Semua Bab Fight Dirty: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Owen“Rumor has it you haven’t taken anyone home with you in over a week.” Logan unlocks the office door and looks at me over his shoulder. We just got to Getaway and are getting ready to open for the day.“What, you’re keeping tabs on my sex life now?”“Someone has to. You certainly aren’t.”“I lost count years ago.”Logan rolls his eyes and pulls out the desk chair, sitting in front of the computer. “I’m sure your lack of fucking has nothing to do with Charlie being back in town.”“Why would it?”“Because you want to fuck her.”“Of course I want to fuck her,” I shoot back. “Have you seen her?”“She’s more than a piece of ass to you.”I make a big deal out of checking the schedule hanging on the wall, even though I know it. Charlie is more than a piece of ass. She’s always been, and she always will be. I’d do anything to get her back. And fuck…that’s exactly what I’m going to do.“You’re right,” I tell Logan, who looks surprised by my confession. “I do want to fuck her, but I want mo

OwenI will prove it.I’ll prove it a thousand times over and over again.I’m a changed man now that she is home and I have my second chance with her. The kind of man Charlie needs. The kind she’s always needed. I told her anyone willing to let her go was an idiot, and I’m the biggest one of all.There’s no denying it anymore. From the moment I saw her again, everything changed. The lies I’ve been telling myself became just that—lies. I don’t want to be single the rest of my life. I don’t want to just be an uncle. I was able to convince myself that it would be enough…and then I saw her again.And everything changed.“I remember you,” Jackson tells Charlie as we walk into the house for dinner. “You’re not sweaty now.”Charlie laughs. “Not yet. If I stay out here long enough, I will be.”“We could jump in the pool.”“I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”“Sometimes I go in in my underpants,” Jackson tells her.“I like that idea,” I say, nudging Charlie with my elbow. She laughs and shakes her hea

Charlie“Sorry, sweetpea,” I tell Tulip, who’s pathetically meowing by the bedroom door. “You can’t go out there. We’re both stuck in here.”I open my laptop, set on watching a movie and passing out. I just got back from taking Owen home, and his big truck is parked out in front of the house. It’s only a matter of time before someone asks me about it, and I’ll have to reiterate my story about how Owen is still the same carefree—or careless—boy he was back when we were together.Not even ten minutes into the movie, someone knocks on the door.“You decent?” Carly asks.“Yes,” I tell her. She opens the door, and one of the dogs dashes in before she can grab her. Tulip limps under the bed and my heart about falls out of my chest. Fuck, we need to get out of here. Maybe I’ll rent a room in the only bed and breakfast in Eastwood. It would still be cheaper to live there for a month and a half than it would be to rent my NYC apartment for a week.“Sorry,” she says, shoving the dog into the ha

CharlieIt’s just dinner.Everyone has to eat. It’s a basic human function, and talking with Owen is harmless. Because that’s all we’re going to do. Talk. So what if seeing him standing at the door this morning in nothing but boxers got me all hot and bothered. It doesn’t matter. And if I divert my thoughts, I almost forget how good his cock felt inside of me.How the sex was good almost every single time. How Owen took his time with me. Was more concerned with pleasing me than enjoying it himself.Our first time was painful, and I didn’t realize how well-endowed Owen was back then since I’d never seen another penis before. We had sex for the first time together after our senior prom—cliché, I know.It hurt, probably only lasted five minutes, and had me freaked out for a week that I was pregnant. I didn’t want to get pregnant in high school, but once I was in college, everything was fair game, and once we started, we couldn’t stop.“All right,” I tell Tulip, dropping down to the floor

CharlieOwen’s arm is still around me when I wake up. The first light of dawn is shining through the window. I can tell it’s going to be a sunny day already, vastly different from last night. The power is back on, and the air conditioner is pumping the room full of cool air. The ceiling fan is on above me now too, chilling my skin. I was hot last night and only covered up with a thin quilt. Owen stayed outside the blankets and didn’t cover up at all.Inhaling deep, I feel Owen’s fingers press against my body. My eyes flutter shut again, and I want nothing more than to roll over and slip my arms around him. How easy it would be to fall back into his arms and ask him to never let me go.But I can’t, because I know better. Besides, I’m not at a good point in my life to start something new…even when what we had isn’t new at all. Owen’s embrace used to be my favorite place to be. It didn’t matter where we were or what was going on around us. As long as we had each other, everything felt ok