My Boys: Bright Future – Chapter 11
"What do you mean?" Owen's eyes were wide with shock when he took a step forward, holding Thomas' head between his hand to examine his son's wounds. "What happened to you?"
Amelia spotted the unshed tears threatening to leave Thomas' eyes and in that moment she knew something was seriously wrong.
"Tommy, what is it?" She asked, obviously concerned.
The sixteen year old hesitated, visibly struggling. Thomas was afraid that if he talked about it, it would become real. He knew that once he started telling his parents about what had happened, he would probably lose control over the entire situation. And losing control wasn't something Thomas was used to.
"I was just finishing with my tennis practice," Thomas shared in absolute distress, "When I saw both Matt and Missy coming towards me." He said, not sure if he would be able to continue. The unexpected stab in the back had hurt too much and Thomas felt like his physical wounds were nothing compared to how much his heart was aching. "They both look very jumpy so I knew right then something was off."
"What did she do?" Amelia asked defensively, visibly irritated.
Owen gave her a look of reprimand, visibly not approving of her assumption.
"She is an inconsiderate shrew who was just using me to make herself look better," Thomas realized, feeling anger starting to boil inside of him. In the past days he'd notice how selfish and self centered Missy really was, and he wondered how he could ever have been so stupid not to realize how much of a schemer she really was. "She's been using me this whole time," He shared, expecting his mother to gloat but finding concern in her eyes instead. Feeling grateful for having his mom's devoted loyalty, Thomas proceeded. "Today I found out she cheated on me," Both his parents looked at him in surprise, "In fact, I found out she has been cheating on me for a while now. And everything she has ever told me about who she is or what she believes in is actually a lie."
Amelia noticed how drained Thomas looked, so it didn't surprise her when he sat on the edge of his bed, looking completely defeated.
"I thought I was doing the right thing, you know?" He nodded his head in denial, wondering how he could have been so stupid. "I thought that it made perfect sense that I should date her… It's what everybody expected of me…" He realized, thinking back about the first time he had asked Missy out after his friends had told him she had chosen him to be the one. The following day after their date, Missy had decided they would be boyfriend and girlfriend and Thomas had been so utterly attracted to her that he didn't have the courage to even consider saying no.
"Tom," Amelia interrupted him, watching the boy immediately raise his head to look her in the eyes.
"She was cheating on me with Matt," Thomas blurted out, unable to contain his anger and his devastating disappointment. "With Matt", He reinforced, spitefully, still unable to believe that was actually real. It hurt too much.
"What?" Owen and Amelia asked in unison. None of them could believe it. Matt had been Thomas' best friend ever since they were little boys. They were completely devoted to each other and Owen couldn't believe Matt would purposefully do anything like that to Thomas.
But Amelia could.
She thought back about the time Mark Sloan had cheated on her brother with his wife. Mark and Derek had been best friends since childhood and yet the same thing had happened.
"Tommy, are you sure about this? I mean, maybe someone thought they saw something but…?"
"He told me himself," Thomas replied coldly, interrupting his mother. He gazed at the wall in front of him, completely numbed by the discovery he'd made that day. When Amelia realized Thomas was deeply lost, she looked from him to Owen, receiving a concerned glance back from her husband.
"Is that what happened?" Owen sat on the mattress next to Thomas, holding the back of the boy's head with one hand. "Did you fight with Matt?"
Thomas looked from the wall to his dad, and then to his mom. When his eyes went back to his father and Thomas noticed how hurt his parents were too, he finally relinquished control, burying his face on his father's shoulder out of embarrassment.
Amelia saw her son breaking down and her heart skipped a beat inside of her chest. All the satisfaction of knowing beforehand that Missy wasn't really one to be trusted didn't matter to her at the moment because of the price her son was paying. He had been put in a devastating situation and it broke her heart to see him like that. Thomas was honest and he didn't hold back. Once he was into something, he gave all of himself, without reservation. That's what the boy had done with Missy but in return, he'd only gotten back lies and betrayal. And Amelia knew he deserved so much better.
