Every instinct I had urged me to grab Owen, but it was obvious he still had more say.
“But wait, there’s more.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you remember when I said I didn’t want kids?”
“Yeah?”
“I lied. Not tomorrow, but I do want them.”
Joy exploded in my heart, and I dragged Owen onto my lap. The cats scattered with indignant yowls, and I gave a silent promise that I would apologize later. Owen offered no resistance, looping his arms around my neck and giving me a cheeky grin.
“So, we’re cool.”
“We’re so goddamn cool right now.”
I captured his smiling mouth in a kiss that I hoped he felt down to his damn toes. My tongue stroked against his with an urgency that overtook every thought in my head. His soft moans spurred me to deepen the kiss, and his tongue tangled with mine in a dance that sent trembles through me.
In three months, my life had gone from pining for an unattainable man to that same man being ready to move in and turn my house into our home.
“Bear, c’mon.”
Owen pushed off my lap, grabbed my hand, and helped me off the floor. After another fleeting kiss, he ran out of the room, with me fast on his heels. The musical laughter I’d always loved trailed him.
I grabbed for him, but he danced out of the way. As we ran up the stairs, the cats headed for the catio. The conversation between them wasn’t hard to decipher. They were less than impressed with our antics. We’d make it up to them later. Owen ran until he stopped at my—our—bedroom door.
Neither of us managed to speak once we made it into the bedroom. It was all about need and want and love. We stripped off our clothes faster than it seemed possible and fell onto the bed in a tangled heap.
Our bodies craved what the other could provide. I pushed Owen underneath me and settled in the juncture of hips. Our cocks were pressed between us and the delicious friction was enough to make us both gasp.
Owen looked like the perfect pillow princess as he lay under me. I dropped my head to tease one nipple and then the other. My teeth nipped at the hardened point before my tongue soothed away the sting.
When Owen tried to grab me, I captured his hands and drew them above his head. He writhed and squirmed, which only served to further harden our cocks with each brush of flesh.
“Babe, you all right?” I asked.
The only answer he could manage was a low moan as he bucked against me. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing my grip on him long enough to grab the lube. Instead, I kept his hands in one of mine and spit into the free hand. With a shift that left Owen whimpering, I grasped our cocks in hand. Between the spit and precum, there was enough friction for me to jack us both.
We rutted against each other, both too far gone for coherent thought or words. No one else mattered in this moment. It was him and me and us. In our little cocoon, we bucked and rubbed until we were ready to burst.
“Bear, oh fuck.”
“Come for me, baby. I need you so much. I love you. I love you.”
My chant was needy and desperate, with no fucks given. When Owen arched underneath me, I knew he was almost over the edge. His guttural moan triggered my release. Ropes of hot cum spurted from my cock, quickly followed by Owen’s.
I collapsed next to him with his body still wrapped around me. Our harsh pants were the only sounds in the room. Slowly, our breathing evened out, and as always, Owen fell into a quick cat nap.
Lying next to Owen, I knew everything important in my life would happen with this man. I never wanted him to leave my home or my heart again. In a blink, I saw a future with a little girl, who shared her father’s musical laugh and golden eyes, in the backyard under the shade of the fir trees, chasing her feline sisters as they chased her. Her name was Dorothy.
