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Owen's POV
The weeks seemed to merge together lately. Claire and I have been dating for nearly a month and a half now and after figuring out how to deal with telling our coworkers and the backlash from my lack of communication, I'd say we were starting to settle in nicely to this relationship. During the early weeks, Claire would try to contact me while I was working and when I didn't answer, she would show up at the paddock all crazy and hair brained, complaining about how she thought I had died. After my "near death" incident with Delta, she kept me on a close leash for a few weeks.
We are starting to settle into a routine, but lately we've been so busy with work that we barely got to see one another. Sure, we slept in the same bed almost every single night regardless of when we got out of work, but we are usually both so exhausted from the busy workday that we only have time to eat and sleep, then wake up and start the next day the same way.
For lack of better phrasing, it had been much too long since we last had sex and I knew it was driving me and Claire absolutely nuts. She would try to plan it out and pencil me in whenever her schedule had an opening, but as romantic as that sounds, things always seemed to fall through and she would just get frustrated and spend the rest of the day angry about it. As many times as I tell her that we have to let it happen naturally, she just doesn't seem to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I understand that she is swamped at work and the paperwork seems to pile up on her desk, but when I offer to help her or just tell her to ignore it for a few hours, I get shot down.
As if the gods were trying to help us out, I woke up to an email from Simon Masrani himself (that he sent to the whole crew, so I shouldn't feel special) telling us that the park will be shutting down for two whole days for some routine upkeep. That meant no guests and a few slower days for Claire. Not only was she stressed about the guests that were currently at the park, but she was almost pre-stressing about her sister and her nephews coming to visit. The plans formed a while ago that they were going to visit, but now that it was concrete and she sent them the itinerary, she was definitely stressing more. They show up in a few days and Karen keeps sending her pictures of the boys and telling her about how excited they are to see all of the dinosaurs and how excited she is the meet "the studdly raptor trainer". Her words, not mine.
I rolled over to wake Claire up and share the good news with her, but I didn't have the heart to wake her. From my spot next to her in my bed, the sun was shining through the window of my bungalow and hitting her face in such an angelic way that it took my breath away. Claire is one of those naturally gorgeous women that don't need makeup, but who am I to stop her from wearing it? The dust that was floating around the ray of light seemed to dance across her face, letting me focus on the freckles that have been sprouting in patches over time across her cheeks. The sun brings them out more, so I try my best to get her outside as much as I can so I can count them when she's asleep. She started to stir and I shifted myself so she had some room to stretch out. After a few heavy lidded blinks, she turned to me and smiled tightly before stretching her arms above her head, not caring that the comforter was low on her body and her bare chest was exposed.
I leaned into her and smiled into her neck before leaving a few kisses there, making her shiver. I kissed my way up to her ear before pulling her earlobe in between my teeth and teasing her. She gasped, shocked at my forwardness, but too tired still to do anything about it. I shifted my eyes downward to her erect nipples and smiled at myself, bringing a hand up to fondle them, loving the feeling of her goosebumps against my rough skin.
"Owen…" she moaned, making my eyes look up at hers, "we can't. I have to get ready for work." I could tell she didn't want to get up and if she could take a personal day, should would in a heartbeat. I just smiled at her and propped myself up on my forearms so she could see my face now.
"I got a pretty cool email this morning that I think you would like to see." I told her, reaching over and fetching my phone from the nightstand. I unlocked it and pulled up the email for her to read. Pushing me off of her gently, she took the phone from me and read it over once, then twice. The smile on her face melted my heart and she handed the phone back to me before locating her own. When she found hers she smiled from ear to ear.
