One Night Only

Chapter 21

"First you have to -"

Taking the gun, I take over completely. His lips part in surprise and a moment later, I aim at the target. I shoot six times in a row before handing the gun back to him. Pressing the button, I watch the target as it comes up to us. There is a small cluster of shots in the center. "There. I'm going home now."

Turning, I walk out of the room with him following behind. "Bye Paul," I say to man behind the counter.

"See ya, Madison."

"What the fuck was that?" Owen asks when we get outside.

"You're a great teacher," I say, noticing Dominic is no longer here.

I begin walking down the side walk but he stops me. "When did you learn how to shoot?"

Pulling my arm away, I turn around towards him. "When you bailed on me. Why is it that you can never make time for me? It takes last night's events for you to finally listen to me."

He closes his eyes for a moment before sighing. "I'm sorry."

"That doesn't cut it anymore," I say, turning around and walking away.

"What do you want me to do?" he yells from behind me, causing me to turn around. "I'll do whatever it takes."

I look away from him. "Maybe you should let me go," I say softly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him take a step back. I am finally voicing my thoughts and my heart is racing. "You can't be serious."

"I don't think you're ready to get married," I say.

"I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't think I was," he replies in an even tone.

"What if I'm not?" I say quietly.

A tear falls from my eyes and close them. "Can we talk about this at home?" he asks.

Deciding to not be difficult for once, I nod. Opening my eyes, I see his outstretched hand beside me. Placing my hand in his, I follow him to his car. When we reach the car door, he raises our hands and kisses the back of mine. "I don't want to lose you."

I get in the car and quickly wipe away the tears. The ride back to the Bellevue house is silent. There is a small group of men waiting for him in the garage when we arrive. "Hey, Owen. We have something we need to show you," one of them says.

"I'm busy. It can wait until later."

Everyone, including me, stares at him in shock. It takes all of this for him to finally put me first for once. Placing his hand on the small of my back, we go to his room. He closes the door before heading into the kitchen while taking his jacket off. "Do you want a drink?" he asks.

"No."

"Should we sit?" he asks.

Sniffling, the tears begin falling once again. "I don't care," I reply quietly.

He has a pained expression on his face as he walks over to me. "Don't cry," he whispers, pulling me in for a hug. I hug him back tightly and he kisses the top of my head. "I love you, Madison."

"I love you too," I say, wishing I could stop crying.

Tilting my head back, I kiss the corner of his mouth. He presses his lips to mine, kissing me a few times before finally giving in and letting go. I part my lips, giving him access to my mouth. Usually we'd have half of our clothes off by now but I realize he is letting me make the moves. His kiss is slow and passionate, almost as if it is his way of saying goodbye. Tears fall from my eyes and I pull away, keeping my eyes closed. "Don't cry," he whispers, kissing away my tears.

Looking into his eyes, I hesitate before raising my arms. He pulls away, staring down at me questioningly. "It's what we do best," I whisper.

This is the only time we don't fight. It's pretty much the only thing we do together. It's what has kept us together for so long besides Bryant.

He stands there for a long moment before grasping the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. Dropping it to the floor, he unhooks my bra and I allow it to fall to the floor. Keeping his eyes on mine, he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. Pressing his lips gently against my forehead, he reaches between us and unbuttons my jeans. He hooks his thumbs in the sides and removes what's left of my clothing. Seconds later, the rest of his clothing joins mine on the floor. He reaches for my hand, lacing his fingers with mine and leading me into the bedroom. We stop at the end of the bed where he lifts me, laying me across the bed while kneeling between my parted legs. "I love you," he whispers.

My tears have stopped but the overwhelming surge of emotions makes it hard to keep them at bay. "I love you too," I whisper shakily.

Reaching between us, he grasps his erection and guides himself into me. My back arches slightly as I moan softly. He sets a slow pace, kissing me softly.

Could this be the last time we ever make love? Is this our goodbye?

A tear slips from my eye as deep down I believe it is. How can we be together? This isn't living. Coming here was a mistake. But was it? I had nothing before this.

Attempting to ignore my thoughts, I focus on Owen. If this happens to be our last time together, I want to remember every detail. The way he closes his eyes and parts his lips. The way his body feels against mine. The way he makes me feel. My body climbs until its breaking point and I cry out in pleasure. Grasping my thigh, he pushes his full length into me and finds his release as my body pulsates around his.

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My body faces away from Owen as I stare at the moonlight coming through the window. I have been in the same position for what feels like hours but I know it hasn't been an hour. Glancing at my dimly lit phone sitting on the nightstand, I see that it is just after ten. Owen is snoring softly beside me so I decide now is the time to leave. I can't stay with him tonight. Carefully sitting up, I glance back at Owen to make sure he's still asleep before standing up. Tossing my clothes in the hamper, I go to the closet for a clean outfit. After pulling on sweatpants and a black t-shirt, I go back into the room where I grab my things. On the way out, I put on my shoes and quietly exit his room. Standing in the hallway, I consider going to Dominic but I know he'll tell Owen where I am if I ask him for a ride. Taking a deep breath, I head into the garage and grab the keys for the Audi. Climbing in, I start the car and begin driving with the intention of going to Michael's house.

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