Authors: Leah Holt
Come Home Bad Boy (31 page)
I peered up at the handsome figure who was more than just a man.
In the beginning, Owen had been my challenge. Then, he'd been my temptation.
Eventually he'd proven himself my hero.
And now...
He was my love.
Charlie
A
year had passed since that horrible ordeal in the woods.
I sat on the front porch of my home, the beautiful sunrise warming my face when it shined between the breaks in the tree branches.
I'll never get tired of how peaceful it is out here in the morning.
Owen's hands fell over my shoulders and squeezed them. “She's still passed out in there.” He leaned in and kissed my neck softly.
A smile spread across my face as I brought a hand up to his. “Good, hopefully she sleeps for a while. It was a rough night.” I sipped my coffee as he sat next to me on the porch swing.
Our daughter, Oriana, was born six months ago. Her name meant 'dawn.' She was a gift for both.
The first time I'd heard her small cry, my world changed completely. It was as if my eyes had been replaced by a new set. Everything shined brighter and stronger.
A fresh beginning to our new life.
We had decided to move to my hometown in Louisiana. It felt good to be back, surrounded by my family and friends. Everyone there was really accepting of Owen; it helped that they didn't have an inkling of what he was known for.
I'd decided to not tell anyone about what had happened to him or me. He deserved a completely clean slate, a place that wouldn't have eyes watching his every move. He had spent so much of his life in the headlines and under suspicion, he needed to be rewarded for the person he really was, and not who everyone
thought
he was.
After the police arrived that night and took Brice into custody, our lives didn't fall into place right away. You'd think that once someone else admitted to the actual crime it would be easy to just have it all erased for the innocent party.
Unfortunately, things aren't that simple.
The court system doesn't like being wrong. I spent countless hours in meetings with lawyers and in court, trying to get Owen's name cleared.
After three months of hearings and statements, it was all finally put to rest when his brother took the stand and grew the balls to do something right for once. He ended up being the key to erasing Owen's record.
Brice is currently serving life in prison for killing that guard, never mind the aggravated kidnapping.
I was finally able to watch Owen let himself relax and enjoy the life he had been given. He no longer had to worry about his brother trying to drag him back into the criminal underbelly.
We both had realized that there was nothing left for us in New England. His family ties had been severed completely, and I still had no job.
Sara had gotten an offer to work in Washington state. She didn't want to leave me homeless, knowing I couldn't afford the apartment on my own, but I encouraged her to go for it.
Despite his innocence, the town still treated Owen like he was a killer. They shunned him completely. Neither of us could go anywhere without hushed whispers floating behind our backs while people stared and pointed.
I didn't want to raise our baby in a place where people would constantly be judging us. I wanted to leave, move far away and start over.
And I did.
We did.
The click of feet shuffled against the glass door. “Biscuit wants out,” he said as he stood and pulled the handle. Biscuit jumped into view, bouncing onto my lap before curling up in a ball. He rested his head against my thigh as he looked off into the distance.
“You love it here, huh, Biscuit?” I ruffled the fur that covered his eyes.
It had taken us some time to get on our feet. I'd been lucky enough to be able to ask my grandfather for some help; he let us live in the small apartment above the garage on his farm.
Then, I'd found a small office in town and opened my own practice.
The prison system was no longer a place I wanted to affiliate with. After everything I learned about what Owen had been through as a kid, it really hit me in the core. He'd spent his younger years fending for himself, he'd become a product of his environment.
There were so many young children out there dealing with similar histories of drug and alcohol abuse, I felt it necessary to try and focus on them. It seemed more ideal to try and give them the tools and support they needed before they got sucked into the dark side that would eventually ruin their lives.
“Do you have a lot of work today?” I asked, lifting my feet up and placing them over his legs.
He ran his fingers through my hair and twirled it around between them. “Yeah, I've got a few big jobs that need to get done. But, I'll still be at Oriana's six month check up today.”
After the move, Owen had opened up his own automotive shop. He's really gifted with being able to fix and repair cars. The garage below us had been empty and my grandfather let him use it to get his foot in the door. His shop had been highly rated and was constantly busy.
Even with the demands his job required, Owen's first priority was our daughter and his family. I found it amazing to see this man and his love for his child.
She's the light of our lives, that's why we had chosen that name for her. Every sunrise meant a new beginning, dawn was the glow that started the day. Without it, there would be nothing but darkness.
The day she was born, Owen looked into her eyes and said something I will never forget;
A man will do very little for himself in comparison to what he will do for his family.
