Stern Men Always Finish Last

Chapter 13

A/N: This update is a bit more mature then my previous ones.

The car ride back to Sean's was quiet, but not uncomfortable. I held onto Sang's hand as if she was my lifeline. Glancing over at Sang I could see that she was just as lost in thought as I was. Thankfully, she did not seem distressed by her thoughts so I left them to her.

However, I was a jumbled mess of emotion, worry, and excitement. We were going back to Sean's , alone, and I had every intention of trying to push our physical relationship forward. Be careful, Owen. Go slow with her. Let Sang lead. These thoughts kept running through my head. But the conundrum was how to let Sang lead. She doesn't instigate contact easily, nor talk about her feelings, desires, or relationships well. If I prod her for the discussion or react to her physical cues – ones she is probably not aware she is giving – am I leading her on? I don't want to go too far and have her regret the steps we take, but at the same time I want her, all of her. Quite frankly, the 19 year old in me is screaming to get closer to her; to have my hands on her, my mouth on her and to be in her. I want to give her pleasure and watch as she comes undone beneath me.

But how do I get there? I cannot just go from zero to sex right away. It would cheapen what I am trying to build with her. I may want her with every fiber of my being, but I have to be sure that she wants me too. Can I discuss my wants with her? Let her know that she is in the driver seat with the physical aspects of our relationship from here on out? I'll go as far as she wants in whatever time frame she wants. If all she can handle is kissing and some heavy petting then, that's what we'll do and I'll be happy. Do I believe that I can be happy with just that? I ponder that thought for a while and come to the conclusion that I can be happy with where we are now. Because she is everything and just imagining a life without her is physically painful.

We arrive at Sean's condo and I hurry to exit and open her door. As she steps out my phone chimes at me. Normally, that wouldn't be strange, but since I'm on sick leave I haven't had a text message come through. I give Sang a quick kiss and tell her to go inside and that I'll join her in just a moment. She enters and I glance down at my phone.

Sean: Remember to let her lead, own. You know from discussions with the boys and her that she has progressed from just kissing, but she is still new to all of this. Just remember, she loves you. Let her show you that love at her own pace. And for heaven's sake, have fun. Don't do anything that I wouldn't do!

How does he always know when I need a pep talk? And how did he know I was thinking about more?

Owen: While the list of things you wouldn't do is quite short, I will be sure to exercise proper restraint. How did you know I was thinking about more with her?

Sean: Oh, please! I can read you like a book. Besides, spending the evening with Pookie in your arms in that skin tight dress, you would have to be a saint to not want more. And while you have far greater impulse control then I have in my pinkie, even you cannot be unaffected by her charms for that long.

Owen: I'm fairly certain that even Mr. Taylor the senior has greater impulse control then you. Now, stop texting and get back to work. I have a date to continue on with.

Sean: Owen! That hurts! Certainly I can beat out Luke. No go have fun!

I quickly enter the condo and find Sang curled up on the couch watching Beauty and the Beast. She has taken off her shoes and has her legs curled up underneath her causing her dress to ride up on her delicious legs. As the blood in my body races to my groin, I have to control the impulse to grab her, throw her over my shoulder, and carry her to the bedroom where I can ravish her. Be smart about this, Owen.