Slowly, she sat down on his other side, still cringing at the sight of his clothes and hair. Her eyes also noticed the knuckles of his right hand, stained by dark bruises. Apparently, the fight had been a bloodbath. It was very unlike Thomas to hit someone. Amelia remembered Lucas getting into physical fights with other boys in school a few times in the past, but that had never been a concern with Thomas. He had always been kind, good and generous. And that was how life was treating him. It was not at all fair.
"I am so sorry, Tommy," She gently grabbed his hand, hating to see him suffering that much. Amelia hoped she never saw Missy in her life again, otherwise she wouldn't take responsibility for her actions. "I can't imagine how heartbroken you must feel."
"It hurts to be cheated on," Thomas raised his head slowly, finally coming up for fresh air. His face had turned into a scowl of pain and anguish. "But to be betrayed hurts even more."
Amelia knew he was talking about Matt. She still found it hard to believe Thomas' best friend would do anything like that. They were like brothers. Matt had always been a little careless and at times, even a bit selfish. But Amelia knew he loved her son like a brother.
"What has gotten into Matt?" Owen asked, pretty much reading Amelia's mind. "How could he have done this?"
"He said," Thomas repeated, feeling completely shattered, "That he is in love with her. That he didn't plan on it, it just happened and they knew they could never be a thing because Missy and I were already a thing… But I know Matt feels like he is not worthy of her," Thomas spoke, unemotionally. He was so drained it felt like there was no emotions left to feel. "Missy knew about it and she didn't care about me or Matt. She just likes the attention." Thomas could vividly remember the look of innocence on her face as she'd pressed him against a wall, teasing him and then saying they couldn't because she was a virgin. He had actually believed she was innocent and he had admired how determined and decided she supposedly was, standing up for her beliefs. "And then Matt said I should just hit him already because there was no excuse for what he'd done." Thomas remembered, with sadness. "So I did."
"You did?" Amelia raised an eyebrow, worried. That was very unlike Thomas.
"If it had been anyone else, I wouldn't have," The teenager confessed, knowing he was telling the truth. "I mean, not for her. She's not worth it," He said, absolutely sure of it. "But…" Thomas couldn't find the words. What he was feeling couldn't be described. He would have taken a bullet for Matt and this is how he had been rewarded. "Matt deserved it. I had to." He added, certain of it. "I had to, you know?"
Owen nodded in agreement, knowing very well how sometimes a person had to stand up for themselves. If Thomas hadn't let his anger out, it would probably have consumed him even more, culminating with resentment later on. In situations like those, it was better to act in the heat of the moment than to store the feelings inside as bitterness.
"You do know that getting into a physical fight isn't the way of solving anything though, don't you?" Amelia asked, hating that she had to educate her son even she couldn't blame him. In his place, she would have done exactly the same. Or much worse.
"What do you want?" Thomas asked sheepishly. "My cell phone? The computer?" It honestly didn't matter. At that moment, Thomas felt like nothing would ever be able to bring him any satisfaction ever again.
"You're grounded for two weeks," Owen decided, realizing that Amelia had a valid point and that it was hard on her to reinforce it. "You know why we have to do this, right?"
"Yeah, I know," Thomas let out a heavy sigh, not worried about his punishment. Nothing could hurt more than what Matt had done.
"Come on, Tom," Owen stood up and guided his son to do the same. "Go take a shower and wash that blood and dirt. We'll put some ice on that eye when you're done."
Owen and Amelia watched as their son walked to the bathroom without another word, looking lifeless, still in complete shock.
"This is absurd," Amelia looked at Owen when Thomas was already out of their hearing range. "What are we going to do?"
"Nothing," Owen surprised her with his answer. "He is sixteen, Amelia. This is his first heartbreak. He has to feel it to get over it."
"Did you see how devastated he was?" Amelia couldn't believe her husband was seemingly so comfortable with the situation. "Owen, we can't let him stay like that."
