Page 105 of Deserving Lara
“I don’t think I have,” he said. Lara could hear the smile in his voice.
Reaching down, she grabbed his wrist. He paused, but didn’t remove his hand from under her clothes.
“We can’t. The doctor hasn’t cleared you for…this,” Lara said.
“Ican’t. But you can,” he retorted. “Now lay back and relax. I need this. Please, let me.”
How could she resist when he put it that way? She let go of his wrist and reclined with her head on his lap, careful not to put pressure on his injured leg. She looked up at him. “Touch me, Owl.”
“With pleasure.”
It didn’t take long. Lara hadn’t realized how wound up she’d been. Even though she and Owl were safe, it had still been an extremely stressful week. His fingers expertly brought her to the edge, then threw her over. But he didn’t stop after giving her one orgasm. He teased and touched and stroked her until she was shaking and trembling once more, his fingers buried deep within her.
When she began to come down from her orgasmic high, she saw him lick clean the fingers that had been inside her. He then helped her sit back up and curl against him. Lara noticed his dick was hard in his sweatpants, and grimaced.
“It’s fine,” Owl told her, not missing her reaction. “You can make it up to me when I’m better.”
“I will,” she vowed. “You’ll come so hard you won’t be able to walk.”
He chuckled, tightening his arm around her.
“Owl?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I want to keep playing that simulator game. Eventually, I want to get my pilot’s license. I never again want to feel as helpless as I did when you passed out. I’m not saying I want to fly tourists or anything, but I want to learn enough to be able to take off and land without thinking I’m going to crash.”
“Done.”
“And I want to continue to work with kids here at The Refuge. Guests’ kids, and eventually our friends’ children…if they want me to.”
“They will.”
“You…” Her voice trailed off as she tried to figure out how to ask what she wanted to without upsetting him.
“I…what?” Owl asked. “You can talk to me about anything. Nothing’s off limits. Nothing. You want to know more about my time as a POW? Ask. You want to ask if I’ll build you a huge house out here in the woods, I’ll do it without pause. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
“I don’t want a huge house,” she told him. “I mean, if we have those five kids you planned, we’ll need to add on a room or two, but I love this cabin. I can’t imagine ever living anywhere else.”
“Not even Washington, DC? You had a good job, your family’s there. Friends.”
Lara turned a little in his arms so she could meet his gaze. “My parents love me, but they don’t understand me at all. And I didn’t really have friends, just Cora. And she’s here. And yes, I loved my job, and my kids there, but there are children everywhere. Besides…you’re here. Why would I want to be anywhere else?”
“I love you,” Owl said. “So much, you don’t know.”
“I do know, because I love you just as much.”
They smiled at each other.
“What were you going to say or ask?”
“Just that…you didn’t sleep well at the hospital. You woke up in the middle of the night a few times and couldn’t get back to sleep. I know you’ve slept okay since coming home, but that’s probably because you’ve been on painkillers. Do you think your insomnia is back?” Lara had been worrying about that. He’d been doing so well, and she hated to think about him reverting back to his previous problem and suffering from lack of sleep.
To her surprise, Owl grinned.
“What? This isn’t funny,” she said.
“Lara, I was in ahospital. Someone came in every hour or so to check my vitals, or to ask me how I was feeling, or to change my IV fluids. Of course I didn’t sleep that well.”
