Wow! This is the longest chapter I've written this far, but it's a really big one! Enjoy!

Owen's POV

A sudden, loud crash wake me, making me spring up in bed and reach for Claire immediately, pulling her in close to me in a protective manner. She looked just as confused as I probably did, but smirked up at me and brought her hand up to brush across my stubbly cheek and silently thank me for protecting her, even though the sound that startled me was only her family in the kitchen. The boys were most likely trying their hardest to quietly make breakfast for themselves. I brushed my hand over my face, letting go of Claire's waist and falling back dramatically on the many fluffy pillows that found a home on Claire's bed, letting myself wake up completely.

The bed shifted next to me and I didn't have to open my eyes to know that Claire was going to make her way into the kitchen and join her family. Not wanting to interrupt them too much, I stayed put and kept my eyes closed while she moved about the room, most likely getting suitable clothes on. When I heard the door creak open, I took a peek in her direction and couldn't help but smile at her. She was casually leaning against the doorframe, facing me, one hand on her hip and her opposite leg brushing gently against the other, presumably rubbing an itch or just warming herself up. Her head subtly nodded in the direction of the kitchen and her teeth started to tease her lower lip, enticing me and giving me no other option but to get out of bed and join her and her family. When I made it to her, she wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a loving kiss on my lips, pulling away and brushing my bangs out of my face. I hummed contently and rubbed my nose against hers before removing my hands from around her waist and grabbed her hand, our bare feet padding toward the noise that had startled us awake.

The image in front of us made us both look at each other simultaneously and laugh. Gray was standing at the stove, tip toes strained so he could see the food he was preparing better. There was egg and pancake mix residue on just about every surface I could see and loving, older brother Zach was seated on the island, heels kicking into the cabinets underneath it, eyes focused on his phone. While Zach didn't notice us enter, Gray noticed instantly and bee lined to us, leaving the bubbling and smoking egg concoction on the burner.

"Need some help, buddy?" I asked him while Claire rubbed some egg mix off of his cheek.

"I can do it." Gray confidently responded, turning and leaving us to take in the condition of the rest of the kitchen. He must have attempted to make pancakes as well, but failed miserably, because there was flour covering the counter and part of the floor and a sticky mixture of ingredients splattered on the stovetop as evidence. I expected Claire to freak out, full on panic actually, but what she did next shocked me.

"Gray, honey, come wash up for me. Owen can make some breakfast for us." Claire said, grabbing Gray's hand and leading him to the bathroom, catching my eyes as she was walking out and silently pleading me to clean everything. As she was walking away, she whispered something to Zach, who finally looked up, eyes widening immediately and dismounting the counter quickly, grabbing the paper towels from my hands and looking worried.

"So sorry about him. He means well, honestly." Zach muttered to me, not daring to make eye contact.

"Hey," I started, placing a hand on his shoulder to stop him and grab his attention, "it's not your fault and it really isn't his. He's a good kid and so are you. We know you both mean well." I felt him relax and he smiled at me finally before releasing a breath and helping me clean up the disastrous kitchen.

"You know we want you here, right?" I asked him, but said it as though I were telling him. He was en route to the fridge to grab the eggs again to make some actually edible food.

"I guess," he shrugged, "but it's been so long since I've seen Aunt Claire. I don't really know what to say to her." He placed the eggs on the counter, putting his arms out and dropping his head, defeated. He looked over at me, silently begging me for help.

"You could literally talk to her about anything and she'd be over the moon. Claire loves you guys so much and really just wants you to be happy."

Zach cracked an egg into the newly cleaned pan and the sizzle sound filled the silent void that ensued after my statement. I walked to the fridge and pulled out the bacon, placing it in the pan next to Zach's eggs and again placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to show him I was here for him if he needed me.

I turned and started toward the bathroom, going to check on Claire and Gray, but was stopped in my tracks when Zach called my name. I looked over my shoulder, slightly turning my body to acknowledge him.

"Thanks, Owen. I appreciate it." I simply nodded at him and smirked, not trusting my voice from wavering. Never did I think I would want a kid to like me so much, but Zach was so misunderstood, much like I was when I was his age. I saw a lot of myself in him and the need to help him through whatever situations were to arise washed over me. I was feeling protective of this kid I had just met, but it felt nice.

