Hello again! I usually upload on Monday's and I'm sorry this is a day late, but I feel asleep while proofreading last night. But anyways, ENJOY AND REVIEW PLEASE!
Claire's POV
The drive to the raptor paddock is really only a ten minute drive, but sitting in the passenger seat of Zara's SUV while she maneuvered through the winding roads on the island, it felt like a lifetime. I was trying my hardest to not overreact, but the only information we received was that one of the trainers at the paddock had been injured and that trainer was most likely Owen. I knew it was Owen and it terrified me that I could lose him so very quickly. Our relationship had just began and there was so much left that I wanted to do with him.
When we finally arrived, I jumped out of the SUV before Zara even had time to put it in park. There was a medic on site and Barry was standing next to him, looking concerned and flustered. As I made my way over to them in a hurry, I caught eyes with Barry who tried his best to smile reassuringly at me. I could see right through his fake smile and stood in between him and the medic.
"How is he?" I asked to no one in particular. The air was heavy and suffocating me and Barry opened his mouth quickly, then shut it again, trying to find the right words.
"Grady took a pretty good spill." The medic started, putting a reassuring hand on my elbow before continuing, "He was in the cage with all four Velociraptors and I'm pretty sure he got knocked over by one of their tails during the reintroduction. It was pretty hard to get to him because the girls formed a sort of barrier around him. Honestly seemed like they were protecting him."
"He is their alpha." I said to the men before asking more questions. "Is he going to be okay?"
"Owen is a tough guy. Give him a couple of days to recover and he'll be good as new. Maybe a few bruises, but nothing major. Could've been a lot worse." The medic tipped his hat to us and walked back to the set up shelter where I presume Owen was being taken care of. When I turned to Barry again, he was smiling at me.
"You must be the lady keeping Owen on his toes." He smirked at me, causing me to blush.
"I think he's the one keeping me on my toes."
"You're good for him. I've never seen him like this." My heart started to ache when he told me this. All Owen wanted was for us to be like a real couple and let some people know, but I had to go and make a big deal out of it and now he's injured and I could've lost him. What if he had died? Oh god. I don't even know what I'd do.
"Hey, earth to Claire. Go see Owen! He's probably more worried than you are." Barry interrupted my thoughts and pointed to the tent behind us. I nodded my head and hugged him, thanking him for everything.
I turned and made my way over to the shelter slowly, more nervous than I thought I'd be. When I pulled the tarp back and entered the small shelter, my eyes were immediately drawn to Owen laying on a cot that was much too small for him, surrounded by three more than willing female medics. This made my blood boil. I wanted to be mad, but when I stepped into his line of view, his eyes met mine instantly and his face lit up.
"Claire!" He called out with a smile on his face. I made my way over to him quickly, basically pushing the women out of the way and standing by the side of his cot with my hands up in defeat. I knew he was bruised and probably really sore, so I didn't know where I could and couldn't touch.
"Honey, just gimme a kiss please." My heart sped up at his pet name for me and the desperation in his voice. I threw every bad thought out the window and sat on the edge of the cot, bringing my hands up to the side of his face and pulling him in. Our kiss was more heated than normal, but given the circumstances they seemed appropriate. Twenty minutes ago I thought this man had died and I never want to feel that way again.
"I'm so sorry." I whispered quietly against his lips once we broke apart. I felt one of his hands move to my cheek and wipe a stray tear away, while he pecked my lips once more. His head shook against mine as he shushed me and started to pull me down onto his cot. I opened my eyes and pulled back not wanting to hurt him.
"We'll get in trouble." I stated simply when he gave me a questioning look. His smile was back on his face in an instant and it warmed my heart as he grabbed my hand and pulled me down into a laying position with him. "You need to start breaking a few rule." He told me before wincing in pain when I put some of my weight on his shoulder. I gasped and immediately stood up to go and find another medic, preferably a man. Just as I was about to leave, Owen huffed and called my name making me stop and turn.
"I'm not broken. I'm literally just bruised up. Poor judgement call on my part, I'll admit that, but please don't get another medic. I just wanna go home and sleep." He was begging and I didn't have the heart to tell him no. I simply nodded my head and made my way back over to him to help him up.
"I'll drive you back to your bungalow if you want. Zara can follow us and just bring me home after." Owen's laugh caught me off guard and made me stop in my tracks and turn to look at him.
