Chapter 21 #2
“I agreed to it, and then, as time passed, it became less and less of an option for me. Eventually, it felt like the entire opportunity had passed me by.”
“Fuck that,” I blurt out. “If you want to go to school and become a midwife, then that’s what you do.” She gives me a smile. “I’m serious, Oaklee. Your happiness was just as important as his. Your dreams mattered too. Only a real asshole would ask you to put yours on hold so he could achieve his.”
“Yes, he was a complete asshole,” she says, rocking her hips against my groin. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned through all of this, it’s I’ve always been second to him. Everything he wanted or needed came first. What I wanted never mattered as much.”
“Fuck that, beautiful. God, he pisses me off so much.” I’m telling you, if the guy was standing in front of me right now, his face would have my fist imprinted in it.
“Me too,” she says, reaching over and setting what’s left of her brownie down on her chair. After wiping her fingers off on her jeans, she places them against my chest and leans forward. “Do you know why I’ve been gravitating toward you lately?”
The conversation and moment feel heavy, which is why I try to lighten it just a bit. “My sparkling personality and massive cock?”
She giggles and takes the brownie and cookie from my hand.
“Well, of course that,” she says, tossing them on the chair with hers and bringing her lips to hover over mine.
“Because you’ve made me feel special. I know that wasn’t your intent, since this is casual and all, but you’ve made me feel like what I want matters. ”
My throat is thick, and my heart is pounding in my chest. “Because it does.”
“And more than anything, I appreciate you showing me that.” She rolls her hips, grinding against my cock. “Do you know what else I’d like you to show me?”
“I’m all ears, beautiful,” I say, gripping on to her ass with both hands.
“How good sex while fishing can be.”
My brain short-circuits. Any thought I had flies straight out the window. I’m left sitting here, a gorgeous woman straddling me and asking for sex.
Not just any woman though.
Oaklee.
I’d give her anything she asked for, including sex in a chair in the back of my buddy’s property.
Cameras be damned.
“Stand up,” I tell her, pointing to her pants. “Off.”
I do the same after reaching down and unlacing my boots and sliding them off my feet. By the time I stand to remove my jeans, she’s there before me, completely naked from the waist down. “Fuck,” I mutter, moving a little quicker.
Before I push my pants down, I retrieve one of the condoms I carry in my wallet. I always have one in there, but ever since this thing with her started, I added a few extras. I never want to be without one, not where she’s concerned.
I don’t even have time to pull off my jeans before she’s practically pushing me into the chair. With my pants around my ankles, I sit down and sheathe my dick in protection. Then, she’s there, straddling my lap and sitting on top of me. She slides down, taking me to the root in one long motion.
Our collective moans echo off the trees, but she takes no time to adjust to the invasion. Oaklee sets the pace, and it’s fast. She lifts herself up and practically slams back down, repeating it over and over again. I can barely breathe as I watch her take complete control.
My hands are on her hips, helping guide her movements.
She lifts up and sits back down, rolling her hips and grinding her clit against me.
Her nails dig through my T-shirt, and even though I wish she weren’t covering up her gorgeous tits right now, the fact she’s wearing my sweatshirt is almost better than seeing her bare.
She’s mine.
My balls start to tighten as I watch her move. She’s wild, bucking against me and taking what she wants, and it’s sexy as hell. “Cade,” she mutters as I start to feel her pussy squeeze.
“Come, beautiful. Let me feel you,” I say, thrusting up and rolling my own hips.
She cries out and closes her eyes as her release grabs hold.
I keep moving, drawing out the pleasure as long as possible.
She grips me tight as she comes, triggering my own release.
I pause, loving the way she pulses around me as I empty myself in the condom, and only when I feel her starting to sag against me do I move.
When she falls forward, I take her in my arms and hold her tightly to my chest. “I think I like fishing. A lot.”
I snort and press my lips to her neck. “Me too, beautiful. Me too.”
After a couple of minutes of us both catching our breath, she sits up. “Thank you.”
“For what?” I ask, lifting her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
“For that. For listening. For making me feel…good.”
I pull her against me and kiss her lips. “Always, Oaklee. I’ll always do my best to make you feel good.”
That’s not what I want to say, but that’s what she needs to hear. She needs to be put first for a while, to be shown not all guys are selfish assholes.
To be treated like the queen she is.
My God, I can see myself falling for this woman.
Hell.
I might already be in trouble.