Claire was walking out of the bathroom just as I was about to walk in. She smiled at me and pushed Gray toward the kitchen to join his brother again.

"Everything okay?" She asked me, rubbing my back as we stood, again alone, in the hallway.

"Yeah, yeah. Just chatting with Zach. He's a good kid." She bit her lip to stop herself from smiling, but I saw it anyway and inwardly groaned. "What? Why the lip bite?" I asked her, leaning my head on her shoulder to shield my face.

"I just think it's really attractive that you like them so much." Claire told me, in a low volume voice, making it all the more intimate. I took my head off of her shoulder and raised an eyebrow at her. She chuckled, starting again. "If you think for a minute I didn't eavesdrop on that whole conversation, then you're wrong. Makes me imagine things and… ugh my family is here. Never mind." This sparked my curiosity.

"No, no. Tell me about these thoughts, Claire Bear." It was her turn to groan this time. She opened her mouth to speak, but we were interrupted by Karen walking out of her room.

"Good Morning!" She spoke from behind us, separating us and wrapping an arm around each of our waists, dragging us into the kitchen. "Whoa, Zach, you made breakfast?" She was shocked.

"Gray nearly burned the kitchen down, so I decided to help." He shrugged, making Gray gasp.

"Hey! You promised you wouldn't tell her!" He punched Zach in the arm and Zach just shook his head.

"Enough boys, we are guests." Karen scolded, walking away from me and Claire to pour a glass of orange juice and help Gray set the table.

The rest of the morning went on smoothly, no more major bumps along the way. We all ended up going to our respected rooms to prepare for the day that was about to ensue. Gray was talking a mile a minute about all of the dinosaurs he was excited to see, which were easily all of them, but it made the rest of us all the more excited as well.

We all headed to Claire's SUV and I hopped into the passenger's seat out of sheer instinct. I saw Karen smirk out of my peripheral vision as she climbed into the back next to her son's, but kept her mouth shut. I looked back at her and opened my mouth to offer her the seat, but she raised her hand in a motherly manner, to silence me and simply winked at me instead. Even though I knew she telling me that she was fine in the back, for a moment I felt genuinely bad just for assuming the seat would be mine. Karen was visiting and was the guest and should be allowed to sit next to her sister whom she hasn't seen in years. Karen must have sensed my overthinking and leaned forward, placing her hand on my shoulder whispering, "Don't worry about it," kissing me in a motherly manner and sat back. I relaxed then, knowing it was really okay, but scared that I would be overanalyzing everything this whole week.

Claire slid into the driver's seat and turned around immediately, asking if everyone was seat-belted and once she got a "yes" from everyone, she drove off toward the park. Soon after we pulled out of the lot, her hand reached for mine from my lap and rested them together on the middle console, for everyone to see. It made my heart happy to know Claire was so comfortable about us, maybe even more comfortable than usual around her family. Her family was so welcoming and loving and even though there were only three of them, I felt this dying need for them all to like me, for them all to want me to be around.

I brought Claire's hand, which was still tangled within my own, up to my mouth so I could kiss each individual knuckle tenderly, one by one, before bringing it down to rest over my heart. I was hoping she could feel how my heart was racing and it was for her only. She must have caught on, because she looked over at me very quickly and smiled. Her eyes were twinkling and pulling me in deeper, making me fall for her all over again. I was the one who broke the eye contact, not wanting to get in a car accident from distracting Claire, clearing my throat quickly.

"So, Gray, what do you want to see first?" Claire asked the young boy, whose feet were kicking into the back of my seat out of pure excitement.

"The T-Rex!" Gray all but screamed, causing Zach to flinch and then scoff and take his headphones out.

"Zach, no." Their mother said simply, holding out her hand and forcing him to give them to her, which he did with a moan. Karen put them in her purse and with a triumphant smile, caught my gaze and laughed.

Claire pulled into the lot near the Innovation Center and turned the car off. Everyone sat quietly for a moment, Gray impatient as ever, trying to open the car door several times before Claire clicked the small button next to her, releasing Gray into the dinosaur infested world. Zach slid out after him and then Karen followed ensuite. The door closed behind them and Claire and I looked at each other.

"Are you okay?" She asked me, turning herself slightly in her seat to face me.