"This is seriously the best news ever!" She exclaimed before throwing herself back onto the pillow and closing her eye, the eccentric smile still plastered on her face. "I'm not leaving this bed all day." She stated simply, opening her eyes to glance at me. My smile was matching Claire's and I moved myself so I was laying closer to her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her to my chest. She exhaled heavily and nuzzled in as well, making herself more comfortable as we both chased a couple more hours of sleep
When we woke up some hours later, we were starving! We both got up and walked into my kitchen, starting our routine for the day. I grabbed the bowls and the utensils, as well as the cereal, setting them on the counter while Claire grabbed the fruit and milk from the fridge, sliding the milk down to me. I had taken out the cutting board and a knife for her so she could cut up the fruit into a cute little fruit salad while I simply poured us bowls of cereal. I put the bowls on the table and the milk back in the fridge and replaced it with orange juice. I poured us both glasses and sat down just as Claire was finishing with the fruit. She placed my bowl in front of me and took her seat at the table.
"So, what is our plan for the day?" Claire asked me as she took a large spoonful of cereal into her mouth. I finished a watermelon slice and shrugged my shoulders, not caring about any type of plan today.
"We can do whatever. We've got two days off and you need to catch up on some rest!"
"Yeah and a lot of work I'm behind on." I rolled my eyes at her, bringing my hand up to scratch the scruff that was beginning to form on my face.
"You work to much and you need a break. Today we relax and tomorrow we do something, then when you go back, you'll have the energy to finish all of your work." She looked over to me and smiled, popping a grape into her mouth and nodding her head in agreement. "Wow, I didn't think it was gonna be that easy to convince Claire Dearing to not work." I teased her, smiling lovingly in the process. She laughed that laugh that stops my world and threw a pineapple cube at me. I tried to catch it in my mouth and missed terribly, smacking my chin on the table and making her laugh even harder.
"You think that's funny?" I ask her, rubbing the pain out of my chin. Claire couldn't even speak she was laughing so hard. Her cheeks and neck turning a slightly reddish color from her gasping for air. She was clutching her stomach and I started to laugh as well. I walked around the table and picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder and smacking her rear end once before dropping her onto the couch. "I'll show you what's so funny." I say, before starting my assault on her hips. Claire is very ticklish and I love to use it against her whenever I can.
I brought my hands up the her sides and let my fingers feather over them, adding pressure as her feet kicked and she laughed loudly. "Owen!" She shrieked when she noticed what I was doing and started to squirm to get out of my embrace. I brought my scratchy scruff of a beard up to her neck and gently rubbed it across the sensitive skin their while she was gasping for air. "You win!" she exhaled, out of breath, but a smile on her face nonetheless.
I took my hands off of her hips and was about to stand up when I felt her legs come around and pull me back down on top of her. Her eyes were wild and full of want. "It's been too long." She exhaled into my face, making my heart rate start to elevate. Her eyes like the stars, shining into my own and pulling me in towards her, captivating me. Her fingers laced into the long hair that sat at the back of my neck, teasing it and giving it a gentle pull, eliciting a moan from me.
"You need a haircut." She said simply, making me roll my eyes at her.
"I had a buzz cut for so many years in the Navy. Call it a rebellious phase, but I won't cut it until it bothers me." Her nails started to massage my scalp, easing some of the tension I had been feeling from working so much lately.
My hands snaked under her shirt and pulled it over her head quickly, suddenly in a rush to be connected and close to her again. Claire's body was intoxicating and when I started undressing her, everything else seems to just happen so fast. My mouth landed on hers and our urgent movements started to slow down. We both realized that we have literally all the time in the world and rushing things is not as romantic as it seems. I moved us so that she was straddling my lap as we made out on my couch, my hands rubbing circles on her hips. After a few minutes, I felt Claire start to giggle. I pulled back from her, suddenly confused as she covered her face from my questioning eyes and smiled into her hands. Her laugh seemed to echo throughout my living room and I lifted my hand to her chin, forcing her to look at me.
"I feel like a teenager. Rushed make out session on the couch before your mom comes and catches us." She laughed again, this time snorting and making me and her both laugh even more.
"Mom never caught me making out on the couch, but if she would've caught me with someone like you, she'd have no problem with it." I smiled into her lips before dropped a couple more kisses across her face. Claire suddenly became serious, the feeling in the room shifting slightly, but I couldn't tell where it went.
