Forsaken Duty (Red Team #9)(85)

“Yeah. It’s a motherfucking miracle you survived those two.”

She reached out and hugged him. He stood, bringing her to her feet so he could hold her.

“So what’s going to happen to my dad?”

“Jax had coordinated his meeting with your dad with the FBI. When they came in to arrest him—honey, your dad killed himself.”

Addy buried her face in his chest. She didn’t cry, though—she had no tears for her dad. She just leaned on him. Owen rubbed her back. “I know it’s no excuse for his behavior, but they completely owned him. His only choice, most of your life, was to do their bidding.”

She looked up at him, her eyes shifting from blue to orange. “So I was in the Omni world my whole life, wasn’t I?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“And Jax? Do you know more about which side he was on?”

“I’m leaning toward him being on our side now. We think this whole thing is going to break loose really soon. I need to go talk to the guys.”

“I understand.”

“I hope I’ll find you in my bed when I get back.”

She smiled. “That’s where I’ll be.”



Owen’s room was dark when he returned a few hours later. He hoped Addy was where he’d asked her to be. Tonight of all nights, he needed to be with her. The curtains were open. Moonlight filtered in through the sheers, spilling over her slight form in his big bed.

Owen stripped and slipped under the covers, already hard for her. He rolled to his side behind her, but stopped himself from reaching for her. He didn’t want to spook her.

“Laidy. Wake up.”

She smiled but didn’t stir.

He put his hand on her hip and kissed her shoulder, the nape of her neck, her cheek.

She rolled onto her back. His hand settled on her soft—naked—belly. She touched his face. “Are you all right?”

“I’m the one who should be asking you that question, given what happened earlier.”

“I’m glad it wasn’t you or Jax who had to take my father out.”

Owen didn’t share that sentiment, but didn’t feel the need to point that out. He moved over her, settling himself between her legs, holding himself up on his elbows. The silver moonlight made her look magical. The feel of her soft body under his was divine. He kissed her again, letting his tongue stroke hers. He kissed the side of her mouth, then let his lips explore hers, the upper, the lower, then both together as his tongue stroked the seam they made.

He arched his back to kiss her neck, her chest. Her hands were on his shoulders as he put his face between her breasts and pressed them to his cheeks. He nuzzled the underside of one breast, then let his thumb flick her tightened nipple while he kissed and nibbled and sucked the other breast.

He looked up at her, a breast in each hand, and grinned. “I love these.” They were more than a handful, such generous bounty. He held one, pointing its erect nipple upward. Taking her hand, he rubbed her nipple around her own hand. She looked from his eyes to what their hands were doing.

He sucked her middle finger into his mouth, then pulled it out and rubbed her damp finger over her nipple. When he moved it away, he blew cool air over her skin. He could feel her body tighten.

Holding the sides of her chest, he bent his face to the valley between her breasts, kissing and licking as he moved down the center of her ribs to her soft belly. He caught her navel in his mouth, biting gently, then swirling his tongue there. He made his way, ever so slowly, over to her hip, grazing it with his teeth.

He slid down her body so that his shoulders were between her thighs, leaving her wide open. She was neatly groomed there, a tight triangle of soft curls. He rubbed his cheek over her mound. She gasped as she propped herself up on her elbows.

He was hungry to taste her. He looked up at her, then had to pause to watch the storms he saw her in eyes, wishing he could see what colors they took on. The room was too dark for that. He lifted her legs over his shoulders as he lay between them. Reaching a hand up to her breast, he kept a forearm pointed downward on her belly and used his fingers to separate her, then bent his face to her core.

She gasped when his tongue first touched her. Her thighs tightened against his face. He took his time exploring her with his tongue, his lips, his fingers, finding all the places and ways of touching her that made her breath hitch. When he felt the first reflexive jerk of her hips, he knew he’d found a way into her dormant soul.

He adjusted his hold, using one arm to steady her hips, freeing the other so he could penetrate her as he sucked her clit. She gasped. He knew she was close to an orgasm—he could feel the tension in her thighs. She was so wet. He tapped his fingers against her g-spot as his tongue stroked her clit.

Addy cried out as an orgasm took her over. She braced her feet on the bed and thrust against his face. Owen held her in place, keeping his fingers working her from the inside as his mouth did its magic outside. One orgasm slipped into another and another. He knew she was barely aware of him shifting positions so he could enter her. He felt the last little tremors slip away as he moved inside her.

She cried out when he seated himself, filling her. He knew it was from hunger, not fear, because her legs locked around him, keeping his hips against hers. She reached for his face. He lowered himself fully against her body, then arched down so he could kiss her, wondering if she tasted herself on his lips. Such sweet nectar. He fucked her mouth with his tongue as his body took hers. Her hands were everywhere over him—his back, his chest, his face. She dug her fingers into the back of his head. They were both breathing hard.