"Yeah, I just want them to like me." I told her honestly, no need in hiding the truth. I chuckled to myself and raised one of my arms to scratch at the back of my neck, a nervous tick of mine which Claire has most likely caught onto by now. She looked at me sympathetically and leaned across the middle console to kiss the worry lines off of my forehead, then finishing up with a loving peck on my lips, which made me hum in satisfaction.

"You have absolutely nothing to worry about, Owen. You are about to be The Raptor Trainer / Badass. I just run the behind the scenes, but you're the cool guy." I knew she was right in the sense that these boys were gonna love what I had in store for them and that I really did have nothing to worry about. Her hand came down and rubbed my shoulder to release some built up stress before opening her door, winking and jumping out.

When we entered the Innovation Center, Gray was everywhere all at once and no matter how many times his mother asked him to slow down, or stay close, he just wasn't up for listening and had to touch everything at that exact moment.

Claire and Karen had given up on him and just got done telling me that they were going to head up to the lab, to see the new eggs that had been hatched just a week before. They said this in hopes that Gray would hear and come join us, which he did and excitedly ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Zach and I lingered and took our time heading up the stairs and I clapped him on the back again, like I had this morning in the kitchen. I was trying to silently tell him that sure, today was going to be long and mostly surrounded by what Gray wants to do, but it'll be fun and that we have the whole rest of the week to do everything else. He smiled at me and sent me an appreciative look, which I needed.

When we all got upstairs, Gray was forced to stay by us, which was hard for him, but surprisingly he did it without complaining once. We got an official behind the scenes look at all things Jurassic World. Claire and I were here every single day and we knew everything that the lab techs were telling us, but seeing Gray and even Zach's reactions to it all was amazing. It was as if we were learning everything all over again, but for the first time.

The tour was quickly over and we were on our way to the individual exhibits. Claire was trying to leave the T-Rex enclosure for the end because she knew Rexy's feeding schedule, but that didn't stop Gray from asking after every single exhibit if it were time to see the T-Rex yet. He had fed the Brontosaurus' and ridden in the gyrosphere with Zach, but no matter what we did, all Gray wanted was Rexy.

Claire and Karen both gave up, sick of the young buy asking the same question so much, so they took him to the enclosure 45 minutes before her feeding time. Gray was absolutely fine with this and scurried and snaked his way to the front of the discovery window to watch the creature in her mock-natural habitat. I could see his face smushed up against the glass from my spot in the back where I was standing with Zach.

"Wanna go get a soda or something?" I asked Zach, nudging his shoulder. "I promise we'll be back before the feeding. We might not have front row, but we'll be hydrated." I told him, making him actually laugh at me and nod his head, heading to the entrance of the enclosure. I walked over to the bench where Claire and Karen had seated themselves and let them know where we were going. Karen smiled at me and thanked me for including him which made me happy and nod at her simply.

I walked out to join Zach and walked with him over to the concession stand where they served overpriced everything. Zach's hands were buried in his pockets, sending a closed off vibe my way.

"What are you gonna get?" I asked him, trying to engage him again.

"I'll just have whatever you're getting." He responded, not making eye contact. I walked up and ordered two regular sodas and it impressed Zach when I flashed my employee badge and got the drinks for free. We sat under an umbrella table and silently sipped our drinks and I realized Zach was going out of his way to avoid eye contact. I sighed and got up without saying a word, walking away and hoping what I was about to do would work.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Zach spluttered out. I turned around and gave him a faux confused look.

"Oh? Sorry, it seemed like you wanted to be alone. Didn't wanna bother you." I told him with a shrug. He exhaled a shaky breath and sat back down on the bench seat.

"My dad doesn't really do this. When he's not away on business, he's in his office working. He doesn't have time for me and Gray and obviously he doesn't have time for my mom either. That's probably why she's divorcing him. I. Just don't know how to do this." Claire had told me about the divorce and I knew it might come up, but I was never expecting Zach to open up so much.

"I know it sucks, man. My dad left us when I was young, too young to really remember him, but I never really had a father figure in my life either. Mom raised me and she was phenomenal, but it's different. No one there to teach you to shave or how to tie a tie. Trust me, I know the feeling. I didn't mean to like push myself on you or anything," I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, which seemed to work from the smile forming on Zach's face, "but you're a cool kid and I don't plan on leaving your aunt anytime soon, so I'm here to stay. Always here if you need me." Zach raised his head and looked at me, tears brimming his eyes, but he wiped them before they could fall. He got up from his spot on the bench and hugged me.

