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Owen's heart literally stopped and then kick started again. Her words penetrated his mind and he could not help the grin that spread across his face. She wanted him. Just like he wants her.
Without thinking of the consequences or how bad of timing this is, he moves his hands over to cup her ass cheeks, pulling her tighter against him. He kisses her on the lips and she responds eagerly, opening her mouth and pushing her tongue into his mouth.
When her greedy little hands move down to his shirt to pull it up, he smiles against her mouth, knowing exactly what she wants. But before he does anything else, h
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Murder Motel Twenty One
Liv laid on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, fighting to catch her breath. Her whole body still tingled and trembled from the amazing bout of love making that Owen just introduced her to. “Are you okay?” He reacheds over to cup her cheek, to gently turn her head to face him. He is laying on his side, facing her where she lays on her back. He smiles at her gently and she nods at him. “I think so..” “I am so sorry!” He breathes and she freezes.
Murder Motel Twenty Two
Owen sits in the jail cell, feeling completely hopeless. He had hoped that his parents would have him out by now, but they will not set his bond, so he is stuck in jail until they do. “Matthews you have a visitor.” The officer calls out from behind his desk. A minute later the other officer opens the door to allow the visitors to pass. At first Owen does not recognize the man that walks in, until he sees his father behind him. The man is his childhood friend, Jesse Landers. “Owen, son, how are you?&r
Murder Motel Twenty Three
“Owen.” Liv looks up whe she hears Lacwy speak the name. Turning to face the woman, all she sees is a blur as her friend runs past her and launches herself at the tall, stoic figure standing in the doorway. Lacey wraps her arms around Owen, hugging him so tightly that Olivia feared that she would make his eyes pop out like one of those squezy, buggy eye toys. “I'm okay Mom.” Owen tells her, hugging her in return. He pats her back gently, but Andy must have seen it as him tapping out of the match,
Murder Motel Twenty Four
She is trapped in there with him and with no way to escape. His rough hands are roaming all over her body. She can not let him rape her! Yet, if she fights him, she would be costing her love his life. That is not something that she could ever live with. “You really are exquisite.” He murmurs, running the back of his knuckles down the side of her neck. She just sat there, staring at the wall over his shoulder, trying to distract herelf from the icky sensation of his touch on her skin. But he roughly presses his his knuckle into the pulse at the base of her neck, his fingers digging in and making her
Murder Motel Twenty Five
Owen moves beside his father as they head out into the darkness in search of the unknown figure that his mother saw. Neither of them have weapons, since Owen does not keep any at the house for far that the town's people would somehow know and that it would confirm every bad thought that they had about him. He does not want to confirm their lowest opinions of him, so he inhibits himself to please people that will never stop judging him. Although that realization is a nice little break through, it is not really very helpful to them at the moment, as they go to face a killer without a way to defend themselves.
Murder Motel Twenty Six
“He was with me all night.” Liv says immediately, the second that the sheriff comes into the living room, where Liv, Lacey, Jack and Jesse are sitting. “Okay.” The sheriff says with a nod. “Please, everyone have a seat.” Andy moves over to a chair and sits down, pulling Lacey into his lap. Jack sits on the arm of their chair. The sheriff takes the wooden rocking chair that sits under the window. That leaves the couch for Owen, Liv and Jasse. That leaves Liv nestled between Owen and Jesse.
Murder Motel Twenty Seven
Owen was in his room later that evening, looking throught the clothes in his closet to see if he had anything nice enough to wear to this bizarre meeting with the killer. The meeting that no one in his family wants him to attend. Liv sits on the bed watching him, anger in every line of her body. She did not offer to help him sneak pass Lacey, but she also has not threatened to turn him in to his mom, so he counts that as a win. She is neutral on the subject. Or so he thought.
Murder Motel Twenty Eight
Liv watched Owen go down and an involuntary scream left her lips. “Owen!” She slides from the chair to fall at her knees, rolling him towards her and cradling his head on her lap. “Owen, honey, wake up!” She pats his cheek roughly and his eyelids flutter. The back of his head is bleeding and she can feel it seeping through her pants leg. She looks up at the person who hit him, ready to light into them when she notices the gun pointed at her face.
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