"If you think I'm gonna let you leave me, then you're more crazy than I thought you were. Can we just stay at your place? Drive my truck there and just tell Zara to go home. I've been dreaming about taking a bath in that tub of yours since I laid in it this morning." I slowly helped him to his feet and nodded, walking him slowly over to his truck where I helped him in the passenger side door. I closed it soundly behind him and walked over to Zara in her waiting SUV.
"Hi, thank you for staying. I'm just going to take Owen home, so you can leave. Sorry for making you come at all, I just don't think I could have driven here by myself." She smiled at me through the open window and nodded her head before answering. "Go take that man of yours to bed. You had one more meeting today in 45 minutes, but it is just another Skype call that can easily be rescheduled to tomorrow. I'll send you a reminder when I get back to my apartment. Now don't stress anymore and please, Claire, don't overthink this. Owen was right earlier, no one is going to care when this comes out. Maybe they'll be a bit shocked, but this has no effect on anyone else. Enjoy it." I smiled at her and leaned in to give her an awkward hug through the window before thanking her and jumping into the driver's seat of Owen's pick up truck.
The seat was pushed back a lot farther than I usually have mine. I adjusted the seat and fixed the mirrors before taking the keys from Owen and starting the engine. His truck was a great deal larger than my SUV, but driving it was sort of empowering in a way. Owen seemed to be enjoying the fact that I had no trouble controlling his truck and the permanent smile that was plastered on his face the entire drive home was proof enough. The ride was mostly silent, until we pulled into the parking lot for my apartment building. He sighed heavily and grabbed my hand, bringing it up to his lips so he could kiss it. I looked over at him once I put the truck in park and shut it off. He still had my hand in his and squeezed it three times before letting it fall.
"When I let Delta in with the other girls, I immediately knew I made a mistake. I wasn't going to let her get hurt because I was angry at you." His eyes filled with sorrow and my heart ached from just looking at him. I reached up for his face and caressed his cheek while he continued. "They would have been fine with the transition had I not rushed it. I am so mad at myself for putting her in danger like that. So I jumped in. Not sure why I did that, but I was upset and just jumped in to distract the other girls while Delta ran. Charlie moved too quick when she saw Delta leaving and knocked me clean out with her tail. I honestly don't remember anything after that and I woke up surrounded by all of these women that weren't you. I wanted you. When Barry finally came in, I asked where you were and told him about us… sorry. But he said he had a feeling and that he'd already called you." I stopped him from talking by kissing him soundly on the lips. He hummed into the kiss and moved a strand of hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear.
"You have no reason to be sorry for telling Barry. I was being irrational and selfish. I enjoy this little bubble we live in and sooner or later we have to let people know. Also, I'm sorry I called your raptors assets at the meeting. It just slipped out and I know how angry that makes you." Owen smiled and me and nodded his head toward the apartment. I unbuckled my seat belt and told him to stay while I ran around the truck and helped him out and through my building.
The ride up the elevator to my floor was full of kisses and caresses and even though we only fought for maybe an hour maximum, I missed him. When we got to my place, we walked in, dropping most of our stuff on the counter and heading right to the bathroom. I started the bathtub for us and helped him strip out of his dirty, tattered clothes before removing mine as well and adding some bubble bath to the warm water. Owen released a loud moan when the warm water enveloped his bruised skin, but he seemed to enjoy the pain that came along with it. I wrapped myself in a robe and collected all of our dirty clothes, quickly throwing them in the washing machine before heading back into the bathroom and joining Owen.
I sat down across from Owen, not wanting to hurt him any further. I curled my legs and brought them up to my chest, smiling over at him as he closed his eyes and let the warm water nurse his offended skin back to health. I didn't add as many bubbles as I usually do, so they just sat in a thin layer on the top of the water, patches forming from where Owen's hands moved through them to play with the bubbles. I smiled at him as he laid there, at peace with the world around him, not seeming phased that he could have died only a few hours ago. The bubbles were starting to fade altogether now, so I took that as my opportunity to check out his body through the water. His head was tilted back against the head rest and his shoulder muscles were flexing and straining against his skin as he played with the water calmly. His chest was slowly moving in time with his breathing, and mine now that I think about it.