As we walked back to the T-Rex enclosure, closer to feeding time now, Zach seemed happier. He didn't seem as shut off from the world and sad, which made me happy. Zach joined Gray at the front and I found a seat next to Claire and Karen in the back.

"What did you say to him? I haven't seen him look this happy in years."

"Just a little man-to-man talking. I think he needed it." Karen smiled and rubbed my forearm, thanking me.

"Ugh, Claire. How did you get so lucky? Can I borrow him for long weekends maybe?" Her question made me and Claire both laugh. Claire rested her head on my shoulder and let me wrap an arm around her so we could be closer.

"This one is all mine." Claire told her sister, making me blush slightly, content with the way things were in this very moment.

After they finally saw Rexy eat, then went over and watched the Mosasaurus show while captivated everyone. Finally, it was time to head over to the Raptor paddock and meet the girls. The drive was no longer than ten minutes, but I was nervous about how everyone would react to them. They were amazing and majestic, but sometimes could come off as scary and I didn't want to scare Gray at all.

When we pulled up, I jumped out and wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans. I showed them around the offices inside and then to my own office which was small in comparison to their aunt's. Me and Claire shared a knowing look when Karen sat down on the couch and mentioned how comfy it was. Once we were finished up on the inside, I brought them out to the holding center. The girls were all safely harnessed into the metal holders so that everyone could touch them and experience these dangerous, wonderful creatures firsthand. Gray was in awe when I took out a step stool for him and let him pet Delta all on his own, I knew Karen was holding her breath, so I brought her over to Charlie to show her just how safe this all was.

"Aunt Claire! Come feel this! It's crazy cool!" Gray called to Claire making her smile.

"No, it's your turn Gray." She told him, smiling and waving him off. She sees the raptors all the time and knows everything about them. I talk about them more than enough and ever since our relationship started, she's at the paddock way more than normal.

"She's around them all the time." I told the boys, making everyone, including Karen, turn their heads and gawk at me, "She's even fed them before from the catwalk." I informed them, making Karen's jaw drop open and turn to her sister, playfully hitting her in the arm.

"Our Claire? She has fed Velociraptors?" Karen was in shock, but I simply nodded at her.

"Can we feed them?!" Gray asked, more excited than I've seen him all day.

"That's up to your mom, but it is completely safe, just a bit high off the ground." I announced to everyone, all eyes turning to Karen. Even Zach seemed excited about the situation, making it nearly impossible for Karen to say no. When she did say yes, Gray hollered with excitement and jumped off the step stool, informing me that he was ready to feed them.

Karen made the boys hold onto the railing as they walked across the metal catwalk more than 20 feet in the air. I was carrying my regular bucket of rats in one hand and held Claire's hand in the other while we walked over to the normal feeding zone. I made my normal whistle noice and all four of the girls heads turned from their spots below us and they obediently lined up. I showed them how to hold the mouse and what sounds to make. I did, however, hold on the back of Gray's shirt when he stepped up on the railing to get a better look at them. I knew he wasn't going to fall in, but you can't be too careful. I ran through a routine of the normal exercise we do and everyone was stunned. I was proud that the girls had behaved so well and that everyone enjoyed themselves as much as they did.

It was nearing lunchtime, so we planned to head back to the apartment to make food, but once Zach saw the food court, we all heard his stomach growl. We decided to eat on the resort and do anything else we missed after lunch.

"Grady?" I heard my name being called the second we stepped foot in the food court. I spun on my heels, Claire mirroring me, and I came face to face with Vic Hoskins. I inwardly groaned and felt myself square my shoulders.

"What's up, Hoskins?" I asked him, trying not to be rude around Karen and the boys. Hoskins is a pig and always has a nasty or rude comment about things that usually rubbed me the wrong way.

"So it's true? You finally tamed the emotionless beast." My smile immediately done and I dropped Claire's hand, balling my fists so tight that I'm positive my knuckles were white. I felt Claire's hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down, but I couldn't control my rage.

"He's not worth it, Owen. Let's go." Her quiet voice was only a whisper in my ear, but Hoskins probably heard it anyways. I released my fists and shook my hands out, finally getting feeling back as the blood was flowing again. I released a breath and nodded my head, turning around and not saying a word to him.

