Chapter 46 - Oak
fourty six- Oak
The first thing I felt was warmth spreading through my body when I woke up—or really, I was snatched from sleep by the feeling.
I blinked against the early morning light, my body responding before my mind could catch up.
All I could do was feel. The warm, wet slide of her mouth on my dick, the press of her fingers digging into my thighs, the way she was taking her time.
Up and down. Slow and patient. Heat threatened to singe my insides.
She hummed against my shaft, sending vibrations through my entire body. She pulled back, her tongue teasing the sensitive tip before her lips slid back down. She watched me through her lashes.
“Shit, Jordin…” My voice was hoarse, still thick with sleep.
She did this thing with her tongue that curled my toes before she pulled back to look at me.
“Morning,” she whispered, kissing the head.
I stared, caught between dream and reality, pleasure and doubt. When I’d gone to bed after talking to Valentina, Jordin had been sleeping in the other room after crying for hours. This wasn’t how I expected to wake up.
I wanted to stay in this moment, to let her pull me under. But I couldn’t hold my tongue.
“Jordin… what are you doing?”
She tilted her head, her fingers trailing up my stomach, nails dragging over my skin. “Apologizing.”
I sat up slightly, reaching for her and pulling her up my body so she lay on top of me, my grip firm on her hips. I exhaled through my nose when she shifted, straddling me fully, the heat of her making me grind my teeth.
“Apologizing for what?” It was trivial, but I needed to hear her say it.
She didn’t answer right away. She just held my face, her thumb grazing my jaw, her gaze sweeping over me like she was weighing her words.
“For taking my frustration out on you. For not considering your feelings. For making you feel like you don’t matter,” she said finally.
I froze, something in me locking up.
Because that was exactly what I’d been feeling. Like I was just here. A safe, familiar placeholder.
I sat back against the headboard, studying her. “And now?”
She swallowed, searching my face. “Now,” she whispered, “we work on us. Whether Ciarán comes back or not.”
I laughed, but there wasn’t any humor in it. “Come on, Jordin. You really expect me to believe that?”
She frowned. “Why wouldn’t you?”
I ran my hands over my face. “Because I’ve seen how you are with him. You love him.” I said it like a fact. Because it was.
Her lips parted slightly, but she didn’t deny it.
I huffed out a breath, shaking my head. “That’s what I thought.”
Her jaw clenched, frustration flashing in her eyes. “That doesn’t mean I don’t love you, too.”
“Then why does it feel like I’m just—” I swallowed, forcing the words out. “—a backup plan?”
Her eyes softened, and I hated the pity I saw there.
I started to shift away, but she grabbed my face. “You’re not,” she said, her voice quiet but steady. “Oak, you are my home. My best friend. My safe place. And I never want you to feel like you don’t belong here.”
I exhaled through my nose, my hands gripping her thighs just to have something to hold onto.
“So what now?” I asked, my voice rough.
She let out a slow breath, smoothing her hands over my chest. “The first step?” She licked her lips. “Moving out of his house.”
I lifted a brow. “You serious?”
She nodded. “You have a company to run in Tampa. Whenever you’re healthy enough, we’ll go. But for now, I found a condo on Biscayne. I have new clients, new songs to write.”
I studied her, my fingers flexing against her skin. “You sure? You don’t want to wait and see what happens with Ciarán?”
Her lips curved. She tilted her head, her nails trailing down my chest. “You wanna wait for my lover to come back?” she teased, rolling her hips over me. “You like watching him fuck me, huh?”
Heat licked up my spine, my fingers digging into her waist as my dick throbbed.
“Jordin,” I warned. Even though she was somewhat right.
I liked seeing her being given everything she needed.
Everything she craved. Everything she deserved.
I liked watching the pleasure play out on her face, the way her body melted, the way she let herself feel everything without walls.
It was different than being the one giving it.
It felt like worship. Like devotion. And she deserved that.
I signed up for this. For her. For her happiness.
She smirked, leaning down until her lips brushed against my ear. “Admit it, Oak. You wanna see me cum for him again, looking you dead in the eyes. I saw how you responded that night.”
My jaw clenched. “The only thing I want to see right now,” I replied, flipping her onto her back, “is you underneath me.”
She gasped, but it melted into a laugh as she pulled me down, her legs wrapping around my waist. I pressed my lips against hers, and she slipped her tongue into my mouth as I pushed into her wetness.
She felt so fucking good. Like her pussy had been made just for me. There was no way I was walking away. I was in until death do us part, and I wasn’t fucking up this time. And deep down, I was hoping this was the last of her Ciarán phase.
But I also knew it probably wasn’t.