"I wish I could've met her. Just to be able to meet the woman who raised you and turned you into this loving man you are today." My heart ached. Never in my life had I missed my mom as much as I did right now. She'd never be able to meet Claire or my future children. Our future children? I have to live my life wondering if she would ever be proud of who I am. Sometimes I find myself thinking about how different me and Claire truly are. She's a business oriented woman who wears pant suits and pencil skirts on the daily, her soft skin and gentle features completing the look and wrapping it in a nice red bow. I on the other hand come home everyday with a fine layer of sweat, dirt and grease covering my skin, my jeans mostly all have holes in them and my rough, sun tanned skin was the complete opposite from hers, but somehow it works. "Hey, don't do that. You can't just go somewhere else like that." I scratched the back of my neck, feeling a line of sweat forming at the base of it where my hair was getting too long. Claire was right. I needed a haircut.
"She would have loved you. Mom. She would tell me not to break your heart because I would never recover from losing you. And she would be absolutely correct." Something in me snapped. I needed this woman and I needed her now.
My lips cover hers in a swift motion, catching Claire off balance as she held onto me for dear life. My breathing became more ragged and harsh and a desperate moan was shared between us. She pulled away from me, staring lovingly into my eyes while taking her lip in between her teeth knowing exactly what that does to me.
"I miss you, Owen." She confesses before wrapping her arms around my neck and moving us so I was on top of her. "I just really need to be close to you." Her honesty was invigorating and much appreciated, the look she was giving me was needy, but loving and the feelings she was emitting with just her eyes told me that she needed this. Needed me. Not just the sex, but us. An ally; someone she could trust with everything and I was becoming that person.
My hands reached down to play with the home of her panties, teasingly snapping them against her lower belly and causing her to arch her back, pushing her soft breasts against my hard chest, a low moan sounded deep in her throat that started a fire in me. She was leaving sloppy kisses all over my neck, moving up to the sensitive skin behind my ears. Claire had recently discovered just how sensitive this spot was and did everything in her power to make sure she remembered to nip and tease it, making me considerably harder within a matter of seconds. It was my turn to moan and Claire was already panting and ready, underneath me, staring up at me and waiting for me to have my way with her.
I slid my boxers down my legs as quick as I possibly could and the only thing separating us from being fully skin on skin were her barely there lacy underwear. My manhood was hard against her upper thigh and the smile she had on her face made me smile even harder. "I can't believe I do this to you." She whispered to me in awe, grabbing ahold of my member and teasing the tip with her thumb. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as she spread the dribble of pre cum down my length. I pressed my forehead to hers, our noses brushing gently and the scent of her arousal filled my senses.
I grabbed my length and rubbed it up and down her slit over her panties to tease her briefly before ripping them off of her easily and bottoming out in my first thrust. Claire and I simultaneously groaned out and her hands rested on my back, lightly scratching me with her nails as she adjusted to having me inside of her for the first time in days. When I felt her hips start to stir, I knew she was ready and starting thrusting in and out of her with ease. She was whimpering into my ear quietly and occasionally telling me how good whatever I was doing felt, which encouraged me to thrust faster and harder whenever she asked. Claire was starting to be a lot more vocal when we make love now and it was incredible. I liked that she was becoming more and more comfortable with us being together. I felt her walls start to contract around me and she clamped down incredibly tight when I hit a particularly deep spot inside of her, making me falter and nearly collapse onto her.
"Fuck! Claire… do that again, baby." I panted into her ear. I moved so I was able to look into her eyes again and she clenched around me as I attempted to regain my composure. I didn't think Claire could feel tighter than she already was, but I couldn't believe how much more pleasure I was receiving like this. My eyes were closed tight and my breathing was becoming more and more labored when I felt her hand reach up and rest on my cheek. I opened my eyes and stared into hers, as her legs wrapped around my waist and she began to match my thrusts. We were both desperate for a release and when I felt her clench around me, I shot my load deep inside of her, continuing my thrusts to make sure she was relieved.