"Wow, she has you trained, whipped even. Wonder what that's like in the bedroom?" Hoskins didn't even know what hit him, but one second he had a cocky smirk on his face and the next, he was knocked onto the ground by my fist connecting with his face and a steady stream of blood was pouring from his nose.

"Fuck! Grady! You broke my nose!" He screamed, startling some of the nearby guests. I heard Zach and Gray behind me, a ping me up and basically applauding me for what I'd done, but Claire and Karen both looked horrified. I had no clue what to do. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I ruined this for sure, all because I let Vic Hoskins' words get to me. Of all people, I let Hoskins ruin my relationship. I bowed my head and stepped over the still bleeding man and out the door, not looking at Claire once. I found a bench outside of the restaurant and sat, defeated, not sure what to do next.

As soon as I sat down, Claire called my name, making me look up at her tear-filled eyes. She smiled at me and all but ran over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and slamming her body against my own. Our mouths met in a heated fury and her I grabbed onto her waist to support her before gently placing her back on the ground. When we broke away, a wiped a stray tear that was threatening to fall. She smiled tenderly at me and pecked my lips once more.

"That was very chivalrous of you." She stated, detaching herself from me, stepping back and now noticing the small crowd that had started to form.

"I don't know what got over me. I couldn't stand that douchebag saying those things about you, thinking those things about you. He needed to be taught a lesson. I don't know if this is gonna get me in trouble or you…" she cut me off by shaking her head.

"Don't even worry about it. I'll take care of it. Thank you for standing up for us though. It was new for me. I know Karen's going to get a kick out of it." She smiled and laced our fingers together, walking back toward the restaurant and making a show out of stepping over Hoskins who was still laying on the ground cradling his deformed face. We joined Karen and the boys in a booth and ate lunch without any more interruptions, the whole event being pushed aside, not bothering anyone.

The rest of the day seemed to fly by and soon enough we were back at the apartment with grocery bags full of food for the rest of the week. The boys and Claire were already in the apartment, Karen however offered to help me with the rest of the bags. Once in the elevator back up, she started to question me, taking her shot during our first time actually alone.

"So, when did you guys start sating?" Karen asked simply, lowering her bags to the floor.

"Two months ago tomorrow actually." I informed her, smiling to myself and her.

"And what are your intentions with my little sister? Because if you break her heart I'll make sure you live to regret it." Her forwardness threw me off.

"I would never hurt Claire. I fully intend on marrying this woman." I confessed not only to Karen, but to myself. I was shocked by the confession, not because I didn't feel that way, but because I never thought I'd find a woman like Claire. Not only was she smart and dedicated and beautiful, but she was also generous and giving and though not many people know the real Claire Dearing, somehow she decided to trust me and I would never ever do anything that would jeopardize us being together.

"That is lovely to hear, Owen. I've never seen Claire like this before. She's so bubbly and fun around you and I can tell you are the most important entity in her life. I guess this is a welcome." She finished, making me give her a questioning look. "Welcome to the family, Owen." I knew the smile on my face nearly split it in half, but that's what I had been waiting for. I needed that confirmation from her, from anyone really, that me and Claire being together was right. In this moment, I realized that all of the second guessing I had been doing was for nothing. I knew from the very beginning that this was how we were supposed to be. Claire and I against the world, happy and healthy, loving every moment; together.

Dinner came and went and soon enough, Owen was impatiently waiting for some game show to be over so he and Claire could head to bed. After saying goodnight to everyone, they all split up into their separate rooms and called it a night. The second Claire was through the door frame, I had Claire pinned against the door, silencing her shocked gasp with my lips, battling her for dominance. Earlier in the week, Claire had made me promise that we wouldn't have sex while her family was over, but the way she was responding to my touch, I knew where this was headed.

I helped her step out of her pants as we made our way over to the bed, not forgetting to lock the door before stepping away from it. She sat down at the end of the luxurious sized bed and looked at me with such innocence that a fire started forming in the pit of my stomach. If I have learning anything in the short two months our relationship had been transpiring, it was that Claire Dearing is anything but innocent. She softly trapped her lower lip between her teeth as she watched me rid myself of my jeans and my shirt, standing in front of her in only my boxers that were slowly becoming unbearably tight in the nether region.

