Jurassic Love

Chapter 10

wow chapter 10, at least my book is longer than of mice and men ;-) enjoy this, hope it doesn't break too many hearts!

Owen was furious. And by furious, I mean he was inconsolable for the whole walk back to his motorbike. He drove faster than ever and as I clung onto his waist I felt his heart beating fast under his warm chest and I squeezed lightly in a desperate hope to calm him.

"Owen wait!" I said after we had gotten off the bike. Straight away he was slamming into his bungalow, taking two long strides up the small flight of stairs to the front door. I rolled my eyes as I made my way up there too, more calmer than him. He was in the fridge when I got there, about to open a bottle of beer when I took it out of his hand.

"Do you really think that-" I began, but I was cut off by his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss, filled with fury and rage, but also hurt. He wasted no time in picking me up, his hands resting on my ass as we made out heavily, our tongues battling for dominance, but of course he won. I was so engrossed in the kiss I didn't notice him sit down on the sofa, me straddling his hips, our lips not breaking once. I whimpered as I felt his erection pressing against my heat and his lips sucking on my neck. My hips began moving against his, completely on their own, causing Owen to curse and lift my shirt over my head. The skirt I was wearing bunched up around my thighs and Owen put his hands under it to hitch it up slightly and grab my hips, pressing them firmly against his. My hands ran up and down his chest before I pulled his shirt out of where it was tucked in his jeans and tugged it over his head, revealing his toned, tanned chest.

"I need you so badly..." he moaned into my neck as our hips continued to move against each other, and my eyes flickered to behind him where the beer bottle was abandoned on the side in his fit of rage.

"Owen, this is wrong." I said, pulling away from where he was kissing down my chest, about to remove my bra.

"What? No, Rosie, it's not." he said, his eyes dark with lust and a hint of disappointment.

"I want this, I want this so bad, but not like this." I surprised myself by admitting, "you're not in the right frame of mind, you're pissed off."

"Well what do you want me to do light some fucking candles?" He said, even more irritated. I sighed and climbed off his lap awkwardly.

"Well I'm not just going to fuck you when you're mad and want to take it out on someone else." I told him, grabbing my discarded shirt and putting it back on.

"I don't know what you want from me."

"I don't know what you want from me, Owen." I said, "what is going on here?" Owen merely shrugged and confirmed all my thoughts.

"Rosie I'm not exactly the type to romance over a salad in a fancy restaurant, I've already made that clear." He said honestly. I folded my arms over my chest, staring at him.

"I get it, I do." I said and relief washed over his features.

"You do?" He did a double take.

"Oh yes of course. You're more of a fuck and chuck kind of guy?"

"Rosie it's not... it's not like that-"

"But it is isn't it Owen?" I said and he stayed silent, just because I had put it so brutally unnerved him.

"Women aren't property Owen, you can't just-"

"Oh save me the lecture Rosie. I thought you were different." He said spitefully.

"Different? I said I didn't like dates, I never said I was up for casual sex whenever and wherever!"

"I guess I thought wrong."

"I guess you did." I said, staying silent. We kind of looked awkwardly around the room, but it was so distracting with his shirt off.

"Look, I'm not asking for some cheesy pick up lines and a promise ring, hell that's the last thing I want right now." I paused, "but some common courtesy and respect would be nice."

"Oh don't worry I'll make sure I fucking call you after I kick you out of my bed five seconds after your orgasm." Owen said sarcastically, "why don't you save us both some time and get out, we both know how this ends don't we?" He said coldly, not daring to look at me in the eyes. With my tongue in cheek I spun on my heel and marched out of the house, before walking up to his abandoned motorbike and throwing a great big discarded spanner on it and kicking it even though it hurt like a bitch.
I walked into my living room and collapsed on my sofa which is in the exact same place as Owens and I let the tears fall. In one day I had lost my only friend on this god forsaken island and my neighbour who was sort of my friend who I kissed 3 times.

Instead of wallowing in self pity, I fixed my make up and decided to walk up to the main building, to find Claire and apologise. There was no need for both of us to be sitting moping over Owen Grady.
I didn't look in the direction of Owen's place, I even walked the long way to avoid going past and the walk allowed me to calm down a lot more and almost smile. Almost. I wondered about texting Claire, but then I would be met with the text messages Owen and I had sent recently and I wasn't ready to see those yet.

"Miss Phillips, good evening." The security guard said as I walked into the control room for the second time that day. I hadn't noticed but the sky had mellowed into a deep hue of pink and orange with fluffy clouds, a lot of time had passed since earlier.
Claire was sitting on her own in the control room, everybody else had left for the night. She was spinning listlessly in her chair and eating out of a giant tub of Jurassic World's own brand ice cream.

"Got another spoon?" I asked and she quickly spun to face me. I bit my lip nervously, and as we both looked at each other we burst into tears and ran at each other.

"I'm sorry!!!" We both sobbed into his each other's hair before laughing and squeezing each other tight. At least something was right.

"I don't have another spoon, but we can share?" She said hopefully, holding me at arms length.

"Of course." I said with a tearful grin and we tucked in together, taking it in turns to eat and to rant about the asshole that was known as Owen Grady.