"Damn…" she panted, unlocking her legs from around my waist and flipping us so we were cuddling naked on the couch, me on the bottom and her mostly on top of me.
"Yeah, damn…" I agreed before peppering her face with kisses. She giggled and swatted my chest lazily before sighing.
"We should've done this in your bed. I just wanna sleep all day now." She stated before nuzzling into me. I grabbed the blanket off of the back of my couch and laid it over us, receiving a thankful look from Claire as she inspected my chest carefully. "What are these marks from?" She asked, running her fingers over the small claw shaped scars I had on the right side of my chest.
"When the girls were young, they didn't know their own strength." I told her simply, making her sit up and turn to face me.
"The raptors did this?!" The look on her face was full of horror.
"Yeah, but I mean they were so young."
"You should have reported this. We could have done something to fix this."
"Like what? They scratched me. No biggie. Now don't worry about it." I could tell she was upset with me, but wasn't going to push it any further which I really appreciated. Over the course of our relationship, she has been so concerned that the raptors were going to hurt me, but she is start to learn that I love them too much to care and she knows to not push it now. "I promise you that I'm not going to get hurt around them again." I told her, pulling her back down into my arms.
"I pick up my sister and the boys tomorrow." She told me with an excited expression, more than glad to change the subject.
"That's great! What time?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"They should arrive around 1 o'clock. Would you want to come pick them up with me?" She asked, nervousness dripping from her voice. I chuckled as her and kissed the top of her head.
"Nothing would make me happier, Claire."
"And one more thing." She told me, grabbing my attention one last time, "I told Karen about us obviously, but I don't know how she'll feel about us sleeping together while they are staying with me. You know, a strange man, sleeping in the same apartment as her boys…" she trailed off.
"And my girlfriend!" I defended myself with a laugh. She frowned up at me. "I get it though. If she's uncomfortable with it, I won't spend the night, but I'll hate every second of it." I told her honestly. Claire sat up and brought me with her so we could actually see each other as we spoke.
"I don't want you to think I don't want you there, because I do, I just don't want anything to ruin this. I haven't been in their lives for so long and…" she was rambling, super cute and nervous rambling.
"Babe, I get it, no worries. I just sleep like shit when you're not next to me and I wake up and look for you. It sucks. I can't wait until I can wake up to you every morning." I spoke before I thought about what I was saying. I heard her gasp quietly and turn in my lap.
"Like… moving in together?" She asked. I mean it wasn't the craziest idea.
"It's too soon, sorry I even said anything." I quickly shot out, but her reaction was not what I was expecting.
She stood and started to get dressed only stopping to make a comment about me ripping another pair of her favorite panties. She threw my shorts at me and begged me with her eyes to get changed. I started to panic and thought she was going to to leave, but she stopped in the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water, handing it to me after she took a swig from it.
"Is moving in together practical?" she asked, leaning up against the counter, seeming relaxed.
"I don't think it's impractical." I stated simply, letting her continue.
"Would we move in here?"
"If you want." I stated simply. She paused for a minute, the look on her face unreadable.
"Would you hate me if I said not yet?" She looked so nervous and it hurt my heart. I walked towards her and grabbed her hands, lacing our fingers together and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"I could never hate you, Claire. I just meant that I hate waking up without you. It feels wrong. We definitely don't have to move in right now. We can give it as much time as you want and we can move anywhere. Your penthouse, my bungalow, a happy medium somewhere else." She cracked a smile and kissed my cheek, releasing a nervous sigh. "Now, let's go enjoy our day off!" I announced before walking out the front door and grabbing my fishing poles.
"Where are we going?" She asked me in a panicked tone.
"Claire Dearing, I can't date a woman who doesn't know how to fish." I teased her, leading her to my secret fishing spot and teaching her all of the basics. She even caught a few fish of her own to both of our surprises and she genuinely seemed too be enjoying herself.