"Babe," Owen held her shoulders and looked deeply into her eyes, making an effort to make her see it. "He is not a child anymore. You can't shield him from the world. He'll have many more heartbreaks and disappointments in his life. I know it sucks and it kills me to see him in pain too, but there's nothing we can do other than be here for him."
"I want to kill Missy," Amelia confessed, breathing out through her nose, dangerously. "I want to choke her until her eyes pop out from her face."
"And Matt?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"I think he is secretly Mark Sloan's child and Arizona never told us about it."
Owen let out a chuckle and grabbed Amelia's arm, conducting her to the stairs before she did anything stupid. "You've been watching too many horror movies," He smiled at her shyly, knowing she wouldn't be okay until Thomas was okay. "Come on, let's go grab some ice for Tom."
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"Hey, man."
Lucas looked up and saw the familiar eyes of Joey Avery staring at him. He'd been seated on the bench inside the locker room, trying to untie his shoelaces for what felt like ten minutes.
"Are you okay?" Joey asked with a frown of concern. "You look very distracted."
Lucas shook his head, trying to make his traveling mind come back to reality.
"Yeah, I'm alright," Lucas nodded in encouragement. "Great header today, Avery. I couldn't have done it better myself." The boy added, genuinely impressed by his teammate.
"No way you couldn't have, but thanks," Joey smiled, blushing. "I appreciate the extra encouragement."
"We're going to crush those losers from Memorial High… Did you see they play on a 4-3-3? I think I'll set up a…"
"Are you really okay?" Joey interrupted him, trying not to see too much into things. Lucas looked lost. "I've heard what you did for your brother. It was very honorable."
Lucas stopped his chatter for a moment and breathed in, still not believing the discovery he'd made in that same locker room just the week before. Thomas had been crushed after finding out Matt had broken his trust and Lucas had never seen his brother in a worse shape.
"Yeah, I definitely wasn't expecting to see that or to be put in that position," The teenager confessed. "But at least Robbins had the decency to tell Tommy himself."
"Kate and I can barely look at him in the eye, to be honest," Joey confessed, unable to take his eyes off Lucas. His blonde eyelashes were very long and very distracting.
"You're a good guy, Avery," Lucas finally looked at him again and stood up, giving him a pat on the shoulder. "My brother is very lucky to-"
Lucas' sentence got cut in the middle as he felt one hand pushing the back of his neck against an eager kiss.
"What the fuck?!" Lucas immediately pushed away, more roughly than he would have liked, making Joey take two steps back to regain balance. "Are you out of your mind?" He asked with disbelief, seeing how wide Avery's eyes had gotten.
Joey looked as shocked by his action as Lucas, but that wasn't at all a comfort. Luke noticed he shrunk, as if afraid Lucas would hit him.
"What the hell, Avery, have you gone crazy?" Lucas raised his voice, still in shock about what had just happened. "I'm a dude!"
Lucas was about to ask if Joey had failed to notice that but then he saw something else behind the embarrassment on his friend's face. It wasn't regret or confusion. It felt very much like disappointment.
"Did you plan this?" Lucas asked, disgusted at that idea.
"No!" Joey replied with honesty. "I am sorry," He declared, completely embarrassed. "The way you looked at me, I thought… I thought you were into it too," Joey confessed.
"What?" Lucas asked, unable to believe the situation. "I was just being nice!"
"I know now, I am sorry!" Joey looked like he wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury his head in it. "Please don't tell anyone!"
Lucas was really confused and he wondered why Avery didn't look the same.
"Wait, man, are you…" Lucas then thought about what he had once said to Emily. He had never seen Joey with a girl. Or even talking about girls. He used to hang out a lot with Kate Karev, and she was openly considered his best friend. Now that Lucas thought it about, it suddenly made perfect sense. "Avery, are you gay?"
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Owen had just finished putting dinner in the oven when he heard footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw his eldest son looking very grim.
He stared at Lucas questioningly, indicating his son should speak.
"What is it?" Owen asked straightforwardly, seeing the boy was visibly struggling. "What happened?" His guess was that Lucas had unsurprisingly done something out of line in school and was pondering about the best way to tell his father.
