Hey guys. Sorry about the long wait, my jobs sucks and I am usually too tired to even think. Onto some good news, I have an original work out called Dangerous Obsessions, chill people it's free. If you have the time type it in google and you will find it from author R. . On another note I have become enamored with Sherlock, Benedict is so frigging hot it isn't even a joke. So a the moment I am doing a one shot with an OC and Sherlock. Do keep an eye out for it, it should be up in a day since I have all these ideas running in my head.
I want to thank all of you again for your support. Without it I probably would have given up on this. so here I am going to throw kisses for all of you and I hope you enjoy the latest chapter.
* Edit* The Sherlock story has been posted and it's called It's You.
Chapter Twenty Five
Ignoring Owen Grady doesn't seem to be doing too well right now. I sent him on his way the next morning after our night together. Obviously the method doesn't seem to be working on him, basically because Owen is mostly hovering outside of my place, and almost arguing with Rex about why he should be allowed to come in again. I laze on the musty couch just smiling to myself. Rex won't let him in anytime soon, since he knows that I am still annoyed by Owen. I peek out the window and see Owen standing in front of Rex's face. Rex is laying on his belly and is barely paying attention to Owen.
Owen does some arm waving to get his point across and Rex opens an eye lazily and watches the movements. Eventually Owen seems to get the picture and stomps off to his tent, I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing at the scene. I don't want Owen to know that I have been watching his sad attempts to get inside.
Later finds me staring at a huge dead buck in shock. I look up at Owen
"What is this?"
"A buck"
"I can see that, but why is it here on my doorstep?"
I didn't even know we had normal creatures on this island.
"It's an offering"
"Of what? A mess for me to clean up?"
He rolls his eyes
"No, it's to show that I can provide for you"
"The only thing you should provide right now is s clean up service for this carcass"
"Come on Rae, all I am asking for is a chance"
"All I am asking for is for you to disappear from my doorstep, because disappearing from my life is too hard for you"
He rubs at his chest
"You hurt me so"
The smile however rebels against the words. I turn around to go back inside
"Have Rex eat it, you never know he might love you again"
I close the door and move to the window to watch him. He looks forlornly at the door and my heart thumps in my chest with the hurt he is showing. I clench my fist and feel my nails cut into the flesh. I move away from the window and sink onto my bed in the next room.
The day is over and I go outside to get the clean sheets for the bed. I see Owen beginning to make a fire and the carcass has disappeared, most likely into Rex's mouth. That dinosaur can eat anything at any time. He even had blood splashed across his mouth from a full meal the one time but saw another creature he had nibbled on before and went straight for it. I swear he is like a black hole.
I get onto the step and I see two large fillets of buck meat. I look at Owen who is not paying me any attention. I put the sheets onto the couch and silently go back for the meat and put it in my fridge. It wouldn't hurt to cook it later and share it with him; he did do the hard work after all.
Suddenly there is a crack and I feel the electricity in the air. The sky has gone dark and the sound of thunder fills the air. The winds have picked up and I know that a thunderstorm is fast approaching. I look out and Owen is looking up at the sky as well. Rex wakes up from another one of his names and strolls off into the trees for cover.
I go outside and walk up to Owen
"It won't be safe out here for you"
He nods but says nothing to me. I lick my lips which his eyes zero in on
"Pack up your things and come inside"
"I shouldn't"
I grab him by the arm
"You agreed that it will be dangerous now pack up your things and come inside"
Before he has a chance to say anything else I begin packing up some of the things he has around the camp and go back inside. When I come out again he has his tent packed up and I go to put out the fire. Suddenly the downpour hits us both and we run with the last few things inside.
I drop whatever things I have on the floor and go to my bedroom to close the windows.
When I turn around I can see Owen stripping of his clothes in the other room. When he gets down to unlace his boots I remember that it is good manners to offer the man a towel. I call for him and he looks up. I motion to the towel and he finishes off the laces on his boots and kicks them off before approaching me. He reaches for the towel slowly and I watch as the beads of water make their way down and soak into the band of his pants.
I hook my fingers into the belt loops and guide him into my bedroom. I walk backwards until I find myself sitting on the lush bed. I urge him to get on his knees on the bed, I lean into him
"You've done well Owen"
He leans down and his lips part
He kisses me, slow and languid. My hands move over his body and before I realise it, I have a naked Owen in front of me. I let him take off my clothes, slowing him down when he gets too excited. When I am fully naked I fall backwards onto the bed and push myself further up on the bed. Owen follows and we kiss again. My fingers run through his hair and he moans into my mouth.
He covers me with his body and throws one of the sheets over us. I guide him into my body, every nerve of mine feels like it has been set on fire and receptive to Owen. I know that I will never accept another man to take the place of Owen Grady. His facial hair scrapes against my cheek and I turn my head to lightly bite at his cheek.
As I feel myself get to the edge I whisper
"Owen"
"I love you"
My eyes widen in shock
"I love you Rae"
I hold onto him as his hips begin their stutter signalling his oncoming completion. I push up into him and whisper into his ear
"I love you too Owen"
He smiles and buries his head into my neck. He gives a particularly hard thrust and I find myself falling into a pleasurable abyss. When I manage to get my bearings again, Owen is whispering sweet nothings while still taking his pleasure.
"Alpha, Alpha please"
His hips jerk at the name
"My Alpha"
That does him in and he comes, the warmth of him rushing in me.
I feel satisfied in a way that only Owen makes me feel, content, complete. I pet him absentmindedly as he recovers
"Gets me every time"
I smile knowing that he is referring to being called Alpha. He gets off only to spoon me, his heart rate slowing signalling that his near sleep. When I think that he is asleep I hear him say
"Don't send me away again"
I take his arm and wrap it around me
"I won't, I promise"