"We have a rule this week, Mr. Grady." She reminded me, leaning back on her extended arms and enjoying the show.

"Oh, Ms Dearing. Whoever said anything about having sex with you? I was planning on making love tonight." Instead of her completely swooning and letting me have my way with her, she scoffed and rolled her eyes, smile still on her face.

"It's not gonna be that easy, babe." She told me matter-o-factly. I groaned, moving my hand down to adjust the bulge in my boxers. Then I got an idea. I wasn't going to have sex with her, but I was going to blow her mind. I smirked at her and made my way back to her seated self. I pushed her back on the bed and hovered myself over her. Her breathing was labored and her chest was moving quickly against my own. Out of instinct, my hips came down on hers and grinder against her core, making Claire gasp and her jaw to drop. She threw her head back on the pillow, giving me better access to her neck where I decided to pepper kisses up and down her neck, sending chills all over her. I reached my hand around to her back, underneath her shirt, where I unclipped her bra and threw it carelessly behind me.

My large, calloused fingers teased the sensitive, silky smooth skin under her breast while my thumb gave attention to Claire's needy nipple that wanted more than anything to be tended to in these late hours of the night. My hand had subconsciously found its way under the thin fabric of her bedtime shirt and after Claire's "no sex while family is here" rule, she must have known I was just hungry for some attention and good, old-fashioned loving. I slowly started to bring Claire's Hirt up and over her head, leaving her naked in front of me, her leg coming up to hitch around my hip, pulling me in closer.

"I thought sex was a no-no." I said to her.

"I need you to make me feel good." She huffed, frazzled by the pint up emotions. I quickly focused my attention back to her neck and slowly started to kick down her neck to above her breasts. My hands were hard at work, massaging and teasing her breasts, trying my best to give Claire the most pleasure I possibly could. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and rolled the other one between my fingers, turning my hand over and skimming my knuckles across it as well, sending another wave of chills through her body. Claire's hands tangled into my hair, directing me on where she wanted me to go. I pulled back, forcing her to let me free, earning a confused and almost upset look from Claire as well as an utterly sinful moan.

My tongue dragged down her sternum at an agonizingly slow pace, teasing her more than usual. I found myself getting immense pleasure from listening to and feeling the light vibrations of Claire's barely audible moans as I made my way down her body. I let my tongue dip into her navel and I looked up at her, her eyes dark with passion and her hands pulling at the sheets underneath her. I smiled and planted a gentle kiss on the small patch of hair she kept nicely groomed on her lady business, really enjoying how turned on she was.

"Let me take care of you" I said, not breaking eye contact and watching as her head lulled back and came up again, eyes rolling into the back of her head before making contact with mine again. She was panting now, almost animalistic, but attractive nonetheless. Claire nodded her head vigorously and her teeth clamped down on her lower lip full force, probably drawing blood. I grabbed one of her legs and dropped it over my shoulder, letting it rest on my back while I brought the other one up to do the same. She smiled down at me, hands disconnecting from the sheet and lightly scratching my scalp.

She was spread open nice and wide for me and I easily took a broad lick up her slit, tasting her juices and applying pressure when I felt necessary. Her heels instantly dug into my back, trying to pull me closer and her hands in my hair pushed my face closer as well. I brought my hands up to help me keep her spread and also pleasure her more. I started to trace the alphabet over her clit, Claire's moans weren't allowed to get too loud because her family was here, but her hands and feet were pulling me and pushing me to direction me to her favorite spot. I knew when I reached it because I felt her stiffen up. Her toes pointed and dragged up my back before I felt her thigh muscles clench and a stinging in my scalp from where she was pulling forcefully at my hair. My Claire released suddenly on my tongue which I lapped up easily and wiped my mouth on the back of my hand when I was finished cleaning her up.

"Wow…" she panted, not having enough strength to even look up at me yet. I hummed at her in response and kissed her inner thighs while she came down from her high. When she moved up on her forearms, I knew she was recovering and I could continue.