"Dad, have you ever had a dude coming on to you?"
The surprise was evident on Owen's face when he frowned heavily, wondering where that question was coming from.
"What do you mean?" He furrowed an eyebrow. Was Lucas trying to tell him something? "Are you asking me this because…?"
"No!" After seconds of trying to understand his father, Lucas saw the hypothesis on his face. "No, dad. It's not about me. I am asking you this because one of the guys on the soccer team made a move on me."
"Oh," Owen replied, finally understanding the situation. If Lucas had confessed he liked other guys he would do his best to support his son, but seeing as Lucas was with a different girl every week, it would definitely have been a surprise. "Well, what did you do?" Owen asked, sweeping those thoughts out of his mind.
"I got very mad," Lucas confessed feeling embarrassed. "To be honest, I felt a little harassed, you know? 'Cause he just came on to me and I didn't see it coming."
"I see," Owen listened, looking at his son with comprehension. "Did you tell him that?"
"No, I just shoved him away and…" Lucas sighed heavily. "I was very upset at the moment but then I realized he looked just as shocked, I mean… I don't think he was forcing himself onto me, you know? I think it was an impulse… It didn't feel like he was being malicious or anything but then, dad," Lucas looked very confused. "It got me worried and I was wondering what should I do?" The boy grabbed a bottle of water and played with it between his hands, visibly distressed. "I keep thinking, maybe he doesn't have anyone to talk to about this, you know?" Lucas looked from his hands to his father. "I mean, I don't care if he's gay… He shouldn't be ashamed of it or hide it, right?"
"Well," Owen leaned on the counter and folded his arms in front of his body, trying to see things through the best perspective. "Sometimes it's not as black and white, Luke. Try to be in his shoes. If he's on the soccer team, it must be harder on him. How many soccer players do you know that are openly gay?" Owen asked, seeing Lucas frowning in response, surprised by his own answer to that question. "You live here and you know that if you felt attracted to guys, mom and I wouldn't love you any less for it. But is your friend's family the same?" Owen raised both eyebrows in question. "Do you know if his parents would accept it? Maybe he is afraid." Owen pondered, seeing Lucas visibly was thinking it through. "And all that considering he is sure about his sexuality. You guys are seventeen, bud. It's not uncommon not to be sure and have doubts. You can't judge him for not doing what you would do."
"Yeah," Lucas frowned, thinking about how biased he had been. "I am pretty sure some of the guys on the team would treat him differently if they found out," Lucas was certain about that. It wasn't right, but he knew that didn't stop people from spreading hate around. "And now thinking about it… Honestly I am not sure if his family would be okay with it. His mom is very religious."
"If he is your friend," Owen said, taking a step forward and squeezing Lucas' shoulder while looking him in the eye. "Then you should be there for him. He is probably ashamed of what he did and will stay away from you. So you should go to him and talk. Explain how you feel and let him know he can be himself around you," Owen said, wisely. "What he probably needs the most right now is understanding and reassurance that it's okay to be exactly who he is."
"But I'm just one person, dad." Lucas said, feeling bad. It wasn't fair that people were so prejudiced.
"One person is better than no person," Owen advised. It was obvious his son cared about the other boy, or he wouldn't have looked for fatherly advice on the matter.
"Yeah, I guess you're right…" Lucas decided he would look for Joey the following day and make sure the guy knew there were no hard feelings and that Joey didn't have to hide who he was from Lucas anymore.
"You're a good person, Luke." Owen smiled at him. "And you're an even better friend."
Lucas shyly smiled back in response. Quickly his eyes became filled with mischief and Owen knew he'd throw in one of his witty comebacks when they were interrupted by Megan, who barged into the kitchen with a heavy sigh.
"Just because Robbie is sick he can get away with everything!" She complained, visibly upset. Not giving her father and brother time to ask, Megan continued. "It's not fair that every day he gets to pick what we'll watch on the TV. He always chooses annoying Marvel movies!"
"You have a TV in your room," Owen reminded her.
"It's not as big, though!" Megan lashed out.