"Enjoying the view?" Owen asked, frightening me and making me gasp as I looked back at his face where his eyes were still closed, but his signature smirk was etched on his face. I giggled quietly and watched as her opened one of his eyes and splashed a bit of water at me, startling me and making me throw my head back laughing. "You've gotta stop doing that…" Owen said randomly, seizing my laughter and making me look up. "I can't move much and you look so fucking beautiful right now. I told you I wanted to test out this bathtub, but I wish I had full mobility." My jaw dropped a bit and I cleared my throat, suddenly turned on by the direction this conversation was going.
"I should've grabbed some wine." I said, to nobody in particular. This made Owen chuckle and I felt his hand under the water playing with my ankles that I finally brought down to one side of his body. My breathing became ragged just from his innocent touch and I had to remind myself that he was just knocked unconscious less than five hours ago. His grip on my ankle tightened and he tugged on it gently, signaling for me to come closer. "Owen…" I started, warning him. He sat up suddenly and grabbed my hips, moving my body so I was straddling his lap.
"I'm not made of glass, I'm not gonna break if you touch me." His voice was husky and laced with want. We were so close and his smell and touch were just so inviting. I felt him begin to harden underneath me and we both knew there was no going back. "I wanted to talk about this afternoon." I told him, not kissing him yet, using up every ounce of self control I had in my body. My eyes were on his lips, not letting myself look into his eyes. "What is there to talk about? You were embarrassed of the situation. I interpreted it wrong and overreacted. I'm sorry and I love you." He told he quickly, but truthfully. I felt a chill pass through my body as he planted a kiss on my neck, smiling into the next kiss he planted a little higher up on my chin when he felt me physically relax. "I like knowing that I can do this to you. Turn you on with just a few honest words and loving actions."
The next thing I knew, my hands grabbed his hair harder than I should have and smashed our faces together in a passionate, sloppy kiss. He moaned when I pulled back slightly and took his bottom lip between my teeth, touching our foreheads together and looking into each others eyes. "I just hated fighting with you and didn't want it to be on my mind when we have sex." He hummed and his arms lowered into the water to brush along my wet, silky smooth skin. "Claire Dearing, did you plan this?" He teased, making me release a muffled laugh right in his face. "I guess you're just that easy." "I'll show you easy." Once those words left his mouth, he brought a hand between us and ran his fingers over my saturated slit, making me gasp and my body jolt. "Hey, hey, hey, baby, you need to stay still." Owen's other hand moved to my hip and kept me in place under the water. He sunk a finger inside of me and gently stroked at my inner walls, making me pant heavily into his ear, the occasional swear word falling from my lips. He was rock hard against me and I wanted to help him out, but what he was doing with his fingers felt too good to stop. I started panting even heavier when he added another finger and started to trace shapes over my clit. My thighs started to shake and my walls were clenching around him. For some reason, my first reaction was to bite on his neck and Owen's body went into overdrive when I did. He brought both of his hands up and out of the water, stopping me from reaching my breaking point. I sighed and angrily reached between us and pumped him a few times, running my thumb over the head of his fully erect member. His head lulled suddenly before he could recover and the groan that left his throat sounded dangerous.
"No more teasing. I need you." His hands were back on my hips again once the words left his mouth and he brought me out of the water a little bit, the cold air sending a different type of chill through my body. I sank down on him and repositioned myself so I was squatting on his lap. When I was well adjusted to his length, I started to bounce on his lap, creating a slow pace, trying my hardest to not let all of the water in the tub spill out onto the floor. I tried to focus on the immense pleasure coursing through my body, but my mind was elsewhere.
"Owen… Owen… wait, hold on." I panted into his ear. He stilled his rocking hips and stopped his hands from lifting me out of the water again. Owen's eyes were wide, searching my face to try and figure out what the problem was.
"Are you okay? Am I hurting you?" His chest was heaving and I knew it was taking everything in him to not keep thrusting. I nodded my head and moved so my chest was against his, leaning my arm over to the towel rack and grabbing one, throwing it onto the floor next to us, trying to clean up the mess we were making. Owen chuckled into my neck and left a little love bite. "You're kidding right? We are literally in the middle of fucking and you stop to clean?" He shook his head, but I knew he was just messing around with me. I groaned when he thrusted his hips up into me again, hitting the spot I wanted him most. I bit my lip and forgot the mess on the ground, all of my attention back on Owen. His eyes bore into my own and it was his turn to take control. I knew he wanted to flip us over and pound into me, but that was impractical in this tub and he was still sore from his injury. I tried my best to reach all of the spots he usually did when he was in control, but I was getting frustrated and needed my release. I craved the feeling of letting go and letting Owen release into me as well. A frustrated sound left my throat before I repositioned myself once more, moving a leg higher up so new places could be reached.