"Oh, we're not done yet." I growled at her, getting a shocked look in return. I gave her a minute to relax before I crawled up the bed and sat down like normal, pulling the pretty sedated Claire onto my lap. She smiled at me and wasted no time in meeting my lips for a fun and frisky make out session. I helped her straddle my lap and when she started to move her hips and rub up against my bulge, I knew she was ready for what I had up my sleeve. I grabbed her hips and moved her so she was straddling only one of my legs - on of my thighs actually - and let her slowly piece together what we were doing.

"Hold on." She stopped me, placing a delicate hand on my chest for space and support. "What do you expect me to do?" She asked me with genuine curiosity.

"Well, if I cant be in you," I started, "then you're gonna get off either way and I want you to be on top." When she still looked confused, I kissed her nose gently before flying her in, "You're gonna ride my thigh, baby." The look on her face was priceless. I knew she was going to panic, but she would love the feeling, I knew it.

"Owen, I don't know how! I've never done this let alone heard of it." I sighed and moved her to the position before looking her deep in the eyes, locking our gaze.

"We don't have to, but it'll feel so good. All I ever wanna do is make you feel good, Claire." That must have been the assurance she needed, because she shyly nodded at me and placed her hands on my shoulders.

I grabbed her hips and helped her spread herself on my thigh. When her wet lips opened and I felt her insides slide around on me, I couldn't help but let out a groan from deep within me, ready to bust at any moment. She smiled at me and leaned forward, applying more pressure to certain areas that needed the most attention. I was incredibly hard, painfully so and Claire must have caught on because her hand reached down to cup me over my boxers and squeeze me over the fabric. It was my turn for my eyes to roll into the back of my head and then Claire decided to pick up spread on my leg. She was taking her time, but it must have felt amazing from the reaction she was giving.

Suddenly, she helped me slip out of my boxers completely, letting my member slap against the skin of my lower abdomen and stand at full attention. She stopped her grinding for a minute and looked at me, shocked.

"Fuck, Owen, does it hurt?" I chuckled at her question, shaking my head no, but taking one of her hands and directing it to where i needed her. She started to skillfully pump me in her hand while simultaneously getting herself off on my thigh and she looked like a champ. I felt her start to speed up on me, so I brought my hand down to her clit, rubbing it vigorously while my other hand clawed into the skin of her hip, helping her drag her thrusts out a bit longer. I felt my thigh get considerably wetter as she same, shuffling back slightly and taking me into her mouth. With a few more flicks from her talented wrist, I was cumming in her mouth. She swallowed my load with a smile and crawled up next to me in bed, pulling the covers back and helping us get comfortable.

"And why couldn't we just have sex then?" I asked her, seriously confused.

"I was going to say volume, but I really cant give you an honest answer." She admitted, cuddling up next to me and lacing her legs with mine, dragging her foot up my calf.

"I do have to ask you something." I informed her, getting her to turn her head and look at me. "This morning, you said you were imagining things you couldn't talk about because your family was around." She simply nodded, a small smirk growing on her face. "Care to enlighten me?" I finished, running my fingers through her sweat matted hair.

"This may sound strange, but I've been having these dreams about us… in the future. We are together and probably married."

"Probably?" I ask her. She nods and continues.

"I never get far enough into the dream to tell, but we do have… a child." She stops and looks at me for a reaction. I simply smile and egg her on, wanting to hear the rest. "He's a little boy, looks a lot like you, but also me. We are happy. I cant stop imagining it and it actually doesn't scare me, which is a first. And after seeing you with the boys today, who knew guys who were great with kids would be so attractive." She finished, smiling and rubbing my chest.

"Karen asked me not to break your heart today in the elevator or she'd kill me." I confessed to her, making her bury her face and hide from me.

"Sorry about her." She mumbled.

"I know, she's just looking out for you. Want to know what else I said?" she nodded her head vigorously. "I told her I fully intend on marrying you." Claire brought her head up this time, not breaking eye contact.

"Did you mean it?"

"Of course I meant it, Claire. I couldn't ever find someone who fits better into my life than you do. You're really it for me. This isn't like a proposal now or anything and it probably wont come for a while because that really just isn't me, but I do want you to know I love you and I need you in my life to be happy." Tears welled in her eyes and I wiped them before they had a chance to fall.

"That's one of the reason's I love you… you're big on happy endings." She finished, letting her head hit my arm and urged me to turn and look at her. For the first time in our relationship, I wasn't looking at Claire or a woman I love, she was much more than that. She officially became my future and my forever with just one glance.

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