"You know what I think?" Owen nudged her nose playfully. "I think you're not used to not being the spoiled one," He smiled, seeing she was irritated and couldn't deny what he was saying. "Why don't you go outside and check on Peanut's food bowl since you're already here?"
"But it's Wednesday," Megan frowned, obviously irritated. "It's not my day to care for Peanut."
"Well, it's Robbie's day and he's not in any condition to go outside so you be a team player and go do it, okay?" Owen ruffled her hair, seeing his daughter storm out of the house through the back door, angrier than when she'd arrived.
"You do know Tom already fed and cleaned Peanut today, don't you?" Lucas asked, drinking from the water bottle.
"Of course I know," Owen replied, with a teasing smile. "But Megan doesn't," He added, visibly satisfied with himself.
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"What is it?" Owen asked from the bed, seeing Amelia walking into the room with a heavy frown on her face. She bit her lip with worry before finally looking at him.
"I'm worried about Tom," She confessed, closing the door after her. It was past eleven and all the kids were already in their beds. "He's been quiet, he doesn't eat, doesn't talk. I haven't seen him smiling or being motivated about anything and I don't know what else to do to cheer him up."
"He is sad, Amelia," Owen said objectively. "He's just suffered a huge blow and he is grieving. It's normal. I'd be worried if he were walking around with a smile on his face like nothing has happened."
"Yeah, you have a point," She admitted, hating knowing her son was in pain. Amelia went in the closet and chose an old T shirt that was too oversized for her. She stripped off to her panties and put on the comfortable piece, feeling Owen's smell through the fabric.
"You know, I had a funny conversation with Luke today," Owen told her, amused. "You know what he asked me?" After seeing the look of interest in Amelia's face, he answered his own question. "He asked if I had ever been hit on by a guy."
The confusion was evident on Amelia's face, so Owen described all the details of the conversation he'd had with their son earlier that evening, seeing she felt as proud of Lucas as he did.
"Well, what was your answer?" She asked with a dirty smile on her lips, crawling on the bed next to him.
"What answer?" Owen frowned.
"Has a guy ever hit on you?" She asked, having fun at how he seemed uncomfortable with the idea.
"No," Owen said incisively. "Not like that at least. I've heard lines but that was it. No one ever groped me," He summed up, clearly not excited about the idea of being with another man. "What about you?" He asked without pretense, knowing his wife clearly liked the opposite sex, judging by over the years she had often made many comments about his body and how turned on she was by it. "Have you ever played for the same team?"
"Well…" Amelia looked away, with a smile growing on the corner of her lips.
"Amelia!" Owen looked immediately at her, not believing she was serious. "Really?" His eyes were wide with shock and amusement.
"Well, it was just once."
"How come you never told me about this?" He interrupted her, eager to find out more.
"I was an intern," Amelia confessed, seeing how his eyes were sparkling at her description. "We had a party one night, right after our board exams and everyone was seriously drunk, with the exception of me," She confessed. He knew she had had an alcohol problem since her late teens and the fact didn't surprise Owen. But it was obvious he was vividly imagining everything she was saying. "When I came home to my flat one of the girls who were drunk tried to kiss me and I let her. We made out and it was fun at the time," She confessed. "But that was it. Not that exciting," She confessed, amused at how he was disappointed with her short story. "I prefer something else," Amelia slid her hand through his naked torso very suggestively.
"You're not supposed to say that!" Owen complained, frowning, even though he was immediately turned on by her touch. "Girl on girl is only sexy when they are enjoying it," Owen sighed, frustrated. "Damn it, Amelia, you ruined it for me."
Amelia laughed, having fun with his response.
"How about me on you?" She asked seductively, caressing his abs with lust in her eyes.
Owen grabbed her face between his hands, kissing her with passionate desire at the same time he rolled over to her top.
"I still would have liked to hear dirty details, though." He added, grumpily.
"Would you like to hear me saying I fantasize about you with a guy?" She asked, with mock reprimand, loving that she was making him suffer.
Owen scowled immediately, obviously dreading the idea.
