Chapter 11 #2
“You need anything, anything at all, you just let me know,” he sings, turning on the charm to the nth degree. I’ve seen women practically fall at his feet when he adds in a little country boy drawl, but I don’t see any of that with Oaklee.
“I appreciate the offer, but I’m good,” she replies, handing me a bottle of water and giving Wyatt a big smile.
He covers his heart, like he’s wounded. “Well, damn, I’m too late.
This one treats you bad, you call me.” He winks at Oaklee, and even though I know my friend is joking, I still want to punch him in the face.
“I better get back over to the other fryer and make sure Collin doesn’t fuck up my fish any more than he already has,” Wyatt states, humor filling his eyes.
“You’re the dumbass who left him over there, alone,” I chastise.
“Lizzie! Did he fuck up my fish?” he hollers, walking away and to where my twin and his girlfriend stand.
“Ignore him. He hits on everything and everyone,” I grumble, twisting off the cap of my bottle of water and taking a long swig. “Thanks for this, by the way.”
“You’re welcome,” she replies, taking off her cap and doing the same. “And I can see why you’re friends. You’re both full of shit.”
I bark out a laugh and shake my head. “You might be on to something there.” After setting down my bottle of water, I grab one of the mushrooms and hold it out to her. “It’s hot, so you’ll have to blow.”
Her eyebrows arch up as a mischievous smile crests her lips. Suddenly, the food and fryers aren’t the only things feeling a little hot. “I’ll make sure to blow,” she murmurs, moving her lips closer to the mushroom and doing just that.
Blowing.
I feel it fan across my fingers, and I almost toss the mushroom on the ground, throw her over my shoulder, and cart her off to the barn to do very wicked, very dirty things to her. And yes, there would be some blowing.
She takes the mushroom as I move the food around in the oil, making sure they’re cooking evenly, but watch as she takes her first bite. Her dark eyes light up as she chews. “This is delicious.”
“It’s all in the secret sauce,” I tell her with a wink, earning a bark of laughter.
“I’m sure there’s blowing involved there too,” she sasses, and I can’t help it, but my cock starts to get hard. The images parading through my brain are not appropriate, and there’s no way to stop them. She took the lid off, and now they can’t be put back in the bottle.
“Got anything to go over?” my twin asks, holding a pan of fish.
“Yep,” I tell him, dumping the pile of mushrooms onto the side of the pan. “Wait,” I add before he can walk away. Quickly I grab four slices of fish, making sure to grab each variety. “Thanks.”
I place the fish on a clean paper towel, wishing I had thought far enough ahead to have a couple of plates over here for us, but this will do for the time being.
In a bit, I’ll send her over to get a plate of other food and more fish, if she wants, and then she’ll have plenty of room to fill a plate.
“Here,” I say, holding up the first piece. This is bluegill.”
She nods and takes a slice of fish, nibbling a small bite. “Oh, that’s good.”
“It’s one of my favorites,” I tell her, shoving half of my strip of fish into my mouth and chewing.
She takes another bite of her piece as I retrieve the second batch of mushrooms from the fryer. “Sorry, I got sidetracked,” Alex states when he rejoins us.
Oaklee looks over to the large group of people congregating around the food. “The blonde with her boobs hanging out?” she asks, smiling as she finishes off her first piece of fish.
Alex just grins. “See? Distracting.”
He jumps in, helping me finish battering the last batch of mushrooms, and while I continue to steal glances at Oaklee, something hits me.
Not too long ago, I would have zeroed in on whoever it was he was talking to.
I might have even gone over there and flirted a little too, leaving him standing at the fryer to cook.
My gaze returns to the woman standing close.
She’s looking past the barn, the warm breeze gently moving the random hairs hanging around her ears.
Suddenly, I want to finish this up and jump on my quad.
I had already planned to take her for a ride around the property, and now, watching her stare out at the landscape, I want that more than anything.
More than I want to eat the delicious food over by the oak tree.
More than I want to check out the blonde with her boobs hanging out.
More than I want my next breath.
I’m ready to feel her arms wrapped around my waist and her thighs hugging me tightly, but more than that, I’m anxious to share my favorite spots with her and see them through her eyes.
I want to hang out with my friends, share a few beers, and tell old stories around the fire, and I want to do it with her at my side, laughing along at the ridiculousness being shared.
Because there’s a lot of ridiculousness with this group.
“Yo, Cade. You’re burning the mushrooms.”
I glance down and grab the strainer, quickly scooping the vegetables out of the oil. They’re not burnt, but they’re a bit darker than I normally cook them.
Alex dumps them in the bowl and pats them down with fresh paper towel. “I’ll run these over to the masses and be sure to tell them it’s your fault they were burned.”
I snort. “I have no doubt you will.”
“You burned them?” Oaklee asks, returning to stand beside me as I start to clean up some of the mess.
“Not burned. I was…distracted.”
“By?” she asks, her lips curled slightly upward.
“You.”
“Oh.”
I step toward her, not touching her since I have greasy, gross hands that need to be washed, but close enough that our bodies are only a whisper apart. “You’re very distracting, beautiful Oaklee.”
She gazes up at me and licks her lips. I zero in on them, wanting to claim them with my own in front of God and everyone here. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault you’re completely gorgeous, and distracted me from what I was doing.”
And there it is. The light blush she gets every time I compliment her. She always seems so surprised by the compliments, which just pisses me off. What kind of asshole dates this woman and doesn’t tell her every chance he gets how amazing and beautiful she is?
A cheating asshole who doesn’t see her worth, that’s who.
I clear my throat and turn off the heat to my fryer. “Let’s go make plates. Then, when we’re done, I’m taking you for a ride.”
Humor fills her eyes once more as she grins up at me. “A ride, huh?”
“Damn right,” I reply, stepping back from the heat source, but wishing I wasn’t still feeling a little hot under the collar, if you know what I mean. “Now, let’s go grab some grub before the rest of the assholes eat it all. Then, you’re all mine.”