When we got back to the bungalow, we decided we would go out and get food tonight for dinner which is a rarity for us. A new patch of freckles was forming around her nose from our day on the water and I couldn't help but comment on how much I loved them the whole ride to the restaurant.
When we pulled into the parking lot, it was packed and I knew Claire was nervous about going in together because she hated when people stared at her. I squeezed her hand a few times, earning a smile from her as we walked towards the entrance. I held the door open for her, making her smile again and we sat on the same side of the booth as we decided on what we were going to eat. Nachos and loaded fries did not seem like something Claire Dearing would even allow herself to look at, but here we are, cuddling together in the back of a slightly crowded sports bar, sharing greasy appetizers and watching the end of a football game. She had ordered some kind of fruity alcoholic drink while I settled for a tap beer and we were both just enjoying ourselves and the company the other provided.
"They have a pool table!" Claire announced excitedly. I followed her line of vision and saw a very busy billiards room full of people.
"We can come back with Karen and the boys and we can play then. Doubt either of us would be good right now." I have had one beer while Claire is lingering on her third. Buzzed Claire is so affectionate and handsy and I couldn't wait until we were at her house and in bed. We decided I would stay over at her house and drive with her to get Karen and the boys and then let the rest of the day just play out.
We quickly finished up at the bar and soon enough we were pulling into her parking lot at the apartment complex. When we got inside, she went into immediate cleaning mode. Not that her apartment is dirty by any means, but in Claire's mind, it was a pig sty. I sat down at the kitchen island and watched her scrub the counter top for a good five minutes before I had to stop her.
"Babe, you cleaned that already." She looked up at me and she sighed heavily, looking defeated. "Is there anything you want me to do? I doubt the boys are gonna mind if you have dust on your lamp shades and finger prints on your glass coffee table. If anything, they're gonna make it so much messier." I laughed, but the worried expression on her face told me now was not the time to make jokes. She opened her mouth as to instruct me on how to clean something, but she put the sponge down on the edge of the sink and started calming herself down.
"I just want this to be the most perfect week ever." She told me honestly, looking up from the sink so she could look at me, a small smirk forming on the end of her lips.
"And it will be, but you just can't try to make everything perfect. If the itinerary doesn't go exactly as planned, you have to promise me that you're not going to freak out. Please." She nodded her head and brought her hair up into a tight pony tail at the base of her head.
"I need you to be here with me. You know just what to say when I need to be talked down." She laughed this time, smiling fully and thanking me silently with her eyes.
I got up and opened her fridge, putting in our leftovers from the bar and then heading to a cabinet to get out a mug for tea. Claire drank a glass most nights, on the nights she doesn't drink a glass of wine from a glass that is nearly the size of her head. When I turned the machine on for the hot water, I heard her turn around and start walking. I wasn't sure where she was going, so I kept my back turned to let her do her own thing. The machine finally heated up and I hit the brew button and watched as the hoot water came flowing out of the spout, filling the cup and only splashing a few flecks of water out onto the counter around it. I was about to turn and grab the tea bags, but was stopped when I felt Claire's arms snake around my waist and pull my back to her front. She let out a deep breath onto my spine and relaxed into me. I spun around and brought her into my arms instead, happy that she let me relinquish her control and take over the situation.
"Thank you for being here." she said again, into my chest. "I really hope Karen doesn't mind you sleeping here with us." My heart skipped a beat, excited that Claire wanted me to be around her family so much.
"Me too, Claire. I really cannot wait to meet them."
When the moment was over, I unlocked my arms from around her as she went into the bathroom and started to get ready for bed. I finished making her cup of tea and brought it into the bedroom, placing it on a coaster she kept on her bedside table. I turned her lamp on and stripped down into my boxers and sliding in on my side.
Never in a millions years did I think my life would be like this so soon. Just a couple of months ago, I was a lady killer and heart breaker on the island. Thinking back on it now made me feel a little ashamed, but now I have Claire and I don't intend on losing her anytime soon.
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