Owen's hand ran down over my cheek, pulling me from my thoughts. My eyes took in how sexy and handsome he was. I tingled with excitement as his hand continued down my body. “How long do you think she's out for?” I asked with a wink.
A smile spread across his face. “I'm sure it'll be long enough.” He chuckled slightly as he moved Biscuit off my lap, leaning in to press his lips against mine.
His hand wrapped around my hip and he lifted me to straddle him. His cock was hard instantly as I lowered my weight. Owen's hands lightly draped the skin of my arms and a rush of chills flowed over my flesh.
God, I love him. He's amazing.
My head fell back as he drew small kisses across my neck and over my shoulders. His fingertips gently slid the straps of my nightgown down, exposing my breasts as a cool breeze drifted across my nipples, making them hard.
I brought my hands up and gripped his neck, pulling him in to suck on my breasts. The warmth of his tongue and delicate nibble of his teeth made me moan loudly.
“You like that?” he whispered into my ear as his hips shifted beneath me.
“I love that.” My hand reached into his pants and gripped his cock. I stroked slowly over his shaft and to the head, brushing the plush ridge.
His eyes closed and a heavy breath escaped his mouth. “Fuck, Charlie...”
“Guess
you
like that,” I teased, scraping my nails lightly over his balls. They tensed under my touch, and when I pumped his shaft again, I felt the slippery hint of precum.
His readiness had my center burning hot. Whatever patience I had was melting, my desire building up like a cement wall. Pulling his cock from his pants, I licked my lips at the sight of it. The early sun made it pinker, the thick flesh rigid and curved.
I moved my panties to the side, with one hand I spread my lips open and ran his swollen tip up and down my wet pussy. The shaft pulsed against me.
As I leaned in closely to his face, a hushed voice spilled from my lips. “Want to go inside?”
He lifted his eyebrows, nostrils flaring. “You fucking know I do.” He held me tighter, pushing me forward so that I ground against him. The tip of his cock bumped my clit, and I gasped.
I couldn't take it, not any longer.
Adjusting my hips, I rolled my pussy over him; I was so wet he slid easily inside. Owen's hands gripped my ass firmly, he guided me up and down on him. His muscles tensed, almost like he had no control of them.
Owen brought his hand up and grabbed my hair, pulling down firmly, our bodies moving together in one fluid motion. The swing creaked and shook as it rocked back and forth while we made love on the porch.
Leaning back, he arched his spine and growled. Watching how his shirt stretched, I slid it up, exposing the ink on his torso. I was compelled to touch the art, tracing the muscles and ink. Owen was incredible looking, I knew I'd never get tired of staring at him.
Inside of me, his cock twitched. “I'm going to cum, I can't hold it,” he said. Sweat glistened on his brow; I bent in to kiss it away.
Owen curled my hair in his grip, forcing me to meet his eyes. I froze, gazing into the depth of his irises, sinking in without wanting to return. “I love you,” he whispered.
It felt like his eyes were peering into my soul. Every inch of my body tensed. “I love you, too.”
His fingers dragged down over my bare back, following the indent of my spine. Then he caught my waist, using it for momentum, my pussy hitting down hard on his lap with each thrust. He lifted the front of my nightgown so he could watch his thick shaft disappear into the warmth of my soft, pink lips.
It turned me on to know he couldn't contain himself. Sparks of heat bloomed in my core, my body crushing—squeezing—as it shook with delight. The pleasure was immense, my heart so frantic I was getting dizzy.
A long moan exhaled from behind my lips as my orgasm hit. The wetness flowed over my thighs, my flesh riddled with goosebumps.
He was close behind me, panting so that it was all I could hear. With his palms embracing my ass, Owen gave a final thrust. He thickened, pumping into me with burst upon burst of cum.
I fell onto his chest, our breathing heavy as we stared into each others eyes.
He was meant for me. We were supposed to find each other.
A small cry escaped the open window above our heads. Biscuit ran up the porch steps and jumped onto the glass door, his ears perked to listen as he looked inside.
“See? Perfect timing.” Owen's laugh radiated from behind his grin.
I was smiling, but I was too wrapped up in his existence... in the moment... to laugh. I couldn't pull my eyes from his. He had turned my world into the one I'd always wished for.
I couldn't imagine myself without him, and I didn't want to.
Once, Owen had said I belonged to him.
Now, I truly knew what that meant.
He's mine... I'm his.
We're chained together.
Forever.
THE END
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rowing up in a small town with little to offer, Leah Holt's imagination was able to run wild. She loves to write romance with intense alpha guys, the ones we all desire but dare not admit to. Who doesn't love a bad boy riddled with muscles and tattoos?
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