“Oh, cricket. I’ve probably loved you from the moment you stole my box of crayons in first grade.”

“I did not!” I exclaimed. “Those were mine, and you know it.”

His chuckle echoed in the stall, sounding like a thousand Owens surrounding me.

“I just told you that I love you, and you’re arguing with me about crayons.”

“I was not. I was just pointing out the fa—”

He silenced me with a brutal kiss that left me panting.

“Aspen Easterly, I love you so much that I tattooed you on my skin so I could keep you with me, always.”

Smiling, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips in continuous kisses along his jawline.

“Owen Ramsey, I love you so much that I don’t want to date anyone else when you leave. I want to try to figure out how to make this work.” Pulling back, I added, “Even if it’s for a couple of months a year that I get to see you, I want to try.”

“Me too, cricket. Me too.”

His hand slipped between my spread thighs and rubbed along my slick sex. “Christ, you’re so wet for me.”

Closing my eyes, I titled my head back, my ponytail capturing droplets of water from the shower. “Hearing you tell me you love me just… does something to me.”

His other hand grasped my heavy breast and lifted it toward his waiting mouth. His tongue swirled around the nipple while his hand between my legs pistoned a finger in and out of me.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he repeated, and I felt myself coating his fingers in all my desire.

He latched onto my breast, sucking on the bud and areola. Around my tight, puckered hole, I felt him run a slick finger back and forth. The sensation combined with his warm mouth as he finger-fucked my pussy left me writhing on his lap. I was feeling everything, everywhere… until I exploded in a myriad of pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered as I fell over the cliff, riding Owen’s hand like I was at a derby.

“That’s it, cricket. Ride my hand. God… damn,” he uttered.

As I came back to reality, he wrapped an arm around my waist and stood. I felt his cock align with my center, and my pussy practically begged for him to climb inside. But he gently swapped our positions, so that I was resting on the bench, and he was standing in front of me.

Owen licked his lips as he kneeled on the hard tiles and pushed my legs apart. My pussy was on full display for him as he skimmed his hands up my thighs until his thumbs brushed against the swollen folds. He flicked a finger up toward my clit, brushing the overly sensitive bundle of nerves, and I twitched, calling out his name.

“Bend your legs and put your feet on my shoulders,” he commanded, eyes pinned on my sex.

I followed his directive until I was fully exposed to him.

“Christ, what did I do to deserve you?” he asked rhetorically. “I’m going to fucking devour you, baby.”

Owen slipped a finger into my channel as he bent forward, sucking my clit into his mouth. The onslaught was powerful and overwhelming, but as I squirmed against his face, I felt myself pressing closer to him.

His tongue flicked wildly along my clit before he moved down toward my slit. Just when I thought he was going to fuck me with it, he moved past.

He couldn’t possibly want to put his mouth on my…

His tongue pressed against my asshole and began moving up and down.

“Oh my God,” I cried out, resting my head back against the cool tile. One hand inadvertently reached for his head, gripping his wet hair. Was I trying to push him away or hold him closer? I had no idea, but whatever he was doing, I didn’t want him to stop.

While feasting on my rim, he swirled his hand around my clit until my legs began quivering. My toes curled as he moved, his fingers back on my pussy and he lapped at the swollen bundle.

Soon, I was crying out his name again as I clawed at the tiled bench. My legs skated down his arms and fell at his waist. I could barely open my eyes the release was so powerful. It took me a minute to catch my breath, and when I settled, I gazed up to find Owen washing his face.

“What are you doing?” I questioned as I tried to right my body but found myself unsuccessful.

“Well, I plan on kissing you, baby. And as much as I enjoyed eating you until you coated my face with your juices, I didn’t think that was on your dessert menu tonight.”

My cheeks flamed as I quickly shook my head.

“Can you stand?” he asked, holding out a hand toward me.

It took a couple tries, but I finally managed to pull myself upright.

“Good,” he smirked with that sexy grin I fell for every time. Paired with his gray eyes, there was nothing Owen couldn’t ask me to do. “Think you can give me one more?”

“More what?” I asked as I shivered and moved under the still-warm spray. Whatever water heater Rory had installed did a great job.

“Orgasm. I want to fuck you, baby.”

“Um… yeah, I think so,” I replied demurely.

“Thank Christ.” Owen wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted me so that I wrapped my legs around his waist again. My overly sensitive folds rubbed against the head of his cock, and I felt an aftershock run through my system.

He held me in place with one strong arm wrapped around my back, while the other guided his cock into my entrance. Inch by glorious inch, I sank farther down until his shaft was buried in my channel.

“Owen,” I moaned. “I… feel… so full.”

“Is it too much?” he asked, not letting my body move an inch. He sounded as if he was holding on by a thread. I shook my head as I clung to him.

“Good,” he growled as he lifted my body slightly, then dropped me back down.

We groaned simultaneously as he repeated the motion. After a few pulses, he pressed my back against the tile. The coolness was welcome against my heated skin. With the new surface to support us, Owen held me in place while he rocked back, then thrusted his erection inside me. I saw stars at the new angle and clenched my thighs tighter around his hips.

“God, baby. I can feel you milking my cock already. Your pussy is so hungry for my dick. I’m going to feed her until she’s so full of my cum that I drip out of you for the next week.”

I’d never realized how turned on dirty talk would make me. Maybe it was because it was Owen, but I felt myself tremble with yearning as he pounded into me.

“Yes,” I whimpered as I clawed at his shoulders.

Thank goodness he’d been doing therapy with Kelsey, because I almost—almost—worried I would hurt his shoulder. But I was so lost in climbing to the pinnacle of my release that I didn’t care.

“Come for me, cricket. I want to feel you.”

Shifting his hold around my waist, he used his free hand to slide under my thighs and rub the puckered hole at my backside.