"Men are all the same," She rolled her eyes at him, feeling his body pressed harder against her. Amelia moved her hips upwards, suggestively pressing his.
"Maybe," Owen looked deep into her eyes with such intensity that he felt Amelia's heart beat racing against his chest. He grabbed her arm and put it above their heads, kissing her on the exact spot the blood was pulsating on her slim wrist. "If there is also one thing men agree on," He stated, brushing his lips against the column of her neck. "Is that we don't like to share what's ours."
"Really?" Amelia gasped for air when his hand invaded the inside of her panties, grabbing her butt with force while he pulled her hips against his even harder.
"Really." Owen looked up and saw how her eyes were sparkling. He nipped her lower lip seductively, feeling her melt under his touch. "Maybe the reason why it's so hot to think about you with another girl is because I can't," Owen looked into her eyes and Amelia noticed the intensity of his gaze, "absolutely can't imagine you with another guy."
"I am not sure if that's the most offensive," Amelia laughed when he pulled the collar of her shirt down to expose a part of her breast, "or sweetest thing you've ever said to me."
"Let's stick with the latter one," Owen suggested, pulling the shirt further down and brushing his lips on her skin, loving how soft it was.
Amelia felt his hands going down on her body, pulling off her panties with experience. She tried to roll over to be on top, but Owen didn't let her, obviously on purpose. When he looked at her with mischief, tempting and teasing her at the same time, Amelia smiled sweetly.
Too sweetly, Owen thought.
He could tell she was up to something and before he had time to ask her about it, Owen felt her fingernails digging deeply on his back, clearly in retaliation. He flinched instinctively, being assaulted by a sharp wave of pain. Owen looked at her outraged, seeing the smile of clear satisfaction stamped on her face.
"Ohh," Owen chuckled, looking at her with predator's eyes. "That's how we're going to play this, then?"
"No!" Amelia was torn between her will to laugh and her need to keep a straight face to intimidate him. Owen was much bigger and stronger, and competing with him for physical dominance was a sure loss, unless she played low. And luckily for Amelia, she knew exactly how to.
Owen smiled when he saw her frowned face, obviously dreading the situation she'd put herself in. He immobilized her, watching with pride as his wife struggled to free her arms. Playing these games with Amelia was at the same time painful and very rewarding. He knew very well how to measure his strength to tease without hurting her, but Amelia didn't seem to have the same concern. She would use all her assets if she had to, and that made that game even more challenging to Owen. Completely overtaking her was something he enjoyed very much, because his wife looked even hotter when she was mad.
"How are you so delicious?" Owen touched his nose to hers before devouring her lips, kissing her with erotic desire. He felt her reciprocating his kiss, willingly. When he finally pulled apart, Amelia took advantage of his distraction and took her hands to his hair, swiftly running her fingernails on his scalp. She knew it drove him crazy with pleasure and watched with delight as he closed his eyes, drowning in desire.
Amelia loved how Owen could oscillate between roughly intense and incredibly sweet. In one minute, he was looking at her as if he was going to take her there and then, and in the next he was whispering loving words in her ear, looking at her the way only Owen knew how.
"You're not fighting me anymore?" She asked, seducing him with her eyes.
Owen took one hand to her face and held her jaw with his open palm, using his thumb to brush her lips while his eyes seemed to burn with fire.
"Oh, I'm going to fight you alright," He decided, teasingly running his thumb on the outline of her lips. "Don't bite me," He ordered, knowing very well she wouldn't hesitate to.
Amelia opened her mouth in clear defiance and gently involved his thumb with her teeth, pressing it just enough to get a hold of him without hurting his hand. Owen looked at her overwhelmed with desire and when she finally involved his thumb with her lips, swiftly touching the tip of it with her tongue, he lost all control.
"You won," He bent over and playfully whispered in her ear, completely seduced by her.
Owen subsided, on purpose rolling on his back and bringing her to his top. Amelia was wearing only his shirt and when she found herself on top of him, she straddled his hips, splaying her open palms on his chest.