"Owen, help. I can't do this. I'm not good in this position yet." I was begging him, but he was confused. My insecurities were suffocating me and I felt like I was breaking down.
"You're doing great." He gulped audibly and closed his eyes tight. He was so close and was holding out for me. There was a vein protruding from his neck and I leaned down to kiss it, focusing on the pleasure he was giving to me. "Just keep going baby. You can do this. Just feel me." Owen's words echoed through my head and I was getting closer. His mouth moved down to my breasts and he took one into his mouth while he brought a hand up to tweak on the one that wasn't being ambushed by his sloppy kisses and tugs from his teeth. My head lulled backwards and I moved one of my own hands down to my clit, rubbing it aggressively to help me reach my breaking point. Owen swatted my hand away and his thick, calloused fingers worked their magic on my most sensitive spot. He grabbed the back of my neck and moved me so we could look into each other's eyes. This was it. I felt the familiar pressure building in the pit of my stomach and my thrusts were becoming sloppy. Owen's hand was working miracles on my clit and with one final rough thrust, we both came undone together. The feeling of Owen releasing inside of me never got old and I slowly lowered myself onto his chest once more.
We were heavily breathing onto each other, but neither of us cared. His hands were running lovingly through my damp mop of hair and mine were carelessly running over his chest. We were silent, enjoying the closeness of one another when Owen sighed in contentment.
"I really do love you Claire." He told me
"I love you too, Owen, so much so that it terrifies me." I lifted my head a little so my chin was resting on his chest and he leaned down to plant a kiss on my lips. "Oh, and I wanted to thank you." He turned his head to give me a questioning glance. "If it weren't for you, I never would have called my sister. We were talking for a little bit and she is planning on bringing the boys over for a week or two." I was excited and I could tell he was too.
"Claire… ugh I'm so happy for you. I cant wait to meet them." He was smiling like a school boy and the sun lines on his face were creasing a little more than usual.
"I cant wait to introduce you to Karen. She's insane and can be extremely inappropriate, but she'll love you immediately." Owen shifted under me, reminding me that he was injured just a few hours ago. I leaped up and grabbed a towel quickly, apologizing for just laying on him while he was probably in pain. He laughed at me and told me he was fine, it was just that, "my ass is going numb from just laying here, can we head to bed?" I smiled at him and nodded, helping him into a standing position and wrapping a towel around his waist before making our way back into the bedroom.
Today was hectic to say the least. We let our towels fall to the ground and we made our way under the covers on my oversized bed. Owen laid on his back and I all but melted into his side, suddenly becoming emotional again thinking about how I could've lost him.
"You need to be more careful with those raptors. I can't even imagine what I'd do if I lost you." I heard him chuckle and I looked up at him, bewildered. "What's so funny? I'm trying to be honest here." He moved a strand of my hair out of my eyes and tucked it lovingly behind my ear.
"I'm sorry I scared you today, but I'm fine. My girls are never going to hurt me on purpose, I swear. I'm just laughing at the fact that you made me stop during sex because of all of the water on their floor, You truly are a rare find Claire." It was my turn to giggle and I hid my face in his armpit, embarrassed.
"I can't believe I did that, but there was just so much water, I started to get anxious thinking about the clean up." Owen laughed out loud, shaking the bed and bringing his hands up to cover his face.
"I can't believe we had such a huge fight this morning over nothing! And I wore a tie for you!" He exclaimed, continuing to laugh into his hands. A smile snuck onto my face and I moved to bury my face into his neck, leaving kisses whenever my lips came into contact with his skin.
"You might have to bring that tie over one of these nights. I think I need to get… better acquainted with it." I whispered seductively into his ear. A gruff noise escaped his mouth and I felt his member harden against my thigh. If I smiled any wider, my face would split in half.
"Kinky Claire is someone I could be quite fond of." Owen teased before flipping us over and brushing his member between by thighs, running it along my already wet folds. "Oh Claire," he started his ambush on my neck, his hot breath causing goosebumps to erupt all over my skin. "We're not even close to being done yet, sweetheart." And with that, he sunk into me, effectively ending the conversation.
