappearing. He began to shuffle forward and I met him halfway. "Nice job babe." I pecked his lips. "And," I leaned in close to his ear, "that was sexy as all hell."
"I know it babe." He bit my lip before dragging me into heated kiss. After a few seconds, we pulled apart. "You still going out to lunch with Lizzy?"
I nodded. "Yeah. We're gonna head to the cafe then to her place. She needs my help on the work truck. Then after that, we may head over to the store and shop for a bit. After that, I'll be home for dinner." Then I remembered what I was supposed to tell him this morning. "Oh. We need to go grocery shopping."
"Ok." Owen drawled out. "How about you pick up a pizza on the way home and we'll shop tomorrow."
"Sounds like a plan." I nodded then gave him a quick peck. "Bye babe."
I went to walk away when Owen yanked me back. "Oh no you don't." My giggle was smothered by Owen's lips against mine. These little kisses that just fill me with happiness and joy.
"Mmmm." I hummed as we broke the kiss. "I gotta go babe. I'm gonna be late. Love ya."
"Love you too. Be safe! Don't get into trouble"
Like that'll happen.
~TIME SKIP~
"And then I said, 'Just because you have a small dick doesn't mean you have to compensate it with your attitude.'" Lizzy cracked up as I finished my story.
She held her stomach. "Y-you did not say that!" She weazed out.
"Oh yes I did." She burst out laughing all over again, making me join in. Her laugh makes me laugh. Not gonna lie.
"God you are a card." She said, sipping her cappuccino. "So how are you and Owen doing?"
I set my latte down. "Pretty well. We had a little tiff last night, but it quickly ended." I said, smirking.
"First off. Eww. Don't need to know about your sex life. And secondly, how is he in bed?"
"You literally just said you didn't want to know about my sex life." I snorted.
She gave me a shrug. "Just wondering."
I rolled my eyes. "You confuse me sometimes."
"Bite me." She stuck her tongue out.
"Don't tempt me." I reciprocated her gesture.
She set her cup down. "God. I can't wait until my vacation days. Coming up in a week!"
"Where ya going?" I asked, looking at her over the rim of my cup.
"To see my parents." She twiddled with her cup. "They didn't want me coming here. Supposedly, I could die."
I nodded my head. "My dad died here." Her eyes widened.
"I-I didn't know that. I'm sorry."
"Don't be." I said, looking down at my cup. "He worked with the herbivores too. He ended up dying when everything went to shit here. They never found his body. They guessed that a carnivore ate him or he got trampled into the ground."
I didn't realize I was crying until Lizzy wiped away the tear rolling down my cheek. "If it makes you feel any better, I was orphaned. My parents died in a car crash when I was two."
Suddenly, I felt like a piece of shit. Both of her parents died. I lost only one of mine. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be." She copied my words. "It doesn't bother me as much as it would someone who knew them longer."
We went silent for a few moments before the person next to us belched, breaking the air of sadness. "Nice one!" Lizzy and I yelled, laughing our asses off.
The waiter appeared, giving us a weird look, before handing us the checkbook back. "Thank you for coming. See you on Friday." Bitch, you don't our schedule!
... But I'll see you Friday.
~TIME SKIP~
"And there you go." I said, slamming the trunk of the jeep down. "Should be good from there."
"Thank you, Kellee! Sorry it took so long. Maybe we can go shopping Friday?" Lizzy offered.
I shrugged, wiping the grease from my hands on the rag on the jeep. "We'll have to play it by ear." I looked at my watch and cringed slightly. "I'm late. I gotta pick up a pizza before going to Owen's place. I'll text you later, yeah?"
"Yeah. Bye Sourwolf." Her nickname for me comes from a TV show called Teen Wolf. Don't question it. It'll only get weirder.
I got on my baby and turned her on. "Later loser!" I yelled as I drove off, going down the dirt road.
After picking up a cheese pizza with stuffed crust, I drove back to Owen's place. Once I was there, I noticed the lights were off. Which was unnerving. Owen always turns the lights on.
I unlocked the door and walked to the kitchen. No lights were on. Not the TV. Not even the bedroom light. I set the pizza on the counter and silently made my way to the bedroom. It was empty.
Fuck this! This how every dumb bitch or asshole dies in a horror movie. They sit there and try searching the place. Like, nah bruh! Run. Run and never look back. Try not to trip, and if you do, don't crawl. I hate when girls trip and try to crawl away. Idiots! Stand the fuck and run!
I just realized that I should probably move and get out of here. Maybe call Owen once I reach a safe place.
But when I turned around, I slammed into someone. I screamed and fell back on my ass. And damn I say it, I started crawling backwards. It was instinct, ok?
"Stay back. I'm skilled in the art of -uh- tofu! I'll kick your ass!" I yelled, kicking my leg out, attempting to prove my point. The murderer started to laugh, making me frown. "Don't laugh! It's rude." Yeah, I'm giving manner advice to a killer.
"The art of tofu? As in the thing vegetarians eat? God I love you!" A familiar voice cackled.
Oh this dick! "Owen! You motherfucker!" I stood up, brushing my butt off. "What the hell is your problem?"
He stepped in the room, showing me his million watt smile. Now I could see his face. Earlier the dark made it impossible to see him. "I wanted to scare you. And it worked."
"Dick muncher." I grumbled. "I could've died from a heart attack!"
"Nah. I wouldn't of let you die." He said sweetly, grabbing my hand and pulling me to his chest.
I snorted, my face buried in his chest. "Now you're trying to suck up to me?" My voice came out muffled.
"Nope."
"Mmhmm. I bet." I pulled back and looked up into his glittering green eyes.
He gave me a light kiss, making me melt into his arms. Those kind of kisses make me swoon. "You're not mad at me, are you?"
"No." I whispered against his lips. "But I may not share my pizza with you."
"Like hell you will." He pulled back, giving me a crooked smile.
I shrugged my shoulders. "You wanted to give me a heart attack. I don't know if I should share my stuffed crust pizza."
"You're sharing." Owen said, holding his chin up high.
"What will you give me if I do share?"
He pretended to think for a second, before saying, "How about a movie marathon with beer and a cuddle session?"
I bit my lip. "Pajamas included?"
"Or no clothes." There was that damn smirk.
I rolled my eyes. "Get your mind outta the gutter. But fine, deal."
"Pleasure doing business with you." He laughed out.
God he's cute. And boy do I love him.
We laid down on the couch sideways, me laying in between his legs with my head on his bare chest. He picked out the entire Pirates of the Caribbean series. I love me some Johnny Depp. And Owen knows it too.
After we are the entire pizza box and drank two beers, we were beginning the second movie. "But it's bullshit." I said with a mouthful of pizza. "She shouldn't be arrested. The governor said it was ok." I managed to swallow the last bit of cheesiness.
"But she let him get away and helped him in the first place. These back then said that wasn't ok." Owen argued.
I huffed and pouted slightly. "But it's her wedding day." I grumbled.
About half way through the third movie, Owen passed out. He snored ever so slightly, nearly impossible to hear. It was kind of cute. I looked up at his face and lightly ran my hand over his stubble.
"I love you more than you'll ever know." I mumbled, lightly kissing the under side of his chin. He shifted slightly, but remained asleep. I couldn't help but smile at him.
With that, I closed my eyes and fell asleep to the soothing beating of his heart, wishing it could always like this.
But, if only I had known that I'd meet death itself in less than 3 days...
~END OF CHAPTER~
What does Kellee mean by "meet death"? IS SHE GOING TO DIE?! WHAT A CLIFFHANGER!
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