He looked deeply into her eyes with a mix of desire and mirth, running his hands on her naked thighs while gently squeezing them. Owen loved her legs. They felt amazing when wrapped around his hips.
"You're a witch," He teased her, staring lovingly at his wife. "What should I do with you?"
"Tonight I'll be the only doing anything," Amelia informed him, smiling provocatively while she sat up and removed her shirt slowly, taking her time to torture him. When she was done, she threw the piece of cloth aside, feeling his grip around her thigh tighten. Obviously tempting him, she bent over and kissed Owen with passion, breaking their kiss to nibble his lower lip provocatively.
He felt her small hands supporting the delicate weight of her body on his chest and contracted his muscles in response. Amelia used her nails to arouse him, being much gentler with her scratching this time. While she conquered his lips with hers, Owen got rid of his pajamas bottoms and underwear, finding himself lying on his back on their bed against the pillows while Amelia traced a line of wet kisses from his neck to his chest.
"I can't wait to see where that journey will end," He looked at her with the dirtiest smile on his lips.
"If you're patient," Amelia put one hand on each side of his hip, "You'll find out."
Owen could very well feel his blood rushing straight to his lower abdomen and pelvis, driving him more excited by the second. When Amelia finally reached the middle of his thighs, he closed his eyes enjoying the touch of her lips right where she knew he enjoyed the most.
"God, woman…" Owen's voice was barely a hoarse whisper. "Whatever you want, it's yours… Just don't stop what you're doing."
Amelia smiled mischievously, rejoicing in how easy and enjoyable it was to conquer him. Satisfied with her performance, she kept on teasing her husband until she couldn't wait anymore herself. Owen opened his eyes and smiled at her when she moved to his top again, straddling his hips at the same time she joined their bodies.
"I don't plan on stopping," Amelia returned his smile, feeling his hands pulling her hair to the back of her shoulders, gently caressing her.
"Good," Owen approved, pulling her head towards his so he could kiss her. "The more you, the better," He said with flattery, touching her forehead with his while she kept swaying her hips on top of him.
"Babe, are you almost there?" Amelia held onto his head for support and intensified her rhythm. "I am," She confessed, hoarsely. "I can't hold it any longer."
"Then don't," Owen demanded, watching as she lost total control of her body while reaching climax. Seeing the wave of pleasure assaulting her made him reach orgasm too and soon after, she collapsed on his chest, resting her head between his neck and shoulder.
"This is the best game ever," Amelia said minutes after, when she recovered her breath. She could feel the warmth of Owen's skin against her lips as she spoke, so she breathed him in with delight.
"Yeah," Owen agreed, caressing her hair with his right hand while his left struck her thigh tenderly. "I loved losing it to you."
Amelia laughed, slowly lifting her head to look at him. Owen watched her bend over right after their eyes had met, kissing him with sweet playfulness.
"You said I could have everything I wanted," Amelia reminded him, feeling his arms hugging her waist.
"Oh God," Owen rolled his eyes with pretend impatience. "When will I ever learn?" He asked, looking at her with an amused smile.
"Never, I hope," Amelia smiled back, enjoying their sweet banter. She took her fingers to his face and gently caressed his jaw, feeling the roughness of his shaved skin. "Are you growing a beard?" She asked, giving him a peck on the cheek.
"Do you want me to?" He rubbed her back while she stared lovingly into his eyes.
"Yes," Amelia whispered, turning her playful caress into a sweeter one.
"Well," He breathed out heavily, smiling with delight at her when Amelia kissed his knuckles repeatedly. "I guess I have no choice then," He pulled her closer, eager to fall asleep with her naked in his arms. "After all, I did say I'd give you anything you wanted."
"Everything I wanted," Amelia corrected him, feeling Owen playfully pinch her waist when he heard her rebellious response.
"Everything you want," Owen repeated with a smile on his lips, slowly falling asleep.
"Owen?" Amelia tried to catch his attention when she noticed he was dozing off.
"Hmm? He replied distractedly, already half unconscious. Amelia put her head on his shoulder again, finally closing her eyes when he firmly wrapped her in his arms.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
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