Nineteen
I opened my eyes to see Owl peering between my thighs. “You look sore, Ellie. You should probably keep your legs closed for a day or two, if you know what I mean.”
I frowned at his prognosis. I had no intentions of closing my legs to Hawk anytime soon. In fact, I was eager for him to get back from the shop so we could have some afternoon delight.
Owl looked down at me and laughed. It was clear those eyes saw more than he ever had occasion to say.
“Hawk is like any man, he likes the chase. Don’t make it too easy for him.” Owl’s hand caressed the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to my outer labia.
I thought about those words as Owl moved his hand down to massage the skin where my thigh met my butt. “Is that why you want Shakira? Because she makes